So Long Ago [antikvár]

It was Long Ago A dusty road in summer I remember, A mountain, and an old house, and a tree That stood, you know. Behind the house. An old woman I remember In a red shawl with a grey cat on her knee Humming under a tree. She seemed the oldest thing I can remember. But then perhaps I was not more than three. It was long ago. I dragged on the dusty road, and I remember How the old woman looked over the fence at me And seemed to know How it felt to be three, and called out I remember 'Do you like bilberries and cream for tea?' I went under the tree And while she hummed, and the cat purred, I remember How she filled a saucer with berries and cream for me So long ago. Eleanor Far j eon