A nymph of flaxen-hair loveliness passed today



She passed me, fairer than a hundred summer days.
A garland, her blondness, for a hundred men to praise.

I never kenned this unplanned tryst, meeting this sudden way.
I never crossed her path, but I never went away.
I reached to her, through the spaceless space, seeking a silent echo.
I reached to her, through the timeless time, for what was long ago.
I came upon the nightingale voice whose lovely lyric now I know.

She passed me, fairer than a hundred summer days.
A crown, her blondness, for a hundred youths to praise.

We walked our youth love walk, hands and eyes as one; our hearts on fire.
We talked our youth love talk, soft and sweet and sure; our hearts on fire
We danced our youth love dance, with rapture our sole desire; our hearts on fire.
We loved our youth love love, beyond our sight, past our time; our hearts on fire.
We parted our youth love parting, never knowing why; alone I, my heart on fire.

She passed me, fairer than a hundred summer days.
A diadem, her blondness, for a hundred youths to praise.


Copyright 1999 by John Faragher

The above photo was taken from the 1941 Yearbook of
South Division High School, Milwaukee, Wisconsin.


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