THE YOUNG WIDOW.
Reading edition
LINES WRITTEN BENEATH A MINIATURE.
By the splendor of thine eyes,
Flashing in their ebon light
As a star across the skies
On the sable noon of night!
By the glory of that brow,
In its calm sublimity,—
With thee, or away, as now,
I worship thee!
Sorrow has been thine, alas!
Once thou wert a happy bride;
Joy is like a brittle glass:
It was shivered at thy side.
Shall I love thee less for this?
Only be as true to me,
And I’ll glory in the bliss,
The bliss of thee!
Are thy lashes wet with tears?
Canst thou never more be gay?
Chase afar these foolish fears—
I will kiss thy dread away!
We are parted—’till we meet,
Time shall pass how wearily!
Yet I’ll make each hour more fleet
By thoughts of thee!
In the solitude of night,
In the tumult of the day,
By the gloamin’ fire’s light,
In the mazy dance and gay,
By the silver-sounding streams,
Underneath the rustling tree,
In my waking, or in dreams,
I’ll think of thee!
When in ev’ry flower cup
Fairies dance the night away,
When the queenly moon is up,
Moving on her stately way,
When the stars upon the shore
Silence e’en the sounding sea—
Ever till we part no more,
I’ll think of thee!
A. A. I.