Call the young and call the grown
Spectres from an early home
Let each memory unfurl;
Each one that was once my own
Fays that only knew my name
Nestled as before they came
Sprites that tap and talk and twirl
Somehow different and the same
Through the shutters, through the skies
Isolated streams and tries
Capped and callow, summer girl,
Always hated long goodbyes.