A Lovely Scene

Anonymous, in “Harvard Advocate”

WE stood at the bars as the sun went down

Beneath the hills on a summer day;

Her eyes were tender and big and brown,

Her breath as sweet as the new-mown hay.

Far from the west the faint sunshine

Glanced sparkling off her golden hair;

Those calm, deep eyes were turned toward mine,

And a look of contentment rested there.

I see her bathed in the sunlight flood,

I see her standing peacefully now,

Peacefully standing and chewing her cud,

As I rubbed her ears—that Jersey cow.