The Dandelions by Helen Gray Cone


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Upon a showery night and still,
Without a sound of warning,
A trooper band surprised the hill,
And held it in the morning.


We were not waked by bugle-notes,
No cheer our dreams invaded,
And yet, at dawn, their yellow coats
On the green slopes paraded.


We careless folk the deed forgot;
Till one day, idly walking,
We marked upon the self-same spot
A crowd of veterans talking.


They shook their trembling heads and gray
With pride and noiseless laughter;
When, well-a-day! they blew away,
And ne'er were heard of after!


Helen Gray Cone [1859-1934]

From the "The Home Book of Verse," by Burton Stevenson


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