Still by their light
I’m haunted;
A small soft hand,
A fairy wand
Enchanted.
A mossy seat,
So cool, and sweet,
And pleasant;
Who could despond,
Or look beyond
That present?
A river cool,
A deep, dark pool,
Still waters;
A word of love
To fairest of
Eve’s daughters.
A shady walk,
A little talk,
And laughter;
So days may go,
But grief and woe
Come after.
Sweet August day,
So far away
Departed;
You left me gay,
I’m now for aye
Sad-hearted.
NORA C. USHER.
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