Blades of grass caressed my shoes
As I walked slowly past,
Thinking of the shapes of clouds,
The shadows that they cast,
Of all the things that come to mind,
Yes, the kiss that was our last.
The sun was warm upon my face,
And on the silent stream
That waters flowered meadows,
As if it were a dreamy dream,
Of yester-land, of other times,
Or so it all did seem.
And with each step, with each new breath,
A memory blossomed in my mind,
And soon, there were so many,
Of every shape and kind,
That Time lost all its sense and shape
As if the world was going blind.
Then a songbird trilled its happy song,
That woke me from my spell,
And on I walked past hedge and field,
Towards the village, church and well,
Where I lay beneath an ancient tree,
To listen to the tolling of the bell.