Jewels of Romance/The Enticement of Fame/Response
RESPONSE
I asked you if you liked the poplar trees,
Their slender grace and gentle charm,
Enhancing the winding drive like a frieze
Of ancient Greece - stately and calm;
And for answer you pressed my hand.
I asked you if you liked the rolling lawn,
Where the late Fall sun was at play,
Casting a loitering shadow upon
The quiet pool across the way;
And for answer you pressed my hand.
I asked you if you liked at Dawn's first ray
To gallop madly o'er the field,
Not to return till the glory of day
Had passed beneath cool Twilight's shield;
And for answer you pressed my hand.
I asked you if, when Twilight's hours have sped,
A vague yearning cries in your soul,
Craving the warmth of a word yet unsaid,
Some rapture you could not control -
And for answer you pressed not my hand.