 | The Poems of Mackenzie Bell |  |
THE TWO TRYSTS.
Where tangled boughs of hazel cast
Deep shadows on their way,
A lingering youth and maiden stand
As dies the summer day;
Sweet is the air, and fragrant yet
With many a wayside flower;
Nature is joyous; yet their hearts
Are sad this twilight hour.
Deep shadows on their way,
A lingering youth and maiden stand
As dies the summer day;
Sweet is the air, and fragrant yet
With many a wayside flower;
Nature is joyous; yet their hearts
Are sad this twilight hour.
“How shall I bear to lose you, dear,”
The hapless lover cries;
“No more to see your face, nor find
The love-glow in your eyes?”
One kiss, one sob, and then they part,
And life is bitterness,
As through their tears each form beloved
Grows dimly less and less.
The hapless lover cries;
“No more to see your face, nor find
The love-glow in your eyes?”
One kiss, one sob, and then they part,
And life is bitterness,
As through their tears each form beloved
Grows dimly less and less.
Slow pass the lagging years; and now
They meet—they meet at last,
Each fairer in the other's eyes
For all their sorrow past:
Upon their way no shadows fall
On this fair morn of June;
When birds and happy bees rejoice,
And all the world's in tune.
They meet—they meet at last,
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For all their sorrow past:
Upon their way no shadows fall
On this fair morn of June;
When birds and happy bees rejoice,
And all the world's in tune.
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