Poems (Chitwood)/To X. X. X.
TO X. X. X.
Ah, friend, whose heart was once mine own,
My soul is full of thee to-night,
While sitting wrapped in thought, alone,
Beneath Orion's silvery light.
My soul is full of thee to-night,
While sitting wrapped in thought, alone,
Beneath Orion's silvery light.
It hath been long since look or word
Of thine hath made my heart-strings thrill,
But oh, this hour the waves are stirred
I thought forever still.
Of thine hath made my heart-strings thrill,
But oh, this hour the waves are stirred
I thought forever still.
I've gone to one sweet Summer day,
Far backward in the arms of years,
When thou and I were far away
From sorrow's blight and tears.
Far backward in the arms of years,
When thou and I were far away
From sorrow's blight and tears.
Thy golden locks were on my breast,
I heard the throbbings of thy heart,
And, as my lips thy forehead pressed,
I thought we could not part.
I heard the throbbings of thy heart,
And, as my lips thy forehead pressed,
I thought we could not part.
Our souls had glided o'er a se:
Bright as Utopia's isle of yore;
The present was our Eden, we
Dreamed never of the shore.
Bright as Utopia's isle of yore;
The present was our Eden, we
Dreamed never of the shore.
We knew in calmer, soberer hours,
Our lives could never mingle here;
But love wove fragrant wreaths of flowers,
Alas, to deck his bier.
Our lives could never mingle here;
But love wove fragrant wreaths of flowers,
Alas, to deck his bier.
Oh, had our bark but then gone down—
Then when the skies were bright above,
We each had worn a gem-like crown,
Illuminate with love.
Then when the skies were bright above,
We each had worn a gem-like crown,
Illuminate with love.
But time's rough waves wore high and higher,
The faint breeze bore us to the shore,
The sunset was our funeral pyre;
We met, alas, no more.
The faint breeze bore us to the shore,
The sunset was our funeral pyre;
We met, alas, no more.