The Argosy . , soft and mellowShine the ripples of the stream ;And, like sparks of living fire. In the moss the glow worms gleam ;Every rush and every treeCast lone shadows oer the lea,And except my hearts loud beating, all is silent as a dream. Ah, my heart be still a moment !Surely twas a sound I heard,Louder than the gentle rustleOf some happy nesthng bird— Peace, my heart, and let me hear—Are there footsteps drawing near ?Nay, twas but some dreaming squirrel in the hazel copse thatstirred! Hark ! tis surely footsteps yonder— I can hear them clearly now,Louder than my fond hearts beating—Lo
The Argosy . , soft and mellowShine the ripples of the stream ;And, like sparks of living fire. In the moss the glow worms gleam ;Every rush and every treeCast lone shadows oer the lea,And except my hearts loud beating, all is silent as a dream. Ah, my heart be still a moment !Surely twas a sound I heard,Louder than the gentle rustleOf some happy nesthng bird— Peace, my heart, and let me hear—Are there footsteps drawing near ?Nay, twas but some dreaming squirrel in the hazel copse thatstirred! Hark ! tis surely footsteps yonder— I can hear them clearly now,Louder than my fond hearts beating—Louder than the brooklets flow—Oer the dew besprinkled lea,He is coming back to the moonlight where we parted, two long weary years ago. Ah, I cannot see his features— Cannot greet him as he nears,For my hungry eyes are blindedBy a mist of happy tears, But that footstep light and fleetIs the music dear and sweetThat my heart and I have longed for through the leaden-footedyears. H. M. PLEASE DO NOT REMOVECARDS OR SLIPS FROM THIS POCKET UNIVERSITY OF TORONTO LIBRARY \ i^i .^xv-,^ ?v I . ^^^c% - * , ^ler^!
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