As your letter I read, dear Mary, To-night in my room alone, I am made happy, very, As I think of days by gone. Now at your face, my dearie, With fanciful eyes I gaze, And hear again your voice so cheery As in the olden days. Those days of our school career When life was full of glee, Although I was your senior, dear, You seemed a mother to me. O'er books with pensive eyes we'd gaze To solve the problems there, Which fitted us for life's broad ways And possibilities, my dear. We walk life's broadened ways to-day, Solve at its problems, too, More deep and more perplexing they Than those our text-books knew. Since you were with me, Mary, dear, The years have sped away, how fast; Some spent in smiles and some in tears, However spent they're of the past. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: HONOUR DISHONOURED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 11. TO EDWARD THOMAS, WITH A PLAY by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE ROMAUNT OF THE PAGE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING INTERESTING by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER JUNE'S COMING by JOHN BURROUGHS THE UNIVERSITY OF VERMONT SERVICE FLAG - 1517 STARS by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY CHANCE AND CHANGE by THOMAS CAMPION |