In Lovers Lane

 I know a place for loitering feet
Deep in the valley where the breeze
Makes melody in lichened boughs,
And murmurs low love-litanies.
 

There slender harebells nod and dream,
And pale wild roses offer up
The fragrance of their golden hearts,
As from some incense-brimméd cup.
 

It holds the sunshine sifted down
Softly through many a beechen screen,
Save where, by deeper woods embraced,
Cool shadows linger, dim and green.
 

And there my love and I may walk
And harken to the lapsing fall
Of unseen brooks and tender winds,
And wooing birds that sweetly call.
 

And every voice to her will say
What I repeat in dear refrain,
And eyes will meet with seeking eyes,
And hands will clasp in Lovers' Lane.
 

Come, sweet-heart, then, and we will stray
Adown that valley, lingering long, 
Until the rose is wet with dew,
And robins come to evensong, 

And woo each other, borrowing speech
Of love from winds and brooks and birds, 
Until our sundered thoughts are one
And hearts have no more need of words.

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