Sometimes We Remember Kisses, Remember The Dear Heart-Leap When They Came: Not Always, But Sometimes We Remember The Kindness, The Dumbness, The Good Flame Of Laughter And Farewell. Beside The Road Afar From Those Who Said "Good-By" I Write, Far From My City Task, My Lawful Load. Sun In My Face, Wind Beside My Shoulder, Streaming Clouds, Banners Of New-Born Night Enchant Me Now. The Splendors Growing Bolder Make Bold My Soul For Some New Wise Delight. I Write The Day'S Event, And Quench My Drouth, Pausing Beside The Spring With Happy Mind. And Now I Feel Those Kisses On My Mouth, Hers Most Of All, One Little Friend Most Kind.