The Soft Wind Carried the Moment Away

Over the hill and across the ford and down by the meadow gate
May her days be many, her days be few,
The dream of the maiden will never come true.
For the soft wind carried the moment away,
And the birds they sang, but they would not stay
By the meadow gate.
—-Kate Chopin, By The Meadow Gate, last stanza

By The Meadow Gate

Again In The Meadow James Surls 2002, Steel, Paint Hall Sculpture Garden Dallas, Texas

Again In The Meadow
James Surls
2002, Steel, Paint
Hall Sculpture Garden
Dallas, Texas

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