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| Poems by Women |
THE TURN OF THE ROAD
Soft, gray buds on the willow,
Warm, moist winds from the
bay,
Sea-gulls out on the sandy beach,
And a road my eager feet would
reach,
That leads to the Far-away.
Dust on the wayside flower,
The meadow-lark's luring tone
Is silent
now, from the grasses tipped
With dew at the dawn, the pearls have slipped
-
Far have I fared alone.
And then, by the alder thicket
The turn of the road - and you!
Though
the earth lie white in the noonday heat,
Or the swift storm follow our
hurrying feet
What do we care - we two!
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
This poet:
[Author index]
This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
| Author. "Poem Title." Women's History: Poems by Women. Jone Johnson Lewis, editor. URL: (date of logon) |
