TWO LIVES. PART 2: 20 by WILLIAM ELLERY LEONARD

I took her thither on the morrow's dawn:
With backs against our City's westward land,
We stood amid the thickets hand in hand,
Where men as yet had made no walk nor lawn;
From where the Indian beauty seemed withdrawn
Scarcely as yet, and Indian solitude
Seemed on the glittering waters, on the wood,
And on the banded clouds of that Spring dawn.
And then I counted paces left and right
Along the slope: "Look, here between the brush
We'll set our house, facing the morning light,
And waken with the wakening of the thrush"
(The bird that she loved best) . . . She nodded head,
She smiled. . . "Not so?" . . . "Dear husband, yes," she said.

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