“OH, DRYAD THOUGHTS”

OH, Dryad thoughts of lovely yesterday!— You melted through a sunny wood like mist, With here a wind of laughter, there a stray Pleased flower, tipped and kissed. To-day among the noises of the street, The press of faces, sullen, gay, and wise, I hear you calling, calling me; I meet Your clear, untroubled eyes.