 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
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THE RIDE
She rode o'er hill, she rode o'er plain,
She rode by fields of barley,
By morning-glories filled with rain,
Along the wood-side gnarly.
She rode by fields of barley,
By morning-glories filled with rain,
Along the wood-side gnarly.
She rode o'er plain, she rode o'er hill,
By orchard land and berry;
Her eyes were sparkling as the rill,
Cheeks, redder than the cherry.
By orchard land and berry;
Her eyes were sparkling as the rill,
Cheeks, redder than the cherry.
A bird sang here, a bird sang there,
Then blithely sang together;
Sang sudden greeting everywhere,
“Good-morrow!” and “Good weather!”
Then blithely sang together;
Sang sudden greeting everywhere,
“Good-morrow!” and “Good weather!”
The sunlight's laughing radiance
Laughed in her radiant tresses;
The bold breeze made her wild curls dance,
And flushed her face with kisses.
Laughed in her radiant tresses;
The bold breeze made her wild curls dance,
And flushed her face with kisses.
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