Of a grapevine swing in a leafy dell
And a girl who had your face!
And a girl who had your face!
Then fill the glass to the crystal brim
And let sweet memories rise,
As we toast a friend of the long ago
Or drink to a sweetheart's eyes.
And let sweet memories rise,
As we toast a friend of the long ago
Or drink to a sweetheart's eyes.
OLD LETTERS
IN a chest in the shadowy attic,
Tied with a ribbon once blue
I found them, these close-written letters.
Like an Ariadne clew
They lead me back through the spring-times
Where the phantom shadows dance,
Through daffodil-gold and lure of rose
To the heart of an old romance.
Tied with a ribbon once blue
I found them, these close-written letters.
Like an Ariadne clew
They lead me back through the spring-times
Where the phantom shadows dance,
Through daffodil-gold and lure of rose
To the heart of an old romance.
In a window shaft of the sunlight
That falls like a golden flail,
I spread out the yellowing pages,
Unwinding the dim old tale.
Here first he recalls how he met her,
And subtly you guess the end
Though with wonderful circumspection
He has signed himself "your friend."
That falls like a golden flail,
I spread out the yellowing pages,
Unwinding the dim old tale.
Here first he recalls how he met her,
And subtly you guess the end
Though with wonderful circumspection
He has signed himself "your friend."
But the careful friendship he offers
Is but a mask for his heart,
For I feel already the stage is set
And Cupid is playing his part.
Is but a mask for his heart,
For I feel already the stage is set
And Cupid is playing his part.
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