A silver birch-tree like a sacred maid
Set with a guard of stalwart hemlocks round,
Whose low-toned airs stole by with sighing sound,
Stirred, shivering slightly, as if half afraid
Where the black shadow crept along the ground.
Breathless she stood,—as one whose work is stayed,
But threads her shuttle while her thought has strayed
To...
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How can it be that I forget
The way he phrased my doom,
When I recall the arabesques
That carpeted the room?How can it be that I forget
His look and mien that hour,
When I recall I wore a rose,
And still can smell the flower?How can it be that I forget
Those words that were the last,
When I recall... -
Soon as the gilded clouds of evening fly,
And Luna lights her taper in the sky,
The silent thought inspiring solemn scene
Awakes my soul to all that it has been.
I was the parent of the softest fair
Who ere respir'd in wide Columbia's air;
A transient glance of her love beaming eyes
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