Outing . peak for yourself—if you remember,The wind blows north that then blew south, And June dies long before December ! And does a womans heart, said he, Change like the wind or summer weather ?Yon moon is yet the same, you see. That shone upon us here , no ! she said, that summer moon Beamed with a radiance mild and tender,While this forgets the warmth of June In winters far and frozen splendor. And does that mean farewell? said he ; Is it a warning to rememberThat dream of June can never be Which dies in such a chill December ?Your very words ! Yet, even so, She said, controlli
Outing . peak for yourself—if you remember,The wind blows north that then blew south, And June dies long before December ! And does a womans heart, said he, Change like the wind or summer weather ?Yon moon is yet the same, you see. That shone upon us here , no ! she said, that summer moon Beamed with a radiance mild and tender,While this forgets the warmth of June In winters far and frozen splendor. And does that mean farewell? said he ; Is it a warning to rememberThat dream of June can never be Which dies in such a chill December ?Your very words ! Yet, even so, She said, controlling tears with laughter, Do you forget December snow Melts in the June that follows after ? But shall I go or stay ? said he, Searching her face with doubt and wonder ;And if you care at all for me. Why play at keeping us asunder? Because —she smiled, while softly fell Above her eyes their deep-fringed curtain— I did not mean, at first, but—well. You seemed so odiously certain ! Kate Putnam
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