IN THE PARK
Reading edition
He whistled soft whistlings I knew were for me, Teasing, endearing. Won’t you look? was what they said, But I did not turn my head. (Only a little I turned my hearing.) My feet took me by; Straight and evenly they went: As if they had not dreamed what he meant: As if such a curiosity Never were known since the world began As woman wanting man! My heart led me past and took me away; And yet it was my heart that wanted to stay. Helen Hoyt