. Twilight dreams: being poems and pictures of life and nature . h burned dim ; Out came night-shadows weird and wild ;And dead leaves swept across the path, Where once the blooming roses smiled. No word she spake, but silent sat As white and still as sculptured stone ;The living, breathing world around A sepulchre had sudden grown,In which her buried life was laid, And over-writ this epitaph : Alas ! how soon mans fondest hopes Are scattered to the wind as clouds rolled oer the misty moon ; In gentle sobs the raindrops spoke ;Fell drop by drop the maidens tears ; And answering sobs
. Twilight dreams: being poems and pictures of life and nature . h burned dim ; Out came night-shadows weird and wild ;And dead leaves swept across the path, Where once the blooming roses smiled. No word she spake, but silent sat As white and still as sculptured stone ;The living, breathing world around A sepulchre had sudden grown,In which her buried life was laid, And over-writ this epitaph : Alas ! how soon mans fondest hopes Are scattered to the wind as clouds rolled oer the misty moon ; In gentle sobs the raindrops spoke ;Fell drop by drop the maidens tears ; And answering sobs the stillness broke. And through the wakening throbs of pain She found the living world once more ;But sun and moon and stars had changed, And shone upon a foreign river ebbed in turbid waves. That late had sparkled at her feet;A jarred note rang through every chord That until now had sounded sweet; And in a darkened world her steps Must wander, till her weary^ soul, Through sorrow gainingstrength, shall winFor her a fadeless
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