Olim Meminisse (verse)
Patterson, Robert Maskell
Olim Meminisse Do you remember the Pan-pipes skirling Desperate music on Walworth height, When the beat of our feet set the brown leaves whirling, Whirling like elves in the wan starlight Till...
...j Do you remember that moon's adorning Amethyst skies of a night like wine, The slow-setting stars and the smell of morning, Fragrance of dew and the scent of pine—* And the hint of the dawn on the far sky-line...
...Ah, the beat of our feet as they measured the dance, like Pixies bewitched of the piper's tune Blithely we footed his rigadoon...
...Olim Meminisse Do you remember the Pan-pipes skirling Desperate music on Walworth height, When the beat of our feet set the brown leaves whirling, Whirling like elves in the wan starlight Till the little shy beasts of the wood took fright...
...Now sere, untrodden brown leaves are lying That the beat of our feet in the dance made fly, Walworth is mute—save the night-wind's sighing: Now, where the rout of the dance was high, Little shy beasts of the wood pass by...
...Do you remember the poplar, lance-like Piercing the breast of the summer moon...
...Robert Maskell Patterson...
Vol. 3 • May 1926 • No. 26
