A Leaf
Somebody said, in the crowd, last eve,
That you were married, or soon to be.
I have not thought of you, I believe,
Since last we parted. Let me see:
Five long Summers have passed since then ?
Each has been pleasant in its own way ?
And you are but one of a dozen men
Who have played the suitor a Summer day.
But, nevertheless, when I heard your name,
Coupled with some one?s, not my own,
There burned in my bosom a sudden flame,
That carried me back to the day that is flown.
I was sitting again by the laughing brook,
With you at my feet, and the sky above,
And my heart was fluttering under your look ?
The unmistakable look of Love.
Again your breath, like a South wind, fanned
My cheek, where the blushes came and went;
And the tender clasp of your strong, warm hand
Sudden thrills through my pulses sent.
Again you were mine by Love?s decree:
So for a moment it seemed last night,
When somebody mentioned your name to me.
Just for the moment I thought you mine ?
Loving me, wooing me, as of old.
The tale remembered seemed half divine ?
Though I held it lightly enough when told.
The past seemed fairer than when it was near,
As ?blessings brighten when taking flight, ?
And just for the moment I held you near ?
When somebody mentioned your name last night.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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