. A twisted skein:. f future days, Oer which sweet Hope shall shed her brightestrays, And coming joy foretell, May your unworthy cousin find a place! 196 MORNING. I go! but take with me your dear, sweet have you in His keeping till I come,And let no harmful thing approach yourhome! Again farewell—-farewell /With one long glance upon the ladys face,One last, slow smile, full of a tender grace,He lifts his cap—low in his saddle bends—Then slowly wheels—and slowly onward wends. Down the long avenueHis steeds hoofs ring. Between the arching treesThat sigh and flutter in the morning breeze
. A twisted skein:. f future days, Oer which sweet Hope shall shed her brightestrays, And coming joy foretell, May your unworthy cousin find a place! 196 MORNING. I go! but take with me your dear, sweet have you in His keeping till I come,And let no harmful thing approach yourhome! Again farewell—-farewell /With one long glance upon the ladys face,One last, slow smile, full of a tender grace,He lifts his cap—low in his saddle bends—Then slowly wheels—and slowly onward wends. Down the long avenueHis steeds hoofs ring. Between the arching treesThat sigh and flutter in the morning breeze,She sees him pass—regarding him with eyesWherein the smile of pleasure slowly dies As he is lost to ear intent she lists ^ach hoof-beats fall,The silence closing round her like a pall MORNING. 197 As dies the last. Stands wrapt in revry bird trills out a tardy morning songUpswinging to the starts — looks up — the morn is wearing on—A door shuts softly—and she too is
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