The Young Man

Hi Friend

This is my new poem...

Alone, on the high road,

Stood a young man;

His face was pale,

His head was bowed,

And his eyes were wan.

His hair was brown, his eyes were brown,

And they betokened of a frown;

His face looked like a thunder-cloud,

As he stood with head bowed,

There came a sound, sweet, melodious and loud;

As he eagerly straightened himself up to listen,

Out came his little mistress from the woods,

Oh, joy! As she embraced him, too happy to speak for words,

They looked at each other like a pair of lovebirds;

And there ends the story of our lad,

Now as happy as just now he had been lovesick and sad.

Thank you!