Poems of emotional love, and other poems . the old tree clung so tenderly is dark eyes will then have left me, buried hopes will be no partOf my life, unless to strengthen slender cords that bind my heart, 2 8 POEMS OF EMOTIONAL LOVE As the leaves that lay all winter covered oer with sleet and snowWill enrich the ground and make it so that buttercups may when moonlight turns to sunlight and the birds come back to singMid the blossoms in the treetops, at the dawn of glowing spring; When the day is clear and balmy and the sky an azure blue,Save the golden glowing circle where
Poems of emotional love, and other poems . the old tree clung so tenderly is dark eyes will then have left me, buried hopes will be no partOf my life, unless to strengthen slender cords that bind my heart, 2 8 POEMS OF EMOTIONAL LOVE As the leaves that lay all winter covered oer with sleet and snowWill enrich the ground and make it so that buttercups may when moonlight turns to sunlight and the birds come back to singMid the blossoms in the treetops, at the dawn of glowing spring; When the day is clear and balmy and the sky an azure blue,Save the golden glowing circle where the sun comes burning through,Then my heart will, like the sapling, fill with hopes whose tendrils sproutAs the old tree dons his verdure and the tiny leaves come out. And where sparkled once the brown eyes, laughing blue wdll look at meAnd the world will ring with gladness and my heart sing joyfullyUntil comes again the autumn when the moonlight nights grow the dead leaves fast are falling and the birds have ceased their Marie AND OTHER POEMS 31 OLD ST. AUGUSTINE Down in old St. Augustine, where the moonUghtssilvry sheen Falls in beauty oer the Plaza, lighting up the verdantgreen; I have watched its mellow rays coming slantwisethrough the maze Of branches, making diamonds where the public foun-tain plays. Old St. Augustine by night is to me the fairest sightMine eyes have ever yet beheld and once twas my delightTo seek out petite Marie, who was all the world to me,And neath the stars go strolling on the wall that guards the sea. Ah! it seemed like heaven then and my heart was happywhen I held her little hand in mine, forgetting world and men; And as bending pines would sigh and the waters mur-mur by Id whisper that I loved her as her voice made low reply. But in old St. Augustine things are not as they have the moon shines just as brightly and the Plaza lies as green 32 POEMS OF EMOTIONAL LOVE As in days of long ago, but 1 miss the thrilling glowO
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