| Louis Untermeyer, ed. (18851977). Modern American Poetry. 1919. |
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| Thomas S. Jones, Jr. 1882 |
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| 92. Sometimes |
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| ACROSS the fields of yesterday | |
| He sometimes comes to me, | |
| A little lad just back from play | |
| The lad I used to be. | |
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| And yet he smiles so wistfully | 5 |
| Once he has crept within, | |
| I wonder if he hopes to see | |
| The man I might have been. | |
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