Knox School - Rose Leaves Yearbook (Nissequogue, NY)

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CLASS OF l942 Dawn laid a pale cheek against night's dark, And it was day. life stood and watched stars sputter out And were glad. The rich cream of dawn, coming at last Rising in hushed ecstacy from a pool of years That had been our night. Stars: pale, trembling away into nothingness Against blue fading to ivory, And ivory laced with gold. Our dawn at last, coming above hills, Dark shadowed hills, years of our night. Dawn lifted a languirl hand And there were diamonds in the dew. We stood and watched gems glow at our feet And were glad. . There had been no gems in those dark shadowed hills, Years of our night. But the gold had scorched to crimson And the ivory scarred with grey. Across it, a gleaming ripple Falling in flashing cascades of light, Came the day And we were glad. Its dreams burned us almost more than its light, And we went, We went from the dark shadowed hills of our night Across the dew Scattering gems with our foot falls, Hushing winds with the high, sweet beating Of our hearts. We went out to meet our day. Dark shadowed hills, years of our night Watched us go. They held their peace close about them. They held their echoes of young laughter tenderly And sorted a wealth of young tears Into the deep wells of their hearts. The years of our night watched us go Into a dazzling day. They kept remembrance of the night, Our night, cool and silent, Mlith a spray of stars in its blue. Our night of wanting and waiting, But always with stars to show us The dawn would come. Stars like gems that we could not see Because of the dark. The dawn now lays its pale cheek Against the dark of our youth, Shall we go .... ' MARY MCCULLOUGH BEYOND How quickly our time is spentl Our years, those Precious years of youth, are sent beyond our calling: Far down the river of a thousand yesterdays, Beyond our futile grasp, into the far-Hung annals Of the vastly deep, to where we look with longing Eyes, on years buried fast in moving, broken memories. A spring night beside the distant water, as the moon Grows dim, and the world grows cold and 'pale on some Barren, forgotten hill. I close my eyes and feel the air, soft and fresh against my neck. It sends chills along my back and a shudder to my heart. ' I quickly open them, and look skyward to where the stars Blink liack at me until I am dizzy, and my heart feels lig it. Xvhat say the stars, and what's the cry uttered from infinity? I How long, how long!! ' . MARION GILBERT A MOMENT'S PAUSE A moment's pause And a long last look At all we leave behind. A sheltered lane it was we -trod With constant guide near by, A knowing hand to point the way YVhen youth's short sight misled. Now each of us stands on the threshold, Our hearts and thoughts o'erfiowing, Our, minds a book Wherein to ponder years to come, lvhereon each leaf, . Like a pressed rose, A different memory's painted, Hauntingly near, To be faded by time But made more dear by time .... So it's over now, the sad parting, Except for a moment's pause .... JUDY RYERSON

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