. Dreams and realities . ell. It was made by angel fingers, So was my darlings face,And as perfect as pure lilies Is each line of faultless moonbeams kissed the lily As you gave it, love, to me,And its broken petals seemed to breathe A message of love from thee. It is broken, sweet lily, and fading; Its leaves are fallen apart;But it had one glorious hour When it lay so near your would that I were a lily, If you would wear the flower;I long to be cherished near your heart— If it were for but an hour. MY BROKEN LILY. 147 0 tell me, lily, tell me, While I kiss your petals white
. Dreams and realities . ell. It was made by angel fingers, So was my darlings face,And as perfect as pure lilies Is each line of faultless moonbeams kissed the lily As you gave it, love, to me,And its broken petals seemed to breathe A message of love from thee. It is broken, sweet lily, and fading; Its leaves are fallen apart;But it had one glorious hour When it lay so near your would that I were a lily, If you would wear the flower;I long to be cherished near your heart— If it were for but an hour. MY BROKEN LILY. 147 0 tell me, lily, tell me, While I kiss your petals white,Did the heart that beat beneath you Beat for me to-night?Did he whisper my name, sweet lily ? Does he love me ? 0, lily, tell!Yon slumbered on his heart, And must know its secret well. 1 wish he were a lily, So pure, so stately, and white,That I might fold him to my heart And kiss him once press the flower with many a word Of love spoken oer and oer;Press it with sweet caresses, And keep it for AS THE YEARS HAVE WILLED. A LITTLE child, with wondering, earnest eyesAnd glossy braids of softest dark-brownhair;A face half innocence and half surprise That looked on life and smiled and thought itfair;That with her dollies and her cat at play,Thought life a glorious holiday. A slender girl, with fair and thoughtful brow,Whose earnest eyes are full of troubled tears; She reaches out her empty arms right now For something that has vanished with the years; The sweet content that once the dollies brought In fairer treasures now is vainly sought. Ah me, tis only as the years have willedThat when the girlish toys are laid aside A longing comes that never can be stilled—A wishing that is never satisfied. For though Fate deals us out a golden store, We hold up eager hands and ask for more. MINE—TO-NIGHT. COME, love, let us flee away,Away—our good steeds wait;If we will ride till the dawn of day, We may outride stern Fate—Cruel Fate that takes you away from
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