MY FRIENDSHIP IS UNLIKE THAT OF SUMMER, FOR I HAVE NO TIMES AND SEASONS

by: Elsa Barker (1869-1954)

      Y friendship is unlike that of Summer, for I have no times and seasons;
      Would you know when I am coming, you must learn the arithmetic of the mood.
      Freedom is a bird of many feathers;
      It may let one flutter down sometimes in the kitchen-gardens of the world,
      But the bird rests not upon any branch that grows near the ground.
      There was once a wandering minstrel who aspired to put salt on its tail,
      But he disappeared one day and was never found again.
      Perhaps he is singing on the other side of the rainbow,
      For I heard an unfamiliar strain last night in the chorus of the spectrum.
      He who follows freedom leaves even his own songs behind.

"My Friendship Is Unlike That of Summer, For I Have No Times and Seasons" is reprinted from Songs of a Vagrom Angel. Elsa Barker. New York: Mitchell Kennerley, 1916.

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