[This poem written by Sibyl Mary Croly, probably sometime during her high school years.]
My playmates phantom children wild,
My foes their aunts sour and old
With whetted tongue made sharp to scold.
One dear decade of childhood glee
My little air friends dwelt with me,
But as these shortening years roll on,
I feel with sorrow they are gone.
They viewed life’s vistas long and fair,
But knew they might not enter there.
They saw the new loves coming fast,
But their place is the dear dim past.
At the dark close of a lost day
They came to me in sad array.
The long procession then began
with “Dream Girl,” “Clara,” “Chocolate Man,”
And others came with wistful eye,
Their time had come to say good-bye.
Dear wee “Rentina” whom I loved
More than the others, sadly moved
And as they went two warm tears fell
My little childish dreams—Farewell.