In the tallow lighted summer Running barefoot through the sands He will hold you in his laughter He'll caress you in his hands And you’ll think you've always known him And you'll say you must have met him . .. in a mountain stream ... in a misty dream
When the leaves c url in autumn And the evening shadows grow He will promise love forever And the frost will melt your no And you'll hold him by the fire as you weave a dream of future .. . in the amber flame . . . the night's the same
In the morning when you waken And stand searching for the dawn Through the icy crystalled window You will know that he is gone And his face will always haunt you . . . softly cross >our mind ... encased in rhyme . . . erased in time
—unknown
Daily Trojan
vol. Ixv no. 49 los angeles, California monday, december 4, 1972