Waiting

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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.

© Madison Julius Cawein