Remembrance

Under the apple bough
Love, in a dream of leaves,
Dreamed we of love, as now,—
All that gives beauty or grieves.

Over the sad world then
Curved like the sky that bough;
I was in heaven then,—
You are in heaven now.

More poems by George Parsons Lathrop

Keenan's Charge

I
the sun had set;
The leaves with dew were wet: …
South-Wind

Soft-throated south, breathing of summer’s ease
(Sweet breath, whereof the violet ’s life is made!)
Through lips moist-warm, as thou hadst lately stayed …
The Child's Wish Granted

Do you remember, my sweet, absent son,
How in the soft June days forever done
You loved the heavens so warm and clear and high; …
The Flown Soul

Come not again! I dwell with you
Above the realm of frost and dew,
Of pain and fire, and growth to death. …