LXXVII

I KNOW a path of velvet green, that sinks From a fair hillside, underneath the trees That blossom forth in May, and with the breeze Shed scented flowers, all lined with summer pinks That border it in petal-covered links. It seems a fairy lane, well fit to please Some lover’s fancy, as the mood doth seize The heart and lead in time to wat’ry brinks. There with thee, Loved One, I would gladly stray; And wander o’er these grassy slopes, to find Saint Dorothy’s ascent to Paradise, Uplifting, while ascending on our way To saintly bowers, among the woods enshrined, Where magic scenes our noblest thoughts entice.