Complete poems of ColJohn AJoyce ... . y eyes surcharged with memorys tearsLook back through fifty vanished yearsAnd see again the watermillThat clattered neath the rocky hillWhere, as a boy, I laughed in glee,While chasing butterfly or bee,When sporting with sweet Flora mill has fallen to decay;The wheel has long since passed away ;And none, dear Will, but you and I,Are left to heave a passing orchard on the hill is limbs and stumps are tempest tossed,And apple blooms, so sweet and white,Like thistle down, have taken barn rafters, one by tumbled d
Complete poems of ColJohn AJoyce ... . y eyes surcharged with memorys tearsLook back through fifty vanished yearsAnd see again the watermillThat clattered neath the rocky hillWhere, as a boy, I laughed in glee,While chasing butterfly or bee,When sporting with sweet Flora mill has fallen to decay;The wheel has long since passed away ;And none, dear Will, but you and I,Are left to heave a passing orchard on the hill is limbs and stumps are tempest tossed,And apple blooms, so sweet and white,Like thistle down, have taken barn rafters, one by tumbled down, decayed and gone,And that dear home, where I had birth,Has only left a chimney birds and squirrels flit at play,As we did once when young and graveyard on the hill is the glinting gray and greenOf autumn woods that sway and moanLike some old anchorite earthly pilgrimage is falls beneath the withering broken tombstones toppling there,Like drunken topers at a fair, 92. Wiile chaging butterfiy or bee No more display the moss-grown nameOf those who toiled for wealth or fame,—For father, mother, daughter, son,Were naught but dust when life was old log school house rots awayAround where once the bright and gay,With laughter, love, and childish playWere happy all the live-long master with his birchen rodHas long since slept beneath the sod,Where verbs and nouns at last all may solve the rule of sparkling spring, where once we choked with weeds so thick and rankWe scarce can see where bubbles sankBeneath the sedgy, crumbling where are all the girls and boysThat once enhanced our school-day joys;Where s Georgie Gill and Tony Lane,And Kissie Wright and Bessie Blaine;Where s Howard Barnes and Luther Wine,And Laura Lindsay — superfine;And Emma Gatewood, trim and tall,And Mary Chiles and Lucy Hall;Dear Fannie Kaglan, kind and good —Fine specimen of womanhood ;An
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