Among the fields the camomile
Seems blown mist in the lightning's glare:
Cool, rainy odors drench the air;
Night speaks above; the angry smile
Of storm within her stare.
The way that I shall take to-night
Is through the wood whose branches fill
The road with double darkness, till,
Between the boughs, a window's light
Shines out upon the hill.
The fence; and then the path that goes
Around a trailer-tangled rock,
Through puckered pink and hollyhock,
Unto a latch-gate's unkempt rose,
And door whereat I knock.
Bright on the oldtime flower place
The lamp streams through the foggy pane;
The door is opened to the rain:
And in the door-her happy face
And outstretched arms again.
The Window On The Hill
Madison Julius Cawein
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Poem topics: flower, happy, light, pink, rain, rose, smile, place, bright, face, storm, lamp, angry, fence, cool, window, night, door, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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