THE RIVER AND THE ROAD Again the Road (Acrostic poems spelling friend)

Posted by admin on August 19th, 2007 filed in Poem


THE RIVER AND THE ROAD
Again the Road turns to her, Red-winding through the green;
The Road would pause and woo her, But gray rocks stand between.
And here he rounds a boulder And hurries to her side:
The River turns her shoulder; She will not be his bride.
O fickle River, straying
Through green lands on and on, A fern-tree heard you saying
“The Road will come anon.”
Not so, but you will waken To lonely days and sore.
The Road a vow has taken To play Love’s fool no more.
On high the sunset lingers With one still star above,
And there the merry singers Sing silverly of Love.

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