Only a long, low-lying lane <br />That follows to the misty sea, <br />Across a bare and russet plain <br />Where wild winds whistle vagrantly; <br />I know that many a fairer path <br />With lure of song and bloom may woo, <br />But oh ! I love this lonely strath <br />Because it is so full of you. <br /> <br />Here we have walked in elder years, <br />And here your truest memories wait, <br />This spot is sacred to your tears, <br />That to your laughter dedicate; <br />Here, by this turn, you gave to me <br />A gem of thought that glitters yet, <br />This tawny slope is graciously <br />By a remembered smile beset. <br /> <br />Here once you lingered on an hour <br />When stars were shining in the west, <br />To gather one pale, scented flower <br />And place it smiling on your breast; <br />And since that eve its fragrance blows <br />For me across the grasses sere, <br />Far sweeter than the latest rose, <br />That faded bloom of yesteryear. <br /> <br />For me the sky, the sea, the wold, <br />Have beckoning visions wild and fair, <br />The mystery of a tale untold, <br />The grace of an unuttered prayer. <br />Let others choose the fairer path <br />That winds the dimpling valley through, <br />I gladly seek this lonely strath <br />Companioned by my dreams of you.<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-3/
