"In Wake-Robin Land"

In Wake-Robin Land

This is the path to Wake-Robin Land,
        Oh, come, my Dearest, and we will go,
Like two little children, hand in hand—
This is the path to Wake-Robin Land!
The waves break silver along the sand,
        The air is sweet and the tide is low—
This is the path to Wake-Robin Land,
        Oh, come, my Dearest, and we will go!

Love, let us tarry in Wake-Robin Land,
        Alone with the bird-songs and blossoms and God;
‘Tis even sweeter than we had planned—
Love, let us tarry in Wake-Robin Land!
Like two little children, hand in hand,
        The sky our tent, and pillow the sod—
Love, let us tarry in Wake-Robin Land,
        Alone with the bird-songs and blossoms and God.

"In Wake-Robin Land" as it appears in Ella Higginson's The Voice of April-Land and Other Poems (1903).