miscellaneous poems.
101
TO ———
We may not break, beloved,
The spell around us thrown,
Until the silver chord is loosed
And hope, with life, hath flown.
The spell around us thrown,
Until the silver chord is loosed
And hope, with life, hath flown.
Then think not absence ever
Can from my bosom take
A love unchangeable, should'st thou,
E'en thou—thy faith forsake.
Can from my bosom take
A love unchangeable, should'st thou,
E'en thou—thy faith forsake.
Ah! no—think not thus falsely;
When grief hath dimmed thine eye,
And life, with all its cares, hath press'd
Too keenly—and too nigh.
When grief hath dimmed thine eye,
And life, with all its cares, hath press'd
Too keenly—and too nigh.
That I could chide those tears.
Or thy deep grief condemn;
Tho' from the oak each bough were shorn,
The vine twines round its stem.
Or thy deep grief condemn;
Tho' from the oak each bough were shorn,
The vine twines round its stem.
Thus, should my love still lighten
The gloom of coming years,
Still faithful to my truth and thee,
Through sunshine and in tears.
The gloom of coming years,
Still faithful to my truth and thee,
Through sunshine and in tears.
