The Mystery Of A Year

A little whilo, a y par agone, I knew her for a romping ohild, A dimplw and a glance that shone With idle mischief when she Bmiled. Today sho passed me in the press. And, turning with a quick surprisO, I wocdered at her stateliness, I woudered at her altered eyea. To rae the stroet was just the same, The poople and the city's stir, But life had kindled into fíame. And all theworldwas changed for her. I watchecl her íii the crowded ways, A noble forin, a queenly head, With all the woman in her gaze, The conscious woman in her tread.