The faintly moving shadows of the leaves
In silver lace upon the ground below
And how the lowering western sun could call,
From windows all along the quiet streets,
A thousand fairy fires to dance and glow.
And I did not remember how a bed
Of tall red cannas and of golden-glow
Could look at noontime on a summer day,
And that the tree outside my window held
A branch where, often as the twilight neared,
A robin came to sit and sing and sway.
I had forgotten these while long, gray days
Dragged out their weary length and my. tired heart
Groped, hesitant of life, in mists of pain;
But now I know a joy of life, twofold,
A sweet returning to the everyday:
I have remembered all these things again.
__Nina Hartman Brown
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)