. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . In thy heart the dow of y*itli(Jii tliy lijiM til! siuil^ (if truth. THE BROOK SIDE. 247 THE BROOK SIDE. RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES. WANDERED by the brook side, I wandered by the mill ;I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still;There was no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird ;But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. He came not—no he came not; The night came on alone;The little stars sat, one by one, Each on his golden throne:The evening wind pas
. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . In thy heart the dow of y*itli(Jii tliy lijiM til! siuil^ (if truth. THE BROOK SIDE. 247 THE BROOK SIDE. RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES. WANDERED by the brook side, I wandered by the mill ;I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still;There was no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird ;But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. He came not—no he came not; The night came on alone;The little stars sat, one by one, Each on his golden throne:The evening wind passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirred ;But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I I (ut beneath the elm-tree; I watched the long, long as it grew still longer, I did not feel afraid ;For I listened for a footfall, I listened for a word;But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. Fast silent tears were flowing, When something stood behind;A hand was on my shoulder, I knew its touch was kind:It drew me nearer—nearer. We did not speak a word;For the beating of our own heart* Was all the sound we heard. 248 ZEPH HIGGINS CONFESSION. THE CATARACT OF LOBORE. ROBERT SOUTHEY. |ir^OW does the waterijff^ Come down at Lodore ? f -v1
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