Excerpt from The Literary Monthly
To My Love
Anonymous
In the gathering dusk of evening,
At the close of busy day,
With calmness oe"r me creeping,
And dull cares all tucked away,
I find my thoughts soon turning,
As often they"ve strayed before,
To one whose early learning
Our days in common bore.
She was ever happy with me
As we roamed o"er hill and fen,
Plucked arbutus and the daisy,
Which disclosed our future, then.
Mid the woods and fields we wandered,
Drifted on the peaceful stream,
Thought that nothing could asunder
Rend our lives, or come between.
But the darkness quickly deepens
Into blackness of the night.
As the hours then were sweetened,
The days now are worn with blight.
Alone, now, my path I travel,
Driven on by Duty, stern.
Each day a new web to ravel,
Without one, for aid, to turn.
But, through darkness, brightly shining,
Symbol of your love, so true,
Gleams a star, our ways defining,
May it lead again to you!
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