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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Rosamund Marriott Watson (1860–1911)


GRAY, on the daisied grass,

Shadows of moving leaves;

Happy the brown bees hum,

“Summer has come—has come;”

Lightly the low winds pass,

Shaking the peony-sheaves.

Tulips the sun looks through

Shining and stately stand;

Redder than rubies glow

All their great globes a-row,

Bright on the summer blue,

Lanthorns of fairy-land.

Ever and aye my own

Still shall this moment be;

I shall remember all,—

Shadows, and tulips tall,

Scent from the bean-fields blown,

Song of the humble-bee.


Lost is that fragrant hour,

Dewy and golden-lit,—

Dead—for the memory

Pitiful comes to me

Wan as a withered flower,—

Only the ghost of it.