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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By Annie DouglasRobinson

897 One Saturday

I NEVER had a happier time,

And I am forty-three,

Than one midsummer afternoon,

When it was May with me:

Life’s fragrant May,

And Saturday,

And you came out with me to play;

And up and down the garden walks,

Among the flowering beans,

We proudly walked and tossed our heads

And played that we were queens.

Thrice prudent sovereigns, we made

The diadems we wore,

And fashioned for our royal hands

The sceptres which they bore;

But good Queen Bess

Had surely less

Than we, of proud self-consciousness,

While wreaths of honeysuckle hung

Around your rosy neck,

And tufts of marigold looped up

My gown, a “gingham check.”

Our chosen land was parted out,

Like Israel’s, by lot;

My kingdom, from the garden wall

Reached to the strawberry plot;

The onion-bed,

The beet-tops red,

The corn which waved above my head,

The gooseberry bushes, hung with fruit,

The wandering melon-vine,

The carrots and the cabbages,

All, all of them, were mine!

Beneath the cherry-tree was placed

Your throne, a broken chair;

Your realm was narrower than mine,

But it was twice as fair:

Tall hollyhocks,

And purple phlox,

And time-observing four-o’clocks,

Blue lavender, and candytuft,

And pink and white sweet peas,

Your loyal subjects, waved their heads

In every passing breeze.

Oh! gay and prosperous was our reign

Till we were called to tea;—

But years, since then, have come and gone,

And I am forty-three!

Yet, journeying

On rapid wing,

Time has not brought, and cannot bring,

For you or me, a happier day

Than when, among the beans,

We proudly walked and tossed our heads,

And fancied we were queens.