Madison Julius Cawein

Longing

When rathe wind-flowers many peer
    All rain filled at blue April skies,
As on one smiles one's lady dear
    With the big tear-drops in her eyes;

When budded May-apples, I wis,
    Be hidden by lone greenwood creeks,
Be bashful as her cheeks we kiss,
    Be waxen as her dimpled cheeks;

Then do I pine for happier skies,
    Shy wild-flowers fair by hill and burn;
As one for one's sweet lady's eyes,
    And her white cheeks might pine and yearn.