Helen Gray Cone

(1859-1934 / United States)

Retrospect - Poem by Helen Gray Cone

'Backward,' he said, 'dear heart I like to look
To those half-spring, half-winter days, when first
We drew together, ere the leaf-buds burst.
Sunbeams were silver yet, keen gusts yet shook
The boughs. Have you remembered that kind book,
That for our sake Galeotto's part rehearsed,
(The friend of lovers,-this time blessed, not cursed!)
And that best hour, when reading we forsook?'

She, listening, wore the smile a mother wears
At childish fancies needless to control;
Yet felt a fine, hid pain with pleasure blend.
Better it seemed to think that love of theirs,
Native as breath, eternal as the soul,
Knew no beginning, could not have an end.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010



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