HOW FIRST SHE CAME

Fred Jacob September 1 1911

HOW FIRST SHE CAME

Fred Jacob September 1 1911

HOW FIRST SHE CAME

When first she came, the month was May,

A robin whistled far away;

She stood beside the door a while,

Her lips half parted in a smile;

My shabby room, I feared, looked gray.

I hardly knew just what to say,—

My study was not meant for style,

The books lay round in many a pile,

When first she came.

She would not read, but said she’d stay And be a fairy for the day,

Creating beauty to beguile The castaway on learning’s isle;

She brought some flowers to make things gay,

Thus first she came.

Fred Jacob