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Show MADELYN CANNON STEWART SILVER 168 TRYST Ah the sun rose high this morning, And I met it half the way, And the breeze was cool As it rippled the pool, While I followed the pony's neigh Over pastures drenched with hoary dewWith a song in my heart at the thought of you As the sun rose high this morning. Ah the birds trilled joy this morning, As I captured my glossy steed, And slipped the rein Over ebony mane; Then mounting with speed, In a race with the winds I turned the black head where the long trail begins And the voice of the stream rose in full, wordless song . How our speed close the breeze that would hamper our pace As it swept the gray plain; There ambitiously vain The cottontails gave us an unchallenged race; Then we left them. Ascending a low sagebrush hill We took the faint trail, For I knew you'd not fail- And dipped to the canyon, all wooded and still. Then I gave the old signal; the gallop grew slow, I repeated it twice, Ere I made it a thrice The beloved answer came in your voice rich and low. Ah the moon shone bright this evening, And my journey home was slow, For each lilting beam Bore a trembling dream, And my heart had been loath to go; The tired black pony understood, He was with us there in the still green wood Ah the moon shone bright this evening! . |
