blush with your kisses?
Did you bring
with you now
gold and honey?
Would you pour
honey on my lips
and make me wear
your golden necklace?
with all its magic,
had a smell?
Do you remember?
Do you remember
when you first saw it
and all your senses
went on full alert?
Do you remember?
Do you remember
how everything about it –
the scary learning,
Dad’s careful teaching,
the moment he let go of the seat without telling you,
the first time you went out on your own,
all these filled a new world with magic,
Do you remember?
Do you remember
how you lived every moment
as a child?
Do you forget
how easily it’s brought back?
Will you remember?
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When, as the kirks were ringing in,
And the grey city teemed
With Sabbath feelings and aspects,
LEWIS–our LEWIS then,
Now the whole world’s–and you,
Young, yet in shape most like an elder, came,
Laden with BALZACS
(Big, yellow books, quite impudently French),
The first of many times
To that transformed back-kitchen where I lay
So long, so many centuries –
Or years is it!–ago?
Dear CHARLES, since then
We have been friends, LEWIS and you and I,
(How good it sounds, ‘LEWIS and you and I!’):
Such friends, I like to think,
That in us three, LEWIS and me and you,
Is something of that gallant dream
Which old DUMAS–the generous, the humane,
The seven-and-seventy times to be forgiven! –
Dreamed for a blessing to the race,
The immortal Musketeers.
Our ATHOS rests–the wise, the kind,
The liberal and august, his fault atoned,
Rests in the crowded yard
There at the west of Princes Street. We three –
You, I, and LEWIS!–still afoot,
Are still together, and our lives,
In chime so long, may keep
(God bless the thought!)
Unjangled till the end.