A Man Young And Old: VIII. Summer And Spring
We
sat
under
an
old
thorn-tree
And
talked
away
the
night,
Told
all
that
had
been
said
or
done
Since
first
we
saw
the
light,
And
when
we
talked
of
growing
up
Knew
that
we'd
halved
a
soul
And
fell
the
one
in
t'other's
arms
That
we
might
make
it
whole;
Then
peter
had
a
murdering
look,
For
it
seemed
that
he
and
she
Had
spoken
of
their
childish
days
Under
that
very
tree.
O
what
a
bursting
out
there
was,
And
what
a
blossoming,
When
we
had
all
the
summer-time
And
she
had
all
the
spring!
