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In thy home beyond the seas !” But he only heard the gentle sigh
Of the summer breeze, So softly passing by
The acacia trees.
And vainly, too, the other, looking
Smiling up through hopeful tears, Asked in his heart of hearts, " Where is she,
She I love these many years ?” He heard no echo calling faintly:
Lo, she lieth cold and pale, And her smile so calm and saintly
Heeds not grieving sob or wailHeeds not the lilies strewn upon her,
Pure as she is, and as white,
Or the taper's ghastly light.”
Silent were the gloomy trees,
Of the summer breeze, That sadly played around
The acacia trees!
CAN scarcely hear,” she murmured,
“ For my heart beats loud and fast,
But surely, in the far, far distance,
As they carry home their sheaves ;
And rustles the dying leaves.”
“ Listen! there are voices talking.”
Calmly still she strove to speak,
Below, now their work is done,
By the rays of the setting sun."
Fainter grew her voice, and weaker,
As with anxious eyes she cried, “ Down the avenue of chestnuts, I can hear a horseman ride.” “ It was only the deer that were feeding
In a herd on the clover grass,
As they saw the reapers pass.”
Now the night arose in silence,
Birds lay in their leafy nest,
From watchers around a bed,
Peace to the quiet Dead !
ZHEN the bright stars came out last night,
And the dew lay on the flowers,
I had a vision of delight-
Those hours that came and fled so fast
Of pleasure or of pain,
Before my eyes again.
With beating heart did I behold
A train of joyous hours,
And, smiling, crowned with flowers.
And some were hours of childish sorrow,
A mimicry of pain,
That through their tears looked for a morrow
They knew must smile again.
Those hours of hope that longed for life,
And wished their part begun, And ere the summons to the strife,
Dreamed that the field was won.
I knew the echo of their voice,
The starry crowns they wore; The vision made my soul rejoice
With the old thrill of yore.
I knew the perfume of their flowers;
The glorious shining rays Around these happy smiling hours
Were lit in by-gone days.
O stay, I cried--bright visions, stay,
And leave me not forlorn!
Like shadows of the morn.