 | Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge |  |
ONE DAY IN MAY.
It passed us by—I know not why—
Without a sign or token;
Another year in gliding by
No parting word had spoken!
Without a sign or token;
Another year in gliding by
No parting word had spoken!
It went its way one day in May
When Time was softly speeding:
A brave, fresh year before thee lay,
And there I sat, unheeding!
When Time was softly speeding:
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And there I sat, unheeding!
Then she, the good, in tender mood
Spoke of the years' swift gliding,
And I—the laggard!—understood
The thing thou hadst been hiding.
Spoke of the years' swift gliding,
And I—the laggard!—understood
The thing thou hadst been hiding.
By twilight's glow, sweet flowers we brought
And gave thee happy greeting;
In cheery, home-lit ways we sought
To mark the day's completing.
And gave thee happy greeting;
In cheery, home-lit ways we sought
To mark the day's completing.
Thus, one by one, they westward run—
Thy years; and so we find them
A proud surprise, at set of sun,—
A trail of flowers behind them.
Thy years; and so we find them
A proud surprise, at set of sun,—
A trail of flowers behind them.
| Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge | |