Vintage (verse)
Eulalia, Sister M.
'Vintage I did not pick the grapes that you let fall, No more have ever grown upon the vine, You were so very big; and I so small; How could I know they might be changed to wine! Now, from the...
...Now, from the loam I gather memories, Far sweeter than the very oldest wine...
...And when we know eternal mysteries, The grapes that you let fall I'll know are mine...
...Sister M. Eulalia...
Vol. 12 • September 1930 • No. 18
