Years Ago.

This day it was--Ah! years ago,     Long years ago, when first we met;     When first her voice thrill'd through my heart,     Aeolian-sweet, thrill'd through my heart;         And glances from her soft brown eyes,         Like gleamings out of Paradise,     Shone on my heart, and made it bright     With fulness of celestial light;     This day it seems--this day--and yet,         Ah! years ago--long years ago.         This day it was--Ah! years ago,     Long years ago, when first I knew     How all her beauty fill'd my soul,     With mystic glory fill'd my soul;         And every word and smile she gave,         Like motions of a sunlit wave,     Rock'd me with divine emotion,     Joyous, o'er Life's smiling ocean;     This day it seems--this day--and yet,         Ah! years ago--long years ago.         This day it was--Ah! years ago,     Long years ago, when first I heard,     Amid the silence of my soul,     The fearful silence of my soul,         That warning voice of doom declare--         O God! unmoved by my despair--     How her soft eyes would lose their light,     Their holy, pure, and stainless light,     And all the beauty of her being     Fade sadly, swiftly from my seeing;     This day it seems--Ah me! this day,         Though years ago--sad years ago.         This day it was--Ah! years ago,     Long years ago, when dumb I stood     Beside that little grass-green mound--     Would I had lain beneath the mound!--         And gazed out through my briny tears,         Upon the future lonely years,         Upon the cold, bleak, cheerless years,     Till Earth should ope her grassy breast,     And take me to my welcome rest,     Where she in Death's cold arms lay prest;     This day it seems--Ah me! this day,         Though years ago--sad years ago.         This day it was--Ah! years ago,     Long years ago; and yet I still     Gaze through moist eyes upon the Past,     The cherish'd, unforgotten Past;         Gaze onward through the coming days,         And wonder, with a sweet amaze,     What sunrise with its rosy light     Will bring her to my longing sight;         What sunset with its golden glow         Will o'er the long-sought slumber flow,     Amid whose visions she shall gleam,     As once she did through youth's sweet dream,         Ah! years ago--long years ago.