BY

ERNEST OLDMEADOW
Author of Susan, Virginie, etc.

NEW YORK

THE MCCLURE COMPANY

MCMVIII

B+7100

JUL

1908

F

TO CECILIA

WITH THIS BOOK

Do you remember how our little bay
Flash'd in the sun, that wanton April day,
The while a hundred birds sang in the wood?
And how you prattled, in such merry mood
That hardly could I tell which were the birds,
And which the purling waves, and which your words?
But when his grievous, glorious undersong

We heard old Ocean's organ voice prolong,
Did not you halt upon the yellow sand?

Do you remember how you sought my hand?