THREE SUNSETS.
He saw her once, and in the glance,
A moment's glance of meeting eyes,
His heart stood still in sudden trance,
He trembled with a sweet surprise—
All in the waning light she stood
The star of perfect womanhood.
That summer eve his heart was light,
With lighter step he trod the ground,
And life was fairer in his sight,
And music was in every sound;
He blessed the world where there could be
So beautiful a thing as she.
