User:Phaedriel/Today/July 1, 2007

Only a long, low-lying lane

That follows to the misty sea,

Across a bare and russet plain

Where wild winds whistle vagrantly;

I know that many a fairer path

With lure of song and bloom may woo,

But oh ! I love this lonely strath

Because it is so full of you.

Here once you lingered on an hour

When stars were shining in the west,

To gather one pale, scented flower

And place it smiling on your breast;

And since that eve its fragrance blows

For me across the grasses sere,

Far sweeter than the latest rose,

That faded bloom of yesteryear.

For me the sky, the sea, the wold,

Have beckoning visions wild and fair,

The mystery of a tale untold,

The grace of an unuttered prayer.

Let others choose the fairer path

That winds the dimpling valley through,

I gladly seek this lonely strath

Companioned by my dreams of you.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox