| | 1 | Author: | Brand, William F. | Add | | | Title: | William Brand to Kate Armentrout, March 28, 1861  | | | | Published: | 2002 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-BrandLetterscivilwar | | | | Description: | Tis said that absence conquers loveBut oh believe it not.I've tried
alas its powers to prove,But thou art not forgot.Lady though fate has
bid us partYet still thou art as dear-As fixed to this devoted
heartAs when I clasped you here.I plunged into the busy crowd,And
smiled to hear thy name,And yet as if I thought aloudThey know me
still the same.And when the wine-cup passes round,I toast some other
fair;But when I ask my heart the soundThy name is echoed thare.And
when some other name I learnAnd try to whisper love,Still will my
heart to the returnLike the returning dove;In
vain I never can forgetAnd would not be forgot,For I must bear the
same regretWhatever may be my lot.Even as the wounded bird would
seek,His favorite bower to dieSo lady I would with you speakAnd
give the parting sigh.If other guests should come I'd deck my hairAnd
choose my newest garments from the shelfWhen though art bidden I would
clothe my heartWith holist purpose as for god him self.For them I wile
the hours with tale or songOr web of fancy, fringed with careless
rhyme,But how to find a fitting lay for thee,Who hast the harmonies of
evry time.God bless you darling when the mornShames far away the mist of
nightAnd trails above the waving cornHer gorgeous glory robes of
light.God bless you when the sunset tintsWarm the high battlements of
heaven,As day a fond warm kiss imprintsUpon the gentle brown of
even.God bless you may your sleep be sweetAnd fraught with bright
& peaceful dreams.And waking may your youthful feetTread mid
lovers flowers by Crystal streams.Oh friend beloved, I sit apart and
dumbSometimes in sorrow, oft in joy divine,My lips will falter, but my
prison'd heartSprings forth to measure its faint pulse with thine. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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