FROM A CAR-WINDOW
Pines, and a blur of lithe young grasses;Gold in a pool, from the western glow;Spread of wings where the last thrush passes—And thoughts of you as the sun dips low.Quiet lane, and an irised meadow ...(How many summers have died since then?) ...I wish you knew how the deepening shadowLies on the blue and green again!Dusk, and the curve of field and hollowEtched in gray when a star appears:Sunset, ... twilight, ... and dark to follow, ...And thoughts of you through a mist of tears.Ruth Guthrie Harding
Pines, and a blur of lithe young grasses;Gold in a pool, from the western glow;Spread of wings where the last thrush passes—And thoughts of you as the sun dips low.Quiet lane, and an irised meadow ...(How many summers have died since then?) ...I wish you knew how the deepening shadowLies on the blue and green again!Dusk, and the curve of field and hollowEtched in gray when a star appears:Sunset, ... twilight, ... and dark to follow, ...And thoughts of you through a mist of tears.Ruth Guthrie Harding
Pines, and a blur of lithe young grasses;Gold in a pool, from the western glow;Spread of wings where the last thrush passes—And thoughts of you as the sun dips low.
Pines, and a blur of lithe young grasses;
Gold in a pool, from the western glow;
Spread of wings where the last thrush passes—
And thoughts of you as the sun dips low.
Quiet lane, and an irised meadow ...(How many summers have died since then?) ...I wish you knew how the deepening shadowLies on the blue and green again!
Quiet lane, and an irised meadow ...
(How many summers have died since then?) ...
I wish you knew how the deepening shadow
Lies on the blue and green again!
Dusk, and the curve of field and hollowEtched in gray when a star appears:Sunset, ... twilight, ... and dark to follow, ...And thoughts of you through a mist of tears.
Dusk, and the curve of field and hollow
Etched in gray when a star appears:
Sunset, ... twilight, ... and dark to follow, ...
And thoughts of you through a mist of tears.
Ruth Guthrie Harding