I go through wet spring woods alone,
Through sweet green woods with heart of stone,
My weary foot upon the grass
Falls heavy as I pass.
The cuckoo from the distance cries,
The lark a pilgrim in the skies;
But all the pleasant spring is drear.
I want you, dear!
I pass the summer meadows by,
The autumn poppies bloom and die;
I speak alone so bitterly
For no voice answers me.
"O lovers parting by the gate,
O robin singing to your mate,
Plead you well, for she will hear
'I love you, dear!'"
I crouch alone, unsatisfied,
Mourning by winter's fireside.
O Fate, what evil wind you blow.
Must this be so?
No southern breezes come to bless,
So conscious of their emptiness
My lonely arms I spread in woe,
I want you so.
The Lover
Dora Sigerson Shorter
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Poem topics: I love you, autumn, evil, fate, green, heart, lonely, summer, wind, winter, voice, grass, sweet, hear, speak, heavy, stone, distance, spread, bloom, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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