Meditations pure were ours Side by side, along the ways; We held each other's hand without Speaking, among the hidden flowers. Alone we walked as if betrothed, Lost in the green night of the fields; We shared this fruit of fairy reels, The moon, to madmen well disposed. And then, we were dead upon the moss, Far, quite alone, among the soft Shades of this intimate, murmuring wood; And there, in the vast light aloft, We found ourselves with many a tear, O my companion of silence dear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BENEDICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GOOD-BYE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON JULY IN GEORGY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE AWAKENING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE SEASONS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |