Some songs and verses . turies repeating Holds all the names with which Earths story rings; And through all ages still her powers the same; Her names Ambition, and her song is Fame. 44 A RECOGNITION ^^N^ w N* \V\l 1 f^i*V P ij Y life had grown strangely restful; I had governed my wayward heartInto semblance of something colder;For time softens many a could live for weeks forgetfulOf eyes that once thrilled my soul; I could love, and hate, above the graveOf a passion, beyond control In the olden days, In happier ways. But a flash of recognition From eyes now coldly once had
Some songs and verses . turies repeating Holds all the names with which Earths story rings; And through all ages still her powers the same; Her names Ambition, and her song is Fame. 44 A RECOGNITION ^^N^ w N* \V\l 1 f^i*V P ij Y life had grown strangely restful; I had governed my wayward heartInto semblance of something colder;For time softens many a could live for weeks forgetfulOf eyes that once thrilled my soul; I could love, and hate, above the graveOf a passion, beyond control In the olden days, In happier ways. But a flash of recognition From eyes now coldly once had beamed with loving And tender, passionate, light,Has set my pulses beating In a fever of mad unrest,Has filled my soul with longing, Has robbed my life of zest. 45 46 ARecognition And I know there is no forgetting A dead Pasts fond desire;Though smothered in years of regretting, It lives an eternal fire;And neither in light, nor darkness Can I shut out thine eyes;They burn in my memory ever On earth, and sea, and NEMESIS HE snow comes down like a winding sheet, And covers the cold, dead earth,Without is no sound of coming is no laughter of wind drifts in at window and darkness creeps on apace,My hearth is cold, my heart is chill,And I dream of a vanished face;Of passionate eyes that smiled in mine, Of lips that burned my life was filled with Loves new wine, Ere the madness of youth had flown. * * * Outside, the blinding snow falls fast. On his lonely grave on the hill—I dream of days in a far off past In this room so empty and still. * * * 1 never loved you,—and yet—to-night. Did you stand at my lonely door,I would welcome you into the warmth and light Of my heart, forevermore. 47 H. B. M. O B I I T. 18 9 7
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