HER LAST WORDS. 189 HER LAST WORDS. No, let me alone-'tis better so, My way and yours are widely far apart, Why should you stop to grieve about my woe? And why should I not step across your heart? A man's heart is a poor thing at the best, And yours is no whit better than the rest. I loved you once! Ah, yes! Perhaps, I did. Women are curious things, you know, and strange, And hard to understand, and then besides, The key of her soul's music oft doth change, And so-ah! do not look at me that way! I loved you once, but that was yesterday! Sometimes a careless word doth rankle deep- So deep that it can blot out hours divine, Nay, do not speak. I never can forget; So let us say good-bye, and go our ways. Mayhap the pansies will start from the dust Of our past days—the slumbrous, happy days When I was trusting, and life knew no grief, Good-bye! Good-bye! Part of my life you take, If God cares aught for women who have loved And worshiped idols false, I trust he will Keep us so far apart that never more Our paths may cross. Why are you standing still? Good-bye, I say. This is the day's dim close; Our love is no more worth than last year's rose. LIFE. We meet and we part; the world is wide; A little way, and then again LONGINGS. A shadow passing o'er the sun, LONGINGS. If I could hold your hands to-night, A slender shape in that old chair, Your cool white dress, its folding lost 191 Bowed like a flower-cup splashed with rain, For one to trace. If I could see your eyes that reach Where past the trail of dying suns Or touch your silent lips to-night, If it could be-Oh, all in vain In vain the longings of the lips, LAST NIGHT. Last night, within the little curtained room, Where the gay music sounded faintly clear, And silver lights came stealing through the gloom, You told the tale that women love to hear; You told it well, with firm hands clasping mine, And deep eyes glowing with a tender light, Mere acting? But your prayer was half divine Last night, last night. Ah, you had much to offer; wealth enough To gild the future, and a path of ease For one whose way is somewhat dark and rough; New friends-life calm as summer seas IMPERISHABLE REMEMBRANCE. 193 And something (was it love?) to keep us true Let the world go, with all its dross and pelf! Only for one, and he is far away; His voice came back to me, with the pain of lost delight; The present faded, but the past was clear, If others answered as I answered then, We would hear less, perchance, of blighted lives; There would be truer women, nobler men, And fewer dreary homes and faithless wives; Because I could not give you all the best, I gave you nothing. Judge me-was I right? You may thank heaven that I stood the test Last night, last night. IMPERISHABLE REMEMBRANCE. Should seek the old, familiar place, |