by Lizette Woodworth Reese (1856 - 1935)

The change
Language: English 
Once I forgot all, everything,
In any day of fall or spring;
And even when I went to bed,
The little prayer I should have said.

I cannot now forget at all
Anything of spring or fall; —
The splutter of wind within a hedge;
Or smell of hyssop from the edge
Of a hot field; the field itself
Dry as a bone upon a shelf;
Or deer that fleet across a wood;
Or an old woman in a hood.

My prayers rise up, each like a spear,
So sharp that God cannot but hear.

Confirmed with Lizette Woodworth Reese, Wild Cherry, Baltimore, Md: The Norman, Remington Co, 1923.


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