Passion Flowers (Watson)/My Heart and I

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My Heart and I.
We ventured out one sunny morn—   My Heart and I—With shimmer of shifting, gladsome lightAthwart the pathway to the height,Which we would scale ere came the night—   My Heart and I.
With song and laughter, went we twain—   My Heart and I—With staff and eager joyous tread,Bedecked with roses white and red,We quickly up the pathway sped—   My Heart and I.
"How tranquil seems the fragrant slope!"   My Heart and I—Said each to each. "Is this the landOf which they spake, the pilgrim band,In warning?"—we did not understand—   My Heart and I.
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But, ah! how long ago—how long!—   My Heart and IHave struggled on: the pilgrim's taleWas true, and many a bitter wailWe've heard through mountain gorge and vale—   My Heart and I.
And oftentimes we fain would rest—   My Heart and I—And lie where petals of the rose,Adrift, woo each to sweet repose,In solitudes the song bird knows—   My Heart and I.
But pilgrims may not pause, and so   My Heart and IMust haste, still gazing to the height,With humble prayer, that some faint lightMay lead us, when shall fall the night—   My Heart and I.
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