Explore "Longings" by Madison Cawein on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
/ Now when the first wild violets peer / All rain-filled at blue April skies, / As on one smiles one's sweetheart dear / With the big teardrops in her eyes:
/ Now when the May-apples, I wis, / Bloom white along lone, greenwood creeks, / As bashful as the cheeks you kiss, / As waxen as your sweetheart's cheeks:
/ Within the soul what longings rise / To stamp the town-dust from the feet! / Fare forth to gaze in Spring's clean eyes, / And kiss her cheeks so cool and sweet!