Then and Now

Last summer when the days were fair,

     And country skies were blue

When maidens roamed the country ways

     As city maids will do,

She rode for hours in his boat,

     And walked with him on land;

And ‘neath the silv’ry moon she let

     Him hold her slender hand.

Today she met him here in town

     Upon the busy street;

And in her costly autumn gown

     She looked full passing sweet.

But did she meet his smile and show

     Her little hand so fair?

The only thing she handed him

     Was just an icy stare.

Sept. 29, ‘10