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Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889

The Tryst

By Charles Henry Lüders (1858–1891)

BLOW! winds, and break the blossoms;

Part! clouds that hide the sun;

For the timid feet of a maiden sweet

Adown the valley run.

The thorn of the wild rose wounds her;

The hem of her skirt is torn

Where the cool gray dew has wet it through

With the tears of a summer morn.

No foot is heard to follow:

No eye her path may see;

There is no ear her steps to hear

As she hastens unto me.

O wild, sweet banks of roses!

O fragrant fields of dew!

My darling’s kiss is more, I wis,

Than a thousand leagues of you!