ACROSS the shimmering meadows-- <br />Ah, when he came to me! <br />In the spring-time, <br />In the night-time, <br />In the starlight, <br />Beneath the hawthorn tree. <br /> <br />Up from the misty marsh-land-- <br />Ah, when he climbed to me! <br />To my white bower, <br />To my sweet rest, <br />To my warm breast, <br />Beneath the hawthorn tree. <br /> <br />Ask of me what the birds sang, <br />High in the hawthorn tree; <br />What the breeze tells, <br />What the rose smells, <br />What the stars shine-- <br />Not what he said to me!<br /><br />Willa Sibert Cather<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hawthorn-tree-2/
