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56
THE TRYST.
I waited full two hours, or more,
Beneath the old pine tree,
Where oft I've lingered twilight hours,
Watching, my Love, for thee.
Beneath the old pine tree,
Where oft I've lingered twilight hours,
Watching, my Love, for thee.
I waited till the shadows grew
Like giants, grim and grey;
I waited till night's coming chased
The shadows far away.
Like giants, grim and grey;
I waited till night's coming chased
The shadows far away.
I waited for, I knew not what;
But, oh, I waited there,
Hoping, perchance, some ray to find,
To lighten my despair.
But, oh, I waited there,
Hoping, perchance, some ray to find,
To lighten my despair.
57
A year ago last May, I sat
Beneath the old pine-tree;
My tryst was not a broken one,
For, Love, you came to me.
Beneath the old pine-tree;
My tryst was not a broken one,
For, Love, you came to me.
I waited, and my spirit called
Thy spirit, Love, to me;
No tryst was ever broken there
Beneath the old pine-tree.
Thy spirit, Love, to me;
No tryst was ever broken there
Beneath the old pine-tree.
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