A Memory <br /> <br />LITTLE elfin maid, <br />Old, though scarce two years, <br />With your big dark hazel eyes <br />Tenderer than tears, <br />And your rosebud mouth <br />Lisping jocund things, <br />Breaking brooding silence with <br />Wistful questionings! <br />Like a flower you grew <br />While life's bright sun shone. <br />Does the greedy spendthrift earth <br />Heed a flower is gone? <br />No; but Love's fond ken, <br />That gropes through Death's dark ways, <br />Almost seems to hear your Voice, <br />Seems to see your Face!<br /><br />Francis William Lauderdale Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/elsie/
