Denzil place a story in verse. By Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] |
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Often in vain she look'd across the sea
When Denzil left her at the ev'ning hour,
Hoping to read upon the pink expanse
Some sign or symbol telling how to act.
She often long'd to open wide her arms
And say to Denzil, “Geoffrey, I am your's
“In life—in death!” if it were but to see
The cloud uplift which shrouded that dear brow!
But, as he left those happy olive-grounds,
And ere he vaulted o'er the boundary
Dividing town from country, 'neath the shade
Sister Theresa, in her quiet dress
Would glide in silence thro' the garden gate,
And seeking Constance, in an earnest voice
Would strive to exorcise the sinful thought,
And seem to treat the sacred name of Love
As a mere thing of naught—a childish thing.
When Denzil left her at the ev'ning hour,
Hoping to read upon the pink expanse
Some sign or symbol telling how to act.
She often long'd to open wide her arms
And say to Denzil, “Geoffrey, I am your's
“In life—in death!” if it were but to see
The cloud uplift which shrouded that dear brow!
But, as he left those happy olive-grounds,
And ere he vaulted o'er the boundary
Dividing town from country, 'neath the shade
Sister Theresa, in her quiet dress
Would glide in silence thro' the garden gate,
And seeking Constance, in an earnest voice
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And seem to treat the sacred name of Love
As a mere thing of naught—a childish thing.
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