Explore "The Lost Path. (down Around the River Poems)" by James Whitcomb Riley on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Alone they walked -- their fingers knit together, / And swaying listlessly as might a swing / Wherein Dan Cupid dangled in the weather / Of some sun-flooded afternoon of Spring.
Within the clover-fields the tickled cricket / Laughed lightly as they loitered down the lane, / And from the covert of the hazel-thicket / The squirrel peeped and laughed at them again.
The bumble-bee that tipped the lily-vases / Along the road-side in the shadows dim, / Went following the blossoms of their faces / As though their sweets must needs be shared with him.
Between the pasture bars the wondering cattle / Stared wistfully, and from their mellow bells / Shook out a welcoming whose dreamy rattle / Fell swooningly away in faint farewells.
And though at last the gloom of night fell o'er them, / And folded all the landscape from their eyes, / They only know the dusky path before them / Was leading safely on to Paradise.