The Weeks that Walk in Green
Reading edition
THE weeks that walk in green Came to my willow lane, And wrapt me in their leafy screen Against the sun and rain. Then far and far we went By stream and wood and steep, Until, all love-worn and joy-spent, I yielded me to sleep. And they—they died unseen; Their ghosts are haunting me— The gentle ghosts that walk in green Through vales of memory.