A path across a meadow fair and sweet,
Where clover-blooms the lithesome grasses greet,
A path worn wmooth by his impetuous feet.
A straight, swift path—and at its end, a star
Gleaming behind the lilac's fragrant bar,
And her soft eyes, more luminous by far!
A path across the meadow fair and sweet,
Still sweet and fair where blooms and grasses meet—
A path worn smooth by his reluctant feet.
A long, straight path—and, at its end, a gate
Behind whose bars she doth in silence wait
To keep the tryst, if he come soon or late!
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What a lovely poem, Von. Even though Julia Dorr's "The Kiss" is one of my most favorite poems, I haven't read much of her other writings. I'm so glad you brought my attention to this one.
Thank you...
Love and
Dee
Edited on Jun 17, 11:25 p.m. because ''.
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