Poems (Young)/A Roadway

by Ella Young

A ROADWAY.

There is a little road that winds and winds,
 But never seems to come to any end,
 And by it crimson lilies sway and bend
And shake down petals no one ever finds.

I think the road is hidden through the day,
 But I walk on it when the twilight makes
 A dusky splendour over unknown lakes
That glimmer faintly very far away.

And all the trees are hushed and full of sleep
 And all the birds are gone out of the sky
 And the white moths have not begun to fly
And silence is about me soft and deep.

And where the roadway goes to, mile on mile;
 And why the crimson, lilies are so tall
 I might find out, and why their petals fall
If only I could stay a little while.