A PATH across a meadow fair and sweet, Where clover-blooms the lithesome grasses greet, A path worn smooth 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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SUN-DAY HYMN [OR LAMENT] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES LINES WRITTEN ON THE DEATH OF MRS. HEMANS by MARIA ABDY PSALM 2. QUARE FREMUERUNT GENTES by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 8 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE PRE-ADAMITE WORLD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE KING'S PICTURE by HELEN LOUISE BARRON BOSTWICK |