I felt a mist of rain Trembling against my face ... I knew that wind had lain In many a haunted place. I saw a sea-beach dim By many a silver dune, Where sandy hollows brim With magic of the moon. I saw a shadowy ship Upon her seaward way, And felt upon my lip A kiss of yesterday. I walked again beside The dark enchantress, Night, Until the dawn’s white pride Brought back a lost delight. O wind of dream, blow still, For I would have it stay ... That ghostly pressure sweet and chill, That kiss of yesterday. Walter Blythe JEM BLYTHE:- “I wonder if poor Walter ever kissed a girl in his life.” FAITH MEREDITH, quietly:-“Yes, he kissed Una goodbye before he went away.” RILLA BLYTHE:- “But this was written before that so it must have been a dream kiss.” SUSAN BAKER, sadly:- “I remember the day he writ this, over there in the maple grove. I scolded him for wasting his time when Ian Flagg was beating him in the arithmetic exams. Oh, if I hadn’t scolded him!” NAN BLYTHE:- “Don’t cry, Susan.
