Passion Flowers (Watson)/My Heart and I
My Heart and I.
We ventured out one sunny morn—
My Heart and I—
With shimmer of shifting, gladsome light
Athwart the pathway to the height,
Which we would scale ere came the night—
My Heart and I.
My Heart and I—
With shimmer of shifting, gladsome light
Athwart the pathway to the height,
Which we would scale ere came the night—
My Heart and I.
With song and laughter, went we twain—
My Heart and I—
With staff and eager joyous tread,
Bedecked with roses white and red,
We quickly up the pathway sped—
My Heart and I.
My Heart and I—
With staff and eager joyous tread,
Bedecked with roses white and red,
We quickly up the pathway sped—
My Heart and I.
"How tranquil seems the fragrant slope!"
My Heart and I—
Said each to each. "Is this the land
Of which they spake, the pilgrim band,
In warning?"—we did not understand—
My Heart and I.
My Heart and I—
Said each to each. "Is this the land
Of which they spake, the pilgrim band,
In warning?"—we did not understand—
My Heart and I.
But, ah! how long ago—how long!—
My Heart and I
Have struggled on: the pilgrim's tale
Was true, and many a bitter wail
We've heard through mountain gorge and vale—
My Heart and I.
My Heart and I
Have struggled on: the pilgrim's tale
Was true, and many a bitter wail
We've heard through mountain gorge and vale—
My Heart and I.
And oftentimes we fain would rest—
My Heart and I—
And lie where petals of the rose,
Adrift, woo each to sweet repose,
In solitudes the song bird knows—
My Heart and I.
My Heart and I—
And lie where petals of the rose,
Adrift, woo each to sweet repose,
In solitudes the song bird knows—
My Heart and I.
But pilgrims may not pause, and so
My Heart and I
Must haste, still gazing to the height,
With humble prayer, that some faint light
May lead us, when shall fall the night—
My Heart and I.
My Heart and I
Must haste, still gazing to the height,
With humble prayer, that some faint light
May lead us, when shall fall the night—
My Heart and I.