POEMS.
APART.
The homeless wind sweeps up the rack
From the waste of turbid sea;
I shudder to think that dismal waste
Lieth 'tween thee and me,
Lieth 'tween thee and me,
And the dun earth shrouds thy breast;
But I know the verdant grass and flowers
Are tender of thy rest.
From the waste of turbid sea;
I shudder to think that dismal waste
Lieth 'tween thee and me,
Lieth 'tween thee and me,
And the dun earth shrouds thy breast;
But I know the verdant grass and flowers
Are tender of thy rest.
Heavily down on the eerie wind
Beats the frozen winter rain,—
It throbs in the deep, dark forest depths
Like a human heart in pain,
Like a human heart in pain,
As my own throbs on to-night,
Thinking of thee in the cold and dark,
And I in the warmth and light.
Beats the frozen winter rain,—
It throbs in the deep, dark forest depths
Like a human heart in pain,
Like a human heart in pain,
As my own throbs on to-night,
Thinking of thee in the cold and dark,
And I in the warmth and light.
Never a message cometh to me;
Oh, how cruel it seems!
Oh, how cruel it seems!
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