from out the calendar of time

grant me one glorious day.

and let me follow singing streams,

so cool with tossing spray.

and riot in their pebbled beds

where willows bend and swirl

their giddy heads, as once they did

when i was, “little girl.”

and let me feel again the clutch

one gets down in the throat

from long admiring, silent things

faint sounds and clouds afloat.

let afternoon slip languidly,

tree branches bend and twirl

adoringly: as once they did

when i was “little girl.”

give me one riotous unbound day

to climb a dizzy hill.

waist deep in laurel, where wood birds

gyrate and mock and trill.{41}

where even timid walkers’ steps

unloose great rocks that hurl,

delightedly, to depths i feared

when i was “little girl.”

grant me one free unbounded day

wherein i may explore,

the land where dream folks’ houses shed

moon dazzle from the door.

oh! riotous day detain my steps

clasp me from this mist whirl

and let me live the dreams i dreamed

when i was “little girl.”