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A LIFE'S LOSS.
You went away with that careless air,
And smiled as you uttered your light good-by,
But the wind stole down from the frowning hill,
And stood at my side with a gasping sigh,
And the stream moaned on.
And smiled as you uttered your light good-by,
But the wind stole down from the frowning hill,
And stood at my side with a gasping sigh,
And the stream moaned on.
You remember the pomp of our bridal morn,—
The jewels that mocked the bright sunshine,
The rustling silks, the ringing mirth,
The flush of roses, the flow of wine,—
While the crowd looked on.
The jewels that mocked the bright sunshine,
The rustling silks, the ringing mirth,
The flush of roses, the flow of wine,—
While the crowd looked on.
I saw a sight they did not see,—
A guest they knew not of was there,—
Heart of my heart, he came to mock
My bridal vows with his pale despair,
And my soul moaned on.
A guest they knew not of was there,—
Heart of my heart, he came to mock
My bridal vows with his pale despair,
And my soul moaned on.
