Meadows of the Brandywine- John Russel Hayes



Meadows of the Brandywine- John Russel Hayes

O, MEMORY, call back the hours
Of childhood's day among the flowers
That grew in gardens sweet and old
Beneath those skies of misty gold
That made the summers seem divine
In meadows by the Brandywine!

Call back the breezes warm and sweet
That drowsed across the yellow wheat
And made the sylvan valleys ring
With music light as dryads sing,
With music faint and faery-fine,
In meadows by the Brandywine!

Dear Memory, call back again
The soft and silver wraiths of rain
That bent the buttercups, and swayed
The sleepy clover-heads, and made
The hosts of dancing daisies shine
In meadows by the Brandywine!

Call back, the glow-worm's elfin fire
That wavered where the marshy choir
Made reedy music ghostly-light
Across the fragrance of the night,
Till lucent stars began to shine
O'er meadows by the Brandywine!
0 far, sweet hours, what strange regret
Brings tears for you to-night, while yet
1 would not have your magic be  
More than a dreama dreamto me,  
A dream of vanished hours divine
In meadows by the Brandywine!