The Heart of a Woman and Other Poems/Recall

by Georgia Douglas Camp Johnson

RECALL

Winter—aback sweeps the inward eye,Fleet o'er the trail to a rose-wreathed sky,Girt by a cordon of dreams I dwellDeep in the heart of the old-time spell.

Almost, the tones of your whispered word,Almost! the thrill that your dear lips stirred,Almost!! that wild pulsing throb again—Almost!!!—Almost!!!—('Tis winter, the falling rain).