A LIFE'S LOSS.
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A LIFE'S LOSS.
O you remember the summer day You found me down by the ruined mill?
The skies were blue, and the waters bright,
And shadows glanced on the windy hill,
And the stream moaned on.
You sat by my side on the moss-grown log,
Where one I loved last night had stood,—
I heard his voice, like an undertone,
While you talked to me in that solitude,
And the stream moaned on.
Where one I loved last night had stood,—
I heard his voice, like an undertone,
While you talked to me in that solitude,
And the stream moaned on.
You did not tell me your heart was mine,—
You only said that my face was fair,
That silks and satins should robe my form,
And jewels should flash among my hair,
And the stream moaned on.
You only said that my face was fair,
That silks and satins should robe my form,
And jewels should flash among my hair,
And the stream moaned on.
