“ A moon-lit path between aspiring trees,’Neath wind-blown leaves rustling in harmonies,A little song that I may never sing—But oh, the wondrous memory lingering.And though I never may return untilI clasp your hand beyond these years, why stillThere is one guide the path of life along—A fleeting end of dream-remembered song. ”
Thomas S. Jones
Biographical details
Thomas S. Jones published works such as The Rose-Jar. These writings evoke strewings, Postlude and Quaint.
Quotes by Thomas S. Jones
“ We tended sheep in Arcady.So, what if life now empty be,Of all the past this do we know,Although ’tis but a memory,We tended sheep in Arcady! The Summer RainAs one who listens to the summer rainAgainst the roof when all the night is still,Save for the wind beneath the window-sill,Crooning its homely, comforting refrain,—And listening feels that neither joy nor painCan trouble now—only the faint sweet thrillOf drowsiness and peace and rest untilThe barque glides softly into sleep’s domain ”
“ Or faint lutes sounding in ArcadyThrough the purple dawn,—yea, far sweeter thanThe music that wafts from a Southern sea!Beneath its spell the wastes bloom in flowers,And back again come the vanished hours,For she who sings to the soul of manIs the Autumn spirit of memory. ”
