"IL Y AVAIT - "

CANST thou forget?

The day was clear and golden;

The sunshine trickled softly through the leaves;

A quail was whistling shrilly in the sheaves,

Where thou didst toil, like Ruth in times gray-olden, -

Canst thou forget?

Canst thou forget?

The eve was calm and holy,

And moonbeams flooded all the dew-sweet lane

Where our unconscious steps their way had ta'en,

As from our lips love's whispers trembled solely, -

Canst thou forget?

Canst thou forget?

The day and eve are vanished;

But like the sweet, sad music of a dream,

Do not some glimpses on your memory gleam,

Ne'er to fade quite away till life be banished? -

Canst thou forget?

G. C. G.