A path across a meadow fair and sweet, <br />Where clover-blooms the lithesome grasses greet, <br />A path worn wmooth by his impetuous feet. <br />A straight, swift path-and at its end, a star <br />Gleaming behind the lilac's fragrant bar, <br />And her soft eyes, more luminous by far! <br /> <br />A path across the meadow fair and sweet, <br />Still sweet and fair where blooms and grasses meet- <br />A path worn smooth by his reluctant feet. <br />A long, straight path-and, at its end, a gate <br />Behind whose bars she doth in silence wait <br />To keep the tryst, if he come soon or late!<br /><br />Julia Caroline (Ripley) Dorr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-paths-4/
