My Lattice and Other Poems

by Frederick George Scott




I MET once, in a country lane,
    A little cripple, pale and thin,
Who from my presence sought again
    The shadows she had hidden in.

Her wasted cheeks the sunset skies

    Had hallowed with their fading glow;
And in her large and lustrous eyes
    There dwelt a child’s unuttered woe.

She crept into the autumn wood,
    The parted bushes closed behind;

Poor little heart, I understood
    The shameless shame that filled her mind.

I understood, and loved her well
    For one sad face I loved of yore,—
And down the lane the dead leaves fell,

    Like dreams that pass for evermore.