• All the wild sweetness of the flower
    Tangled against the wall.
    It was that magic, silent hour....
    The branches grew so tall
    They twined themselves into a bower.
    The sun shown ... and the fall

    Of yellow blossom on the grass!
    You feel that golden rain?
    Both of you could not hold, alas,
    (both of you tried, in vain)
    A memory, stranger. So I pass....
    It will not come again.

    Katherine Mansfield, Margaret Scott (1997). “The Katherine Mansfield notebooks”