When I was there,
An the quiet waters of the lake lapped in little sounds,
And the sheltering wood
Was green and tall near by,
I often wished for a sweep of surf
And an open view of the sky.
When I am here,
An the night wind moans across the moor,
And the waves roll pounding on the sand;
Oh, to be in a boat on the star-filled lake
With a scent of sweet fern from the land!
This piece originally appeared in New Strung Bow, a book of poems written by Sarah Lawrence students that was published in 1932.