
The speaker lies in the grass, hearing the wind and watching shadows, longing for an unnamed beloved to come. If that person appears, the speaker vows not to let them pass, but to seize them in an embrace, reveal where white heather grows, and kiss and hold them close. Together they would watch cloud shadows and hear wonder-tales of lost faerie kingdoms, while the speaker’s bright imagination deepens their intimacy.
By Marie Van Vorst · First published 1915 · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Romantic Poetry, Love Poetry · 199 words
I hear the fluttering wind, I see / The shadows on the grass. / I wish that you would come to me! / I would not let you pass! / But springing up from where I lie, / I take you in my arms, would I! / I'd tell you where white heather grows, / I'd kiss you, and I'd hold you close, / I would not let you pass!
Here, by my side, you'd watch with me / Cloud shadows on the grass. / If chance that you should come may be, / I will not let you pass! / Where the lost faerie kingdoms lie, / I'll tell in wonder-tales -- will I! / And as the brilliant fancy grows, / I'll kiss you, and I'll hold you close, / I will not let you pass!
Fantasy is listed on Textopian as a poem by Marie Van Vorst, dated 1915 CE.
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fiction · novel · American literature · early twentieth century · romance · social drama · psychological fiction · domestic fiction · relationship drama · courtship · marriage · women's lives