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.
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.
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.