Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ADVENTURE, by FERN WEEMS



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ADVENTURE, by                    
First Line: I saw her strolling down the lane
Last Line: Her hand scratched by a thorn.
Subject(s): Solitude; Loneliness


I saw her strolling down the lane
And heard her voice in song complain
Of sorrows half unknown;
A ray of heaven's seeming light,
She lingered and then passed from my sight,
Her hair in ringlets blown.

I waited the while that time wore on
And dreams drew further from their dawn,
As seed the rain inters;
The while I thought that where she was
There, too, were bees with drowsy buzz,
What inland streams were hers!

The June day sun by warmth unmarred
His shadows shortened o'er the yard,
And slumberous grew the morn;
When coming from her lonely quest,
She wore a wild rose on her breast,
Her hand scratched by a thorn.





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