thought the lastus a Auto complam

I lay half hid by a mossy stone,

And looked in the water for flower and sky.

I heard a step- I was not alone:

And a vision of loveliness met my eye.

I saw her come to the other side,
The apple-blossoms were not more fair;
She stooped to gaze in the sunlit tide-
Her eyes met mine in the water there.

She stopped in timid and mute surprise,

And that look might have lasted till now, But modestly dropping her dove-like eyes, She turned her away to the meadow green.

I

ween,

At her slender form and her step so free,

I lay in wonder and rapture lost

At her raven locks by the breezes tossed,

As she kicked up her heels in the air for glee.

The apple-blossoms are withered now,

But the sky, and the meadow, and stream are there;

And whenever I wander that way I vow

That some day I'll buy me that little black mare.

Charles Gurdon Buck

THE END