Advertisement

A YEAR AGO.

And one year seems not so long! ...

Still I see you standing there

In the firelight's yellow fall,

And the glimmer of your hair

Fading, - round my heart a pall, -

Advertisement

And my love is dead beneath!

Was it, then, a thing so slight? ...

Strange, to-night returns the night

When you stabb'd it with a breath!

Even now the firelight streams

Bloodlike o'er the figur'd floor,

But a light shines thro' my dreams

Of sweet eyes undream'd before.

And you call me fickle? Then

Would you have me weep - or pray -

Advertisement