Paths
Pansy treads a well-worn path
towards her lover,
his cape flying
in a sudden breeze.
Nearer now,
her eyes upon the cape,
and smiling,
then looking at his face.
She throws herself into his arms
and he covers her
with his scarlet cape.
They set out along their lifelong path.
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8/12/2015
Inspired by this poem by Julia C.R. Dorr,
born 1825, who wrote from
Vermont.
Two Paths
"A path across a meadow fair and sweet,
Where clover blooms the lithesome grasses great,
A path worn smooth by his impetuous feet.
A straight swift path - and at its end, a star
Gleaming behind the lilac's fragrant bar,
And her soft eyes, more luminous by far.
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A path across a meadow far 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 gate
Behind whose bars she doth in silence wait
To keep the tryst, if he came soon or late."
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