Why should we argue with the falling dust
Or tremble in the traffic of the days?
Our hearts are music-makers in the clouds,
Our feet are running on the heavenly ways.
We'll go and find the honey of romance
Within the hollow of the sacred tree.
There is a spirit in the eastern sky,
Calling along the dawn to you and me.
She'll lead us to the forest where she hides
The yellow wine that keeps the angels young-
We are the chosen lovers of the earth
For whom alone the golden comb was hung.
Romance
Scudder Middleton
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Poem topics: alone, music, romance, running, sky, tree, earth, young, honey, spirit, dust, chosen, golden, yellow, dawn, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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