Poems (Katharine Elizabeth Howard)/In forest paths
IN FOREST PATHS
In forest paths I met thee wandering,
The wild flowers following in thy wake,—
Thou wert so lovely that they did mistake
Thee for their sister, and thus unerring,
Following thee to their own preferring,—
Wisely knowing thee as one of themselves,—
In woodland paths and among forest elves
Thy walks with their beauty embroidering.
The wild flowers following in thy wake,—
Thou wert so lovely that they did mistake
Thee for their sister, and thus unerring,
Following thee to their own preferring,—
Wisely knowing thee as one of themselves,—
In woodland paths and among forest elves
Thy walks with their beauty embroidering.
But of thy perfume they knew not indeed,—
Each breathing its own they knew not of thine,
Fair forest flowers of past Summer-time.
They are gone from the wood, gone from the mead,
Gone with the Summer, as fragrant and fleet.
Thou, in my heart thou art still blooming sweet.
Each breathing its own they knew not of thine,
Fair forest flowers of past Summer-time.
They are gone from the wood, gone from the mead,
Gone with the Summer, as fragrant and fleet.
Thou, in my heart thou art still blooming sweet.