A REMINISCENCE

’TWAS April; ’twas Sunday; the day was fair,— Yes! sunny and fair. And how happy was I! You wore the white dress you loved to wear; And two little flowers were hid in your hair— Yes! in your hair— On that day—gone by! We sat on the moss; it was shady and dry; Yes! shady and dry; And we sat in the shadow. We looked at the leaves, we looked at the sky; We looked at the brook which bubbled near by,— Yes! bubbled near by, Through the quiet meadow. A bird sang on the swinging vine,— Yes! on the vine,— And then,—sang not; I took your little white hand in mine; ’Twas April; ’twas Sunday; ’twas warm sunshine,— Yes! warm sunshine: Have you forgot? James Freeman Clarke.