Rendezvous

Indian summer brought a story Of a lover’s troth Golden autumn shed its glory Thru the wood Where Romance stood Waiting to beguile the pair Who should chance to wander there.

Hand in hand a maiden strolled With a youth thru paths of gold, Romance round them did entwine Filled their hearts with love’s own wine. Bade them drink and tarry there, Bade them love’s sweet gifts to share.

Transfixed in that starry night Two lips confessed that she was right; Two arms betrayed a secret fair: Love’s paradise had blossomed there.

Dorothy Smith 5 October 1933

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