Some mem\u2019ries cling as the heart grows old
\nOf happy days in the long ago:
\nAnd thoughts drift back, sweet thoughts of gold
\n None else can know<\/p>\n
The passionate scent of your windswept hair,
\nThe charm of your slow-waking smile
\nThose fathomless eyes of mischief rare;
\n Still will beguile.<\/p>\n
And it may be years will pass away,
\nAnd Life wan dim and Death draw nigh;
\nThat glorious dream of a sweet June day
\n Will never die.<\/p>\n
Turnberry
\nMidsummer 1916<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Some mem\u2019ries cling as the heart grows old Of happy days in the long ago: And thoughts drift back, sweet thoughts of gold None else can know The passionate scent of your windswept hair, The charm of your slow-waking smile Those fathomless eyes of mischief rare; Still will Continue Reading »<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":0,"parent":2615,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0},"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n