"Oh, Dryad Thoughts"

By Nora May French

Oh, Dryad thoughts of lovely yesterday—"
    You melted through a sunny wood like mist,
With here a wind of laughter, there a stray
  Pleased flower, tipped and kissed.
To-day among the noises of the street,
    The press of faces, sullen, gay, and wise,
I hear you calling; calling me; I meet
    Your clear, untroubled eyes.