Poems (Dorr)/Two Paths
TWO PATHS
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 starGleaming behind the lilac's fragrant bar,And her soft eyes, more luminous by far!
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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 gateBehind whose bars she doth in silence waitTo keep the tryst, if he comes soon or late!