Poems (Eytinge)/Love's telegram
LOVE'S TELEGRAM.
With doubting heart the maiden stood,
And leaning 'gainst the casement wide,
Believed her absent lover would
Grow cold, and seek another bride.
And leaning 'gainst the casement wide,
Believed her absent lover would
Grow cold, and seek another bride.
For many weary days had passed,
She waited with a patience true,
Till hope had given up at last,
And faith her constancy did rue,
She waited with a patience true,
Till hope had given up at last,
And faith her constancy did rue,
When all at once a little bird
Perched lightly on the shining wire,
As though her vain regret were heard,
And sang as if he'd never tire.
Perched lightly on the shining wire,
As though her vain regret were heard,
And sang as if he'd never tire.
In all the stillness of the dawn,
That fills a city ere it wakes,
There comes one moment 'fore the morn,
When song of birds the silence breaks.
That fills a city ere it wakes,
There comes one moment 'fore the morn,
When song of birds the silence breaks.
A message bringing of new day,
Of light and life, of faith and truth,
Of lovers who are far away,
Of earnest vows and golden youth.
Of light and life, of faith and truth,
Of lovers who are far away,
Of earnest vows and golden youth.
A knock! "Come in," the maiden said;
And, quickly lifting up the latch,
A lad approached with hurried tread,
And handed her a brief dispatch.
And, quickly lifting up the latch,
A lad approached with hurried tread,
And handed her a brief dispatch.
"Will soon be home." The simple words
Brought joy and hope and glad content,
And louder, sweeter sang the birds,
Rejoicing in the message sent.
Brought joy and hope and glad content,
And louder, sweeter sang the birds,
Rejoicing in the message sent.
"Will soon be home," they gayly trilled;
"Will soon be home," her heart replied;
And all the summer air was filled
With welcome for the bonnie bride.
"Will soon be home," her heart replied;
And all the summer air was filled
With welcome for the bonnie bride.