75%

Little Lucy Landman

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search


     LITTLE LUCY LANDMAN

Oh, the day has set me dreaming
  In a strange, half solemn way
Of the feelings I experienced
  On another long past day,—
Of the way my heart made music
  When the buds began to blow,
And o' little Lucy Landman
  Whom I loved long years ago.

It 's in spring, the poet tells us,
  That we turn to thoughts of love,
And our hearts go out a-wooing
  With the lapwing and the dove.
But whene'er the soul goes seeking
  Its twin-soul, upon the wing,
I 've a notion, backed by mem'ry,
  That it's love that makes the spring.

I have heard a robin singing
  When the boughs were brown and bare,
And the chilling hand of winter
Scattered jewels through the air.
And in spite of dates and seasons,
  It was always spring, I know,
When I loved Lucy Landman
  In the days of long ago.

Ah, my little Lucy Landman,
  I remember you as well
As if 't were only yesterday
  I strove your thoughts to tell,—
When I tilted back your bonnet,
  Looked into your eyes so true,
Just to see if you were loving
  Me as I was loving you.

Ah, my little Lucy Landman
  It is true it was denied
You should see a fuller summer
  And an autumn by my side.
But the glance of love's sweet sunlight
  Which your eyes that morning gave
Has kept spring within my bosom,
  Though you lie within the grave.

This work was published before January 1, 1925, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.