James Thomson
The Bridge
"O, what are you waiting for here,
young man?
What are you looking for over the bridge?"
A little straw hat with the streaming
blue ribbons
Is soon to come dancing over the
bridge.
Her heart beats the measure that keeps
her feet dancing,
Her heart pours the sunshine with
which her eyes glancing
Light up strange faces in looking for
me.
The strange faces brighten in meeting
her glances;
The strangers all bless her, pure,
lovely, and free:
She fancies she walks, but her walk
skips and dances,
Her heart makes such music in com-
ing to me.
O, thousands and thousands of happy
young maidens
Are tripping this morning their
sweethearts to see;
But none whose heart beats to a sweeter
love-cadence
Than hers who will brighten the sun-
shine for me.
"O, what are you waiting for here,
young man?
What are you looking for over the
bridge?"
A little straw hat with the streaming
blue ribbons;
--And here it comes dancing over
the bridge!
