. Dreams and realities . How my eager fingers trembled As they opened to my viewThe package the postman brought— The package holding you ! How I looked long in your earnest eyes,While round me seemed to float The words that thrilled my heartstringsIn the letter that he wrote! You are so like, yet are not That counterpart of know not where he is to-day, But you—you yet are mine. And it seems I almost fancy Sometimes that you are he,When among the twilight shadows You stand and look at me. TO A PHOTOGRAPH. 241 And as sunset tints are melting Into seas of somber gray,My life seems backwar
. Dreams and realities . How my eager fingers trembled As they opened to my viewThe package the postman brought— The package holding you ! How I looked long in your earnest eyes,While round me seemed to float The words that thrilled my heartstringsIn the letter that he wrote! You are so like, yet are not That counterpart of know not where he is to-day, But you—you yet are mine. And it seems I almost fancy Sometimes that you are he,When among the twilight shadows You stand and look at me. TO A PHOTOGRAPH. 241 And as sunset tints are melting Into seas of somber gray,My life seems backward turning To a long-lost yesterday. And I fancy I can see him,With, those earnest eyes aflame, With a fire that Cupid kindled;And a voice speaks my name— Speaks my name in accents tender, Thrills me, though the words were few; Then I start, for I rememberI am here alone with you. Dear old picture, are you smilingAt this twilight dream of mine ? Tender lips, 0 speak and tell meWheres that counterpart of thine ? 16. A SONG. A LITTLE sunbeam lost its wayIn far-off fields of air;It fell to earth one sweet May day,And lingers in your hair. A tiny starlit corner Of a summers soft night skiesCame down to dwell forever In the azure of your eyes. And a rosebud, blushing, bendingWith the diamond dew it sips, Gave its color and its fragranceTo make your perfect lips. And a mockbird, silver-throated,With his melody and song, In your voice and your laughterMaketh music all day long. SOMEHOW IT WILL ALL COME RIGHT. SOMETIMES we may long for friendship,And we have not the power to knowThere are always some who love us Who do not tell us when our hearts are aching, There may come a sad delight, When we think that after waiting— Somehow it will all come right. Sometimes when the waiting seems so long, And our hearts cry out for rest,Sing a song to break the silence; Be cheerful, tis always best;Be patient a little longer; Perhaps just beyond our sightThe prize will be ours we long
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