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A WOMAN'S WAITING.
No matter what else were his parting words,
They are mine to treasure until I die,
With the clinging kisses and lingering looks,
The tender pain of that fond good bye.
They are mine to treasure until I die,
With the clinging kisses and lingering looks,
The tender pain of that fond good bye.
I did not weep,—I tried to be brave:
I watched him until he was out of sight,—
Then suddenly all the world grew dark,
And I was blind in the bright May night.
I watched him until he was out of sight,—
Then suddenly all the world grew dark,
And I was blind in the bright May night.
Blind and helpless I slid to the ground
And lay with the night-dews on my hair,
Till the moon was down and the dawn was up,
And the fresh May morn rose clear and fair.
And lay with the night-dews on my hair,
Till the moon was down and the dawn was up,
And the fresh May morn rose clear and fair.
He was taken and I was left,—
Left to wait and to watch and pray,—
Till there came a message over the wires
Chilling the air of the August day:—
Left to wait and to watch and pray,—
Till there came a message over the wires
Chilling the air of the August day:—
