Volume Ii Part 117 (2/2)

Too fair, I may not call thee mine: Too dear, I may not see Those eyes with bridal beacons s.h.i.+ne; Yet, Darling, keep for me-- Empty and hushed, and safe apart,-- One little corner of thy heart.

Thou wilt be happy, dear! and bless Thee: happy mayst thou be.

I would not make thy pleasure less; Yet, Darling, keep for me-- My life to light, my lot to leaven,-- One little corner of thy Heaven.

Good-by, dear heart! I go to dwell A weary way from thee; Our first kiss is our last farewell; Yet, Darling, keep for me-- Who wander outside in the night,-- One little corner of thy light.

Gerald Ma.s.sey [1828-1907]

THE PARTING HOUR

Not yet, dear love, not yet: the sun is high; You said last night, ”At sunset I will go.”

Come to the garden, where when blossoms die No word is spoken; it is better so: Ah! bitter word ”Farewell.”

Hark! how the birds sing sunny songs of spring!

Soon they will build, and work will silence them; So we grow less light-hearted as years bring Life's grave responsibilities--and then The bitter word ”Farewell.”

The violets fret to fragrance 'neath your feet, Heaven's gold sunlight dreams aslant your hair: No flower for me! your mouth is far more sweet.

O, let my lips forget, while lingering there, Love's bitter word ”Farewell.”

Sunset already! have we sat so long?

The parting hour, and so much left unsaid!

The garden has grown silent--void of song, Our sorrow shakes us with a sudden dread!

Ah! bitter word ”Farewell.”

Olive Custance [1874-

A SONG OF AUTUMN

All through the golden weather Until the autumn fell, Our lives went by together So wildly and so well.

But autumn's wind uncloses The heart of all your flowers; I think, as with the roses, So hath it been with ours.

Like some divided river Your ways and mine will be, To drift apart for ever, For ever till the sea.

And yet for one word spoken, One whisper of regret, The dream had not been broken, And love were with us yet.

Rennell Rodd [1858-

THE GIRL I LEFT BEHIND ME

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