Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE TRYSTING-PLACE, by M. E. H. EVERETTE


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THE TRYSTING-PLACE, by                    
First Line: The winds blow up through the blooming vale
Last Line: Forgotten and left alone.
Alternate Author Name(s): Everett, M. E. H.
Subject(s): Longing; Love - Nature Of; Solitude; Loneliness


I.

THE winds blow up through the blooming vale,
And sigh as they did of old;
The clouds break over the trysting-place
With a long, lithe lance of gold.
The sun goes down, and the shadows grow,
All under the trysting-tree;
They flicker high and they flicker low
And they seem to question me.

II.

The glimmering rays of the summer moon
Glide down on the milk-white stream,
And field and wood, in the dewy hush,
Are dreaming a fairy dream.
The cricket calls, with shrill, high fife,
And the lonely whippoorwill
Is breaking his heart with his old complaint,
"I love her, I love her still!"

III.

Here, while I wait for the coming feet,
I may at last recall
Those who kept tryst in this sweet, green spot,
And I knew and greeted all!
O Royal Love, with his eyes of flame,
And his kiss of poison wine, --
Once, treading the summer's rose-bowered path,
I saw his sandals shine!

IV.

And Hope, with his vision fixed above,
His eye like the evening star,
Too joyous to heed the sigh I gave
When I watched him from afar.
And Youth, whose face I ne'er could see,
Whose voice I ne'er forget, --
How oft hath Memory dreamed of him,
Her eyes with longing wet!

V.

Cold are the dews, the night grows late,
The stars are all aglow;
The branches of the whispering tree
Sway lightly to and fro.
Love comes no more down the rose-bowered path,
Hope and sweet Youth are flown;
In silence I wait at the trysting-place
Forgotten and left alone.





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