Poems (Helen Jenkins)/To S. W. Crosby

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TO S. W. CROSBY.
Dear Sybel, dost rememberOur happy, school-girl days,When we were free and joyousAs the zephyr bland which straysIn each leaflet-nestled covert,In those cosy wildwood bowersWhere we have together spentOur wildest, merriest hours,Chasing gay-winged butterflies,In each grass-grown nook;Weaving modest violetsDown by the babbling brook?Then the trees, the birds and flowersMade Earth seem an Eden fair.Thinkest thou, dear friend, againWe shall be so free from care?


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