Poems (Freston)/Three of Us

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THREE OF US
AN IDYLL OF THE PARK, JUNE 1, 1908.
Where laughter, light and music Flashed across the summer night, And drowned the voice of Nature,—Dulled the splendor of the stars,We three quaffed the sparkling Moselle And enjoyed the merry sight Of the pleasure-seekers coming In their whirling motor cars.
We talked the sort of nonsense That the wine and place inspire, And we were three good comrades And true friends, Til wager well,But back of all the laughter, With a fairy thread of fire, Love was weaving golden stories For some future day to tell.
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