. Some poems. THE AFTERGLOW. OU REMEMBER the day we were walkingOer the fresh frozen hills thro the the sound of a violins musicCame plaintively to us, and the sun, going down, spread about usA wonderful rich afterglow. Your eyes were alight with Loves messageAs we stood mid the ice and the snow. As I read your desire—your question, Ere your lips framed it softly and low. Then Heaven and earth met together With our lips in the sweet Afterglow. Swift Time, in his flight, drops his cargoOf sorrow and joy at our feet; But Nature, her children adoring,Will temper the bitter with s
. Some poems. THE AFTERGLOW. OU REMEMBER the day we were walkingOer the fresh frozen hills thro the the sound of a violins musicCame plaintively to us, and the sun, going down, spread about usA wonderful rich afterglow. Your eyes were alight with Loves messageAs we stood mid the ice and the snow. As I read your desire—your question, Ere your lips framed it softly and low. Then Heaven and earth met together With our lips in the sweet Afterglow. Swift Time, in his flight, drops his cargoOf sorrow and joy at our feet; But Nature, her children adoring,Will temper the bitter with sweet. And now Memorys painting a picture Of a youth and a maid in the snow;And adding, in beautiful colors. The background of Lifes Afterglow. C. L.
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