Yesterdays — An East Wind

AN EAST WIND

The glitter of wheels far down the street (Ah me, and alack a day.

) And I heard the thud of his horse's feet Beating a roundelay.

And I felt a little song coming, coming Over my lips as humming, humming, I turned my eyes that way.

Somebody passed, who was wont to pause: (Ah me, and alack a day.

) He bowed and smiled; yet for some cause The mirth went out of my lay.

A wind from the east rose, sighing, sighing, I felt my little song dying, dying, _She laughed as they rode away_.

CHEATING TIME