Poems (Denver)/Amy DeVere

by Mary Caroline Denver

AMY DeVERE.

"Hast thou a friend that thou lovest well,
 Amy, Amy DeVere?
Hast thou a friend that thou lovest well,
 And lovest the live-long year?"
"I have a friend, and I love her well,
And her presence is over me like a spell,
And her eyes are blue as the skies in June,
And her voice is sweet as a bird's in tune,
 And I love her all the year."

"Her heart is false as her face is fair,
 Amy, Amy DeVere!
She will prove untrue to thee; beware!
 Ere the close of another year."
"That she is false thou shalt not tell,
I have known her long and have known her well,
And I live in unbroken trust that she
Will be true to her God, and true to me;
 So I love her without fear."

The monitor spoke, but she heeded not,
 Amy, Amy DeVere!
And the warning words were soon forgot,
 For she did not care to hear.
But she woke one morn from a troubled dream,
And her heart grew sad as a darkened stream;
For love was bartered and friendship sold,
And all for a casket of yellow gold,
 That was not worth a tear.