Remember the shady fern-banks,
How we ran in childish awe
Of canopy’s cathedral
And the birch in its ranks,
Ran to see like a curious fawn.
Remember sun sown through curtains green,
How we flew to know its embrace.
We slept on meadow-lawn,
Content to stay between
Warm grass and the blanket of sky’s face.
Remember swift soul of the stream,
How we cleansed our feet of toil
Of the deep and lost dream
As our spirits rose like spring in soil.
For I remember,
Remember the beat beyond sight,
How my heart now runs there in haste;
Like a tender young shoot
I grow towards the light
Where my past you do not even trace.