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...DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 6. GRUACH by GORDON BOTTOMLEY ODE SUNG IN THE TOWN HALL, CONCORD, JULY 4, 1857 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE DAY-DREAM: THE SLEEPING PALACE by ALFRED TENNYSON RELIGION; AN ESSAY IN COUPLETS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE GEOGRAPHER'S GLORY; OR, THE GLOBE IN 1730 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |