by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)
- sang two little songs one day,
I sang them for a lady's pleasure,
I took her praise for wreath of bay,
Her smile for largess beyond measure.
I sang out in the market square
And most folk could not understand;
One who by chance was passing there
Dropped down some silver in my hand.
Now since the songs I gave you, Sweet,
Have turned to silver fair and gleaming,
For your pleasaunce as is most meet
The silver turns to song and dreaming.
POEMS BY JOYCE KILMER
"Alchemy" was originally
published in Summer of Love. Joyce Kilmer. New York: The Baker & Taylor Company, 1911..