 | The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod |  |
WE WALK'D BENEATH THE SHADOW
We walk'd beneath the shadow
Of pines that moan'd around,
The dank grass rustled to our tread,
And frost was on the ground.
The moon rose dim above us
And sombre clouds conceal'd
Each star that should have witness'd
The love that night reveal'd.
Of pines that moan'd around,
The dank grass rustled to our tread,
And frost was on the ground.
The moon rose dim above us
And sombre clouds conceal'd
Each star that should have witness'd
The love that night reveal'd.
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But in our trance we heard not
The whispers of the pine,
Altho' they mingled with my words
And marr'd the tones of thine.
Thy passion was too fervent—
My heart too true to fear
The meaning in that darken'd sky
The warning on the air.
The whispers of the pine,
Altho' they mingled with my words
And marr'd the tones of thine.
Thy passion was too fervent—
My heart too true to fear
The meaning in that darken'd sky
The warning on the air.
And still in hope unconscious
We wander'd through the gloom,
Nor thought one passing moment
Upon the waiting doom.
And still with heighten'd pleasure
I listen'd to the vow
Which pledg'd that faith forever
Thou hast forgotten now.
We wander'd through the gloom,
Nor thought one passing moment
Upon the waiting doom.
And still with heighten'd pleasure
I listen'd to the vow
Which pledg'd that faith forever
Thou hast forgotten now.
| The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod | |