 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
WALKING ON THE HEART.
I dreamed, alas, my heart was at thy feet,
The sole sad gift my poverty could bear,
And thou didst spurn it with thy paces fleet,
As one who walks upon the waves of care;
The sole sad gift my poverty could bear,
And thou didst spurn it with thy paces fleet,
As one who walks upon the waves of care;
And at each footstep it arose to meet,
The conqueror's march that sped and did not spare,
And ever gave a loyal throb to greet,
The stroke that in its very fall was fair.
The conqueror's march that sped and did not spare,
And ever gave a loyal throb to greet,
The stroke that in its very fall was fair.
And when I see the bitter stripes, that part
The loving from the lost and work from will,
And promise from the power to solace ill;
The loving from the lost and work from will,
And promise from the power to solace ill;
I feel the world is walking on my heart,
And though Time's healing hand allay the smart,
Yet every step is stamped upon it still.
And though Time's healing hand allay the smart,
Yet every step is stamped upon it still.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |