Hermann Hagedorn

(1882-1964 / United States)

Departure

My true love from her pillow rose
   And wandered down the summer lane.
She left her house to the wind's carouse,
   And her chamber wide to the rain.

She did not stop to don her coat,
   She did not stop to smooth her bed --
But out she went in glad content
   There where the bright path led.

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