Madison Julius Cawein's Poem: Waiting [Come to the hills, the woods are green]

A poem by Madison Julius Cawein
Waiting [Come to the hills, the woods are green]
________________________________________________ Title: Waiting [Come to the hills, the woods are green] Author: Madison Julius Cawein [More Titles by Cawein] Come to the hills, the woods are green-- The heart is high when LOVE is sweet-- There is a brook that flows between Two mossy trees where we can meet, Where we can meet and speak unseen. I hear you laughing in the lane-- The heart is high when LOVE is sweet-- The clover smells of sun and rain And spreads a carpet for our feet, Where we can sit and dream again. Come to the woods, the dusk is here-- The heart is high when LOVE is sweet-- A bird upon the branches near Sets music to our hearts' glad beat, Our hearts that beat with something dear. I hear your step; the lane is passed;-- The heart is high when LOVE is sweet-- The little stars come bright and fast, Like happy eyes to see us greet, To see us greet and kiss at last. [The end] Madison Julius Cawein's poem: Waiting ________________________________________________ GO TO TOP OF SCREEN

A poem by Madison Julius Cawein