"Forever and a Day" With hand on latch, a vision white Lingered reluctant, and again The lamp's clear gleam flits up the stair; Ah, in that chamber, whose rich air 'Tis thirteen years; once more I press I hear the rustle of her dress, Sweet piece of bashful maiden art! The English words had seemed too fain, But these they drew us heart to heart, Yet held us tenderly apart; She said, "Auf wiedersehen!" 971 James Russell Lowell [1819-1891] "FOREVER AND A DAY" I LITTLE know or care If the blackbird on the bough With his soft crescendo now; For she is gone away, It's little that I mind How the blossoms, pink or white, Fall a-trembling with delight; The May is not the May, And what she calls a week Is forever and a day! Thomas Bailey Aldrich [1837-1907] OLD GARDENS THE white rose tree that spent its musk The stately walks we sought at dusk, Again, with once-familiar feet, I hear the birds of evening call; And perish in the gloom. Arthur Upson [1877-1908] DONALD O WHITE, White, light moon, that sailest in the sky, We Twain O white, white, bright moon, thy cheek is coldly fair, 973 A little cloud beside thee seems thy wildly floating hair; And if thou would'st not have me grow all white and cold like thee, Go, make a mighty tide to draw my Donald back to me. O light, white, bright moon, that dost so fondly shine, There is not a lily in the world but hides its face from thine; I too shall go and hide my face close in the dust from thee, Unless with light and tide thou bring my Donald back to me. Henry Abbey [1842 WE TWAIN Oн, earth and Heaven are far apart! But what if they were one, And neither you nor I, Sweetheart, Then we like singing rivers fleet That cannot choose but flow, Among the flowers should meet and greet, Sweetheart, That would be sweet, I know. No need to swerve and drift apart, Or any bliss resign! Then I should all be yours, Sweetheart, And you would all be mine. But ah, to rush, defiled and brown, From thaw of smirchèd snow, To spoil the corn, beat down and drown Sweetheart, I do not want you so!. For you and I are far apart, And never may we meet, Till you are glad and grand, Sweetheart, Till I am fair and sweet: Till morning light has kissed us white Till both are brave and bright of sight, Sweetheart, For God will have it so. Oh, Heaven and earth are far apart! If you are bond or free, And if you climb or crawl, Sweetheart, Can no way hinder me. But see you come in lordly state, That will be Heaven, I know. Amanda T. Jones [1835 WITH THEE IF I could know that after all These heavy bonds have ceased to thrall, All would be well, for I should be How sweet to know this dust of ours, Make green the grass above us twain! But half the earth may intervene Gossip And leagues of land and wastes of waves But if there be a blissful sphere Shall find their longed-for heaven of rest,— If in that higher, happier birth We meet the joy we missed on earth, All will be well, for I shall be, At last, dear loving heart, with thee! 975 Elizabeth Akers [1832-1911] SONG SHE'S somewhere in the sunlight strong, She calls me in the wind's soft song, Yon bird is but her messenger, The moon is but her silver car; Yea! sun and moon are sent by her, And every wistful waiting star. Richard Le Gallienne [1866 GOSSIP We knew them friends; he held her glance, Yet he's in England, she's in France, And two who loved with soul and mind |