By The Spring, At Sunset

Sometimes we remember kisses,

Remember the dear heart-leap when they came:

Not always, but sometimes we remember

The kindness, the dumbness, the good flame

Of laughter and farewell.

Beside the road

Afar from those who said "Good-by" I write,

Far from my city task, my lawful load.

Sun in my face, wind beside my shoulder,

Streaming clouds, banners of new-born night

Enchant me now. The splendors growing bolder

Make bold my soul for some new wise delight.

I write the day's event, and quench my drouth,

Pausing beside the spring with happy mind.

And now I feel those kisses on my mouth,

Hers most of all, one little friend most kind.