Poems (Van Vorst)/Fantasy

by Marie Van Vorst

FANTASY

I hear the fluttering wind, I see The shadows on the grass. I wish that you would come to me! I would not let you pass! But springing up from where I lie, I take you in my arms, would I! I 'd tell you where white heather grows, I 'd kiss you, and I 'd hold you close,   I would not let you pass!

Here, by my side, you 'd watch with me Cloud shadows on the grass. If chance that you should come may be, I will not let you pass! Where the lost faerie kingdoms lie, I 'll tell in wonder-tales—will I! And as the brilliant fancy grows, I 'll kiss you, and I 'll hold you close,   I will not let you pass!