E-text prepared by Al Haines
by
Author of the Hermit of Far End, etc.
New York
Grosset & Dunlap
Publishers
1921
Do you remember
Our great love's pure unfolding,
The troth you gave,
And prayed for God's upholding,
Long and long ago?
Out of the past
A dream—and then the waking—
Comes back to me,
Of love and love's forsaking,
Ere the summer waned.
Ah! Let me dream
That still a little kindness
Dwelt in the smile
That chid my foolish blindness,
When you said good-bye.
Let me remember,
When I am very lonely,
How once your love
But crowned and blessed me only,
Long and long ago!
NOTE:—Musical setting by Isador Epstein. Published by G. Ricordi &
Co.; 14 East 43rd Street, New York.
The March wind swirled boisterously down Grellingham Place, catching upparticles of grit and scraps of paper on his way and making them atorment to the passers-by, just as though the latter were not alreadyamply occupied in trying to keep their hats on their heads.
But the blustering fellow cared nothing at all about that as he droverudely against them, slapping their faces and blinding their eyes witheddies of dust; on the contrary, after he had swept forwards like atornado for a matter of fifty yards or so he paused, as if in search ofsome fresh devilment, and espied a girl beating her way up the street andcarrying a roll of music rather loosely in the crook of her arm. In aninstant he had snatched the roll away and sent the sheets spread-eaglingup the street, looking like so many big white butterflies as they flappedand whirled deliriously hither and thither.
The girl made an ineffectual grab at them and then dashed in pursuit,while a small greengrocer's boy, whose time was his master's (ergo, hisown), joined in the chase with enthusiasm.
Given a high wind, and half-a-dozen loose sheets of music, the elusivequality of the latter seems to be something almost supernatural, not tosay di