All Still stands the schoolhouse by the road,

A ragged beggar sunning.

Around it still the sumachs grow,

And blackberry vines are running.


Reader 1 Within, the master's desk is seen,

Deep scarred by raps official,

The warping floor, the battered seats,

The jack-knife's carved initial,


All The charcoal frescoes on its wall,

Its door's worn sill, betraying

The feet that, creeping slow to school,

Went storming out to playing!


Reader 2 Long years ago a winter sun

Shone over it at setting,

Lit up its western windowpanes

And low eaves' icy fretting,


All It touched the tangled golden curls

And brown eyes full of grieving

Of one who still her steps delayed

When all the school were leaving.


Reader 3 For near her stood the little boy

Her childish favor singled,

His cap pulled low upon a face

Where pride and shame were mingled.


All Pushing with restless feet the snow

To right and left, he lingered,

As restlessly her tiny hands

The blue-checked apron fingered.


Reader 4 He saw her lift her eyes, he felt

The soft hand's light caressing

And heard the tremble of her voice,

As if a fault confessing.


All "I'm sorry that I spelt the word.

I hate to go above you,

Because," - the brown eyes lower fell -

"Because, you see, I love you!"


Reader 5 Still memory to a gray-haired man

That sweet child-face is showing.

Dear girl! The grasses on her grave

Have forty years been growing!


All He lives to learn, in life's hard school,

How few who pass above him

Lament their triumph and his loss,

Like her, because they love him.




Fresco the art of painting on moist plaster

Fretting lacy decoration cut from wood

Ragged beggar the abandoned schoolhouse

Sumach a type of wild tree