Poems and Essays

by Joseph Howe




Yes, keep the Wreath, and let it be
    ’Twixt you and me a gentle token
Of sunny hours, spent joyously,
    And merry thoughts, in friendship spoken;

Of bursting buds, and opening Spring,
    Of flowers round our footsteps wreathing;
Of Robin Red Breasts on the wing,
    And trees balsamic odors breathing.

Of gushing streamlets, winding down
    The mountain sides as we ascended,
Sparkling their last, before the brown
    And turbid waters with them blended. [Page 164]

Of starlight night, and homeward ride
    Beside the lonely Avon River,
Then keep the Wreath, whate’er betide,
    And sometimes think upon the giver.

FALMOUTH, May 10. 1869. [Page 165]