Violette Neatly Blackwell, "Childhood's Memory" (1901)
A dream of love, so filled with melody ,
I scarce could breathe for its intensity :
It was a dream that only girlhood dreams .
It came upon me in the month of June,
When all the birds were singing in the air,
And Nature was her loveliest , and fair :
Oh ! it was sweet, too sweet to end so soon.
I'm older now and wiser, and my dreams,
Those winged messengers of thoughts,
Are not so youthful, nor so folly fraught :
They now are dreams that only women dream.
Published in Colored American Magazine, December 1901