Discovery
What is it now that I shall seek Where woods dip downward, in the hills? - A mossy nook, a ferny creek, And May among the daffodils. Or in the valley's vistaed glow, Past rocks of terraced trumpet vines, Shall I behold her coming slow, Sweet May, among the columbines? With redbud cheeks and bluet eyes, Big eyes, the homes of happiness, To meet me with the old surprise, Her wild-rose hair all bonnetless. Who waits for me, where, note for note, The birds make glad the forest trees? - A dogwood blossom at her throat, My May among th' anemones. As sweetheart breezes kiss the blooms, And dews caress the moon's pale beams, My soul shall drink her lips' perfumes, And know the magic of her dreams.
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"What is it now that I shall seek..."
This evocative piece by Madison Julius Cawein, titled "Discovery", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...