  I WONDER if you still remember them, Bill, The fresh morning glories that crept up the sill And nodded at us when the night time was gone And curtains thrown open to let in the dawn; The light over there, and the edge of the sun That blazed on the hill when the day was begun, The air on our cheeks and the sparkle of dew, Our hearts and our hopes like the day that was new. I wonder if you still remember them, Bill, The way of a thousand delights up the hill, Through lanes and by hedges, where orchards were sweet, And clover dews healing the woes of bare feet; The chatter of squirrels, the rattle of leaves, The round, yellow pumpkins, the wind-tattered sheaves, The shade that was deep and lent splendor to dreams And lips that were laved by the bubbles of streams. I wonder if you still remember them, Bill, The times when the cup of all nature would spill Its gladness for us, when the days overflowed With the laughter of playtime, and far down the road To set off the days where adventure’s steps fared; Nor ever a secret but innocence knew, The heart of youth hallowed and joy bubbled through. I wonder if you still remember them, Bill, The times in the twilight, on hedgerow and hill When we whistled homeward, upon the old road With hearts full of gladness that quite overflowed; The pillows where nestled two tangles of hair, The joy-freighted dreams, with a left-over share For the dawn of the morrow—a thread that was pearled With jewels of joy that were strung ’round our world. I wonder if you still remember them, Bill, Our vows to the future we thought to fulfill; Our day dreams to cherish, our faith to endure, Through trials how bitter our hearts to keep pure; No gladness of living but we two would share— The lanes and the byways are wondrously fair, But somehow the voices grow tuneless and still— I wonder if you still remember them, Bill. |
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