Cedros / Jane G. Austin

Cedros

Between the rows of yellowing corn
Our patient donkeys paced along,
All in the glorious summer morn,
            At Cedros.
Afar we saw the glimmering shine
Of league on league of sparkling brine,
We breathed an ether rare and fine,
            At Cedros.

A laughing troop of golden hours
Strewed all our sunny path with flowers:
The blackbird's song dropped down in showers,
            At Cedros,
And, catching up the gladsome strain,
We sang, each answering each again,
And gayly shook the bridal rein,
            At Cedros.

That day can never come again,
Yet still I feel the tender pain
That thrilled my heart with that refrain,
            At Cedros.
I see the sapphire sea and sky,
The yellowing fields before me lie,
I hear the joyous melody,
            At Cedros.

Oh, happy hour! Oh, joyous time!
When life was in its summer prime,
And seemed a thing almost sublime,
            At Cedros.
The future comes with joy or pain,
But never shall we three again
Ride through the fields of golden grain,
Singing that sad and sweet refrain,
            At Cedros.

~~
Jane G. Austin (1831-1894)
from Through the Year with the Poets: July, 1886

[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]

Angrense, Alagoa Bay, Cedros, Flores, Azores, 2007. Public domain, Wikimedia Commons.

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