Glamour
O WONDER days when heart and I were young,
And all the world was radiant and new ;
When every little common flower that grew
Interpreted to me an unknown tongue,
Or seemed a fairy bell that late had rung
Its silver peal across the morning dew ;
When skies were tapestries of living blue,
And stars a mesh of jewels overhung !
Now is my happy youth fulfilled, and I
Am come to mine inheritance of pain;
Yet does the brightness of the days gone by
Still cast a glory over hill and plain ;
Still can I go beneath the open sky
And feel the old world young and strange again !
And all the world was radiant and new ;
When every little common flower that grew
Interpreted to me an unknown tongue,
Or seemed a fairy bell that late had rung
Its silver peal across the morning dew ;
When skies were tapestries of living blue,
And stars a mesh of jewels overhung !
Now is my happy youth fulfilled, and I
Am come to mine inheritance of pain;
Yet does the brightness of the days gone by
Still cast a glory over hill and plain ;
Still can I go beneath the open sky
And feel the old world young and strange again !
Elizabeth Wilder.