Romanticism: Hither I Go Poem by Caryl Ramsdale

Yonside, the tallest mountain peak
Caught up a downfall of white;
Powdered its highest points unique,
Dropped crystals lightest of light.
Beauty moved my love to speak—

Of sunbeams dancing off one curl
That fell and bounced toward my eye;
Smitten he dreamed of his young girl—
Like wind in the trees he’d sigh,
His heart thumped, his mind took a whirl.

Locked in an aura of romance,
A circle of light came down;
Awakened from his fragile trance,
He kneeled—slowly touched the ground
Covering his loved one—by chance.