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TWO SUMMERS.
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TWO SUMMERS
AST summer, when athwart the sky Shone the immeasurable days,
We wandered slowly, you and I,
Adown these leafy forest-ways,
With laugh and song and sportive speech,
And mirthful tales of earlier years,
Though deep within the soul of each
Lay thoughts too sorrowful for tears,
And mirthful tales of earlier years,
Though deep within the soul of each
Lay thoughts too sorrowful for tears,
Because—I marked it many a time—
Your feet grew slower day by day,
And where I did not fear to climb
You paused to find an easier way.
Your feet grew slower day by day,
And where I did not fear to climb
You paused to find an easier way.
And all the while a boding fear
Pressed hard and heavy on my heart;
Yet still with words of hope and cheer
I bade the gathering grief depart,
Pressed hard and heavy on my heart;
Yet still with words of hope and cheer
I bade the gathering grief depart,
