To The Evening Star.
The woods waved welcome in the breeze, When, many years ago, Lured by the songs of birds and bees, I sought the dell below; And there, in that secluded spot, Where silver streamlets roved, Twined the green ivy round the cot Of her I fondly loved. In dreams still near that porch I stand To listen to her vow! Still feel the pressure of her hand Upon my burning brow! And here, as in the days gone by, With joy I meet her yet, And mark the love-light of her eyes, Fringed with its lash of jet. O fleeting vision of the past! From memory glide away! Ye were too beautiful to last, Too good to longer stay! But why, attesting evening star, This sermon sad recall: "THAN LOVE AND LOSE 'TIS BETTER FAR TO NEVER LOVE AT ALL!"
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