Ah, will she see the heart that loves her so?
And will she say, "I know—I know,
My dear, the lone dark way your feet have trod;
I tell it every day to God,
And he has sent me with the olden peace,
That your forebodings and your pain should cease."
Aye, she could not forget; and she could be
But wise and tender unto me;
And she would brighten all this lonely woe
With her sweet smiles of long ago.
I watch and pray. The path of stars is bright.
Will she come? Oh, God! may she come to-night!
Hallowe'en.
By Carrie Stern.
The glowing coals within the grate
With pictured tales foreshadowed fate;
For she who watched with tender eyes
The glowing phantoms fall and rise
Within her breast the wizard bore,
To whom alone such fairy lore
Will yield its tale of coming days.
The elfin light about her plays
With waving lines in shining maize;
With danqe fantastic weaves a charm
To blind her eyes to shades of harm.
Her hand her rounded chin supports,
The flickering gleams her soft hair courts;
And bright curls vagrant from their place
Throw flitting shadows on her face;
But light sinks deep in her sweet eyes,
Where happy love a-dreaming lies.
