Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WOODLAND LOVER, by LEXIE DEAN ROBERTSON Poet's Biography
First Line: O you who must not hear the diapason
Last Line: Shall seek to find your lips in earthly sod.
Subject(s): Hearts; Love
O YOU who must not hear the diapason
Of my heart's deep music shall grow old
Not knowing how my hasty feet would run
To greet your coming, dear. Yet I shall hold
Your loveliness in ways you do not dream,
Since I who hunger for you so shall find
A bit of you in every silver stream
That cools my thirst, and where the long trails wind
Down through the forest I shall surely see
The shadow of your footsteps where the blue
Spring violets have budded. Rock and tree
And sea and sky will be a part of you,
And I prostrate to nature's pagan god,
Shall seek to find your lips in earthly sod.
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