Denzil place a story in verse. By Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] |
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'Twas early spring-time, all the eager buds
Were pressing into life, as on that day
Three years ago, when Constance, like a child,
Came smiling hither, playing hide and seek—
Thinking to cull the earliest snow-drop flow'r,
Or find the first four blue hedge-sparrow's eggs,—
Seeking for these, she came, and met her Fate,—
Hoping and seeking now (against her will)
To meet some trace of him who was her Fate
She wander'd listlessly, and found but these
The early eggs of happy mated birds
And the first snow-drop, looking like that one
Three years ago; but had it been the same,
And had its hanging head concealed an eye,
That little peeping modest eye had mark'd
The change wrought in those white and trembling hands
That cull'd so tenderly its transient bloom!
Were pressing into life, as on that day
Three years ago, when Constance, like a child,
Came smiling hither, playing hide and seek—
Thinking to cull the earliest snow-drop flow'r,
Or find the first four blue hedge-sparrow's eggs,—
Seeking for these, she came, and met her Fate,—
Hoping and seeking now (against her will)
To meet some trace of him who was her Fate
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The early eggs of happy mated birds
And the first snow-drop, looking like that one
Three years ago; but had it been the same,
And had its hanging head concealed an eye,
That little peeping modest eye had mark'd
The change wrought in those white and trembling hands
That cull'd so tenderly its transient bloom!
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