Sometimes we remember kisses, <br />Remember the dear heart-leap when they came: <br />Not always, but sometimes we remember <br />The kindness, the dumbness, the good flame <br />Of laughter and farewell. <br />Beside the road <br />Afar from those who said "Good-by" I write, <br />Far from my city task, my lawful load. <br /> <br />Sun in my face, wind beside my shoulder, <br />Streaming clouds, banners of new-born night <br />Enchant me now. The splendors growing bolder <br />Make bold my soul for some new wise delight. <br /> <br />I write the day's event, and quench my drouth, <br />Pausing beside the spring with happy mind. <br />And now I feel those kisses on my mouth, <br />Hers most of all, one little friend most kind.<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/by-the-spring-at-sunset/
