Gone now those dappled childhood days
Of other summers since long passed;
A year ago we parted ways—
The months are long, the chasm vast.
A year in youth plods slowly by,
Then growth steps up its pace;
Twelve months will craft a twinkling eye
And change a girlhood face.
A year in age evaporates,
The weeks roll into one;
And measured time speeds up post-haste
Before a setting sun.
We draw our breath: a first, a last,
And each that lies between;
The flowers bloom, then fade and cast
The spell we dream to dream.