Late 19th-century die-cut, scanned from an original in our private archive.
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A Secret Way
A secret way--
'Twas made and kept for thee alone, my Love,
And never trod by man until the day
When thou didst tread its lily-beds, my Love,
And mad'st new lilies spring
When'er thy conquering footsteps fell, my King.
A secret way--
Among its 'wildering dewy bowers, my Love,
Another but myself must go astray.
Facile to thee, the flower-grown maze, my Love;
Of clue hast thou no need;
Straight to my heart of hearts, that way doth lead.
—S. Alice Ranlett, 1896.
This poem appears in my anthology, Love's Messenger: A Choice Collection of Victorian Love Poetry
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