THE NEGLECTED WIFE.
"Is it he? is it he?—do I hear his step?"
And with trembling haste to the window she crept;
"No, 'twas but the rustling of the breeze
'Mid the autumn woods, as they cast their leaves.
And with trembling haste to the window she crept;
"No, 'twas but the rustling of the breeze
'Mid the autumn woods, as they cast their leaves.
"I have waited long, I have looked in vain—
O God! will he never return again?"
Long, long had she stood by the casement there,
With her settled look of deep despair;
O God! will he never return again?"
Long, long had she stood by the casement there,
With her settled look of deep despair;
Ever her cheek would flush and pale
As she heard the rude winds of the early gale:
"He is gone!" once more she murmured in pain,
"He is gone, and I dare not even complain.
As she heard the rude winds of the early gale:
"He is gone!" once more she murmured in pain,
"He is gone, and I dare not even complain.
