He met her in the meadow
H. Burleigh
He met her in the meadow
As the sun was sinking low;
They walk'd along together
In the twilight's after-glow.
She waited until patiently,
He had lower'd all the bars,
Her soft eyes bent upon him,
As radiant as the stars.
She neither smil'd nor thank'd him,
In fact, she knew not how,
For he was but a farmer's lad,
And she a Jersey cow.