Nora Perry

“Some day, some day of days, threading the street,With idle, heedless pace,Unlooking for such grace,I shall behold your face!Some day, some day of days, thus may we meet.”

“So sweet, so sweet, the roses in their blowing,So sweet the daffodils, so fair to see;So blithe and gay the humming-bird a-goingFrom flower to flower, a-hunting with the bee.”

“Tying her bonnet under her chin,She tied her raven ringlets in;But not alone in the silken snareDid she catch her lovely floating hair,For, tying her bonnet under her chin,She tied a young man’s heart within.”

“They sat and combed their beautiful hair, Their long, bright tresses, one by one,As they laughed and talked in the chamber there, After the revel was done.”

“Who knows the thoughts of a child?”