Douce Souvenance, by Jessie Redmon Fauset

Douce Souvenance

Again, as always, when the shadows fall,     In that sweet space between the dark and day, I leave the present and its fretful claims    And seek the dim past where my memories stay. I dream an old, forgotten, far-off dream,      And think old thoughts and live old scenes anew, Till suddenly I reach the heart of Spring—    The spring that brought me you! I see again a little woody lane,     The moonlight rifting golden through the trees;I hear the plaintive chirp of drowsy bird    Lulled dreamward by a tender, vagrant breeze;I hold your hand, I look into your eyes,     I touch your lips,—oh, peerless, matchless dower! Oh, Memory thwarting Time and Space and Death!    Oh, Little Perfect Hour! - Jessie Redmon Fauset

Jessie Redmon Fauset