LONG ago, on a bright spring day,
I passed a little child at play;
And as I passed, in childish glee
She called to me, â??Come and play with me!â? ...
Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!