A Celebration of Women Writers

"A Song of Memory." by Norah M. Holland (1876-1925)
From: Spun-Yarn And Spindrift. by Norah M. Holland. London & Toronto: J. M. Dent & Sons; New York: E. P. Dutton & Co., 1918, p. 20.

Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom

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HERE as I sit in the dark and ponder,
  Watching the firelight dance and gleam,
What brings them back to my mind, I wonder –
  Those old days of laughter and dream.
Dear old days, when we roamed together
  All the pathways that cross Slieve Rue,
Caring for naught in the sunny weather,
  Laughing together, I and you.

Voice of the west wind, calling, calling,
  Sobbing beat of the Irish rain,
Whispering leaves and waters falling,
  Ay, and you by my side again;
Out of the past I hear them ringing–
  All the songs of the days of old;
Hear the lark on the hillside singing,
  See the gleam of the gorse's gold.

Till, as I sit in the firelight dreaming,
  Watching the shadows grow apace,
Out of the long dead years comes gleaming
  There in the flames your laughing face;
All the days that are past and over
  Gone in the turf smoke, curling blue,
And from their wreckage I recover
  Song and sunshine and youth and you.

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Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom