 | The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod |  |
I'VE HEARD, STILL DEAR ONE
I've heard, still Dear One, thou hast saidThy soul's affection should be measur'd,
By his the flame who lit and fed,
In whose deep heart thy love was treasur'd.
That when his eye glanc'd cold on thee,
Or turn'd on others its warm light,
Thine too should gaze indifferently,
And be to him as [blank] as night.
Ah! that thy breast no warmer feelings thrill,
Yet hads't adhered to it, thou wouldst have lov'd me still.
| The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod | |