Classic Poem

Beside a city florist's shop
To-day I chanced to meet
A little ghost that searched the town
On hesitating feet;
And as a lost and kindred soul,
To one as lost as he
He brought the fragrance of old dream
And far-off Arcady.

He brushed my cheek with pungent kiss
Of clover and of thyme,
Of hollyhocks and daffodils
Amid the city's grime.
And lotus-eyed I walked, forgot
The cares that sought to greet —
The comrade of a vagrant wind,
A little lost and fragrant wind,
The ghost of an old garden wind,
That roamed the street.

And mid the grey day and the rain,
For me, 'twas long ago again.