 | The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury |  |
THE JEALOUS LOVER'S EXCUSE.
Forgive the doubt! the flower that springs
Only beneath the sunbeam's light,
Trembles at every cloud which flings
Its portent of the coming night;
Thus when on others lightly fall
The smiles which are my life, my all,
What marvel if my heart's wild thrill
Should seem to presage future ill?
Only beneath the sunbeam's light,
Trembles at every cloud which flings
Its portent of the coming night;
Thus when on others lightly fall
The smiles which are my life, my all,
What marvel if my heart's wild thrill
Should seem to presage future ill?
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Forgive the doubt! the breeze that sweeps
O'er ocean's ever ruffled brow
Sends its vibration to the deeps
Which lie so cold and still below;
Its breath scarce stirs the sea-gull's plume,
Its swell may seal a proud ship's doom;
So words that to thy lip come free
May stir the depths of woe for me.
O'er ocean's ever ruffled brow
Sends its vibration to the deeps
Which lie so cold and still below;
Its breath scarce stirs the sea-gull's plume,
Its swell may seal a proud ship's doom;
So words that to thy lip come free
May stir the depths of woe for me.
Forgive the doubt! the moon that rides
At noon of night her pearly car,
Knows not that all earth's myriad tides
Await her influence from afar;
Thus, bright one, thou, whose look can still
Each impulse of my wayward will,
Unconscious of thine own sweet art,
Dost reign and triumph in each heart.
At noon of night her pearly car,
Knows not that all earth's myriad tides
Await her influence from afar;
Thus, bright one, thou, whose look can still
Each impulse of my wayward will,
Unconscious of thine own sweet art,
Dost reign and triumph in each heart.
| The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury | |