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THE LOVERS' LAST MEETING.
Breathed in the rich tones that first won her love,
He calmed the fiery lava-flood that raged
Within her tortured heart, he could not soothe
The agony that burned within his own.
His soul was strong and haughty. He could bear
The cold world's bitter hate, he faltered not
At "foaming calumny," he did not heed
The piercing blasts of poverty, but when,
At that sad hour, he fixed his eyes on her,
His bright though fading flower, and thought how she
Would pine in his drear absence from her side,
And saw that her young morning-tide of life
Was ebbing fast away, Oh then his heart,
His high, proud heart, sank in his manly breast,
His naughty spirit trembled, and a strong
Convulsion shook his features, and the drops
Of agony welled upward from a fount
Long sealed within his bosom, and he wept
As if his heart were broken. And her tears
Gushed forth to blend with his, and thus they wept
Together long and wildly.
He calmed the fiery lava-flood that raged
Within her tortured heart, he could not soothe
The agony that burned within his own.
His soul was strong and haughty. He could bear
The cold world's bitter hate, he faltered not
At "foaming calumny," he did not heed
The piercing blasts of poverty, but when,
At that sad hour, he fixed his eyes on her,
His bright though fading flower, and thought how she
Would pine in his drear absence from her side,
And saw that her young morning-tide of life
Was ebbing fast away, Oh then his heart,
His high, proud heart, sank in his manly breast,
His naughty spirit trembled, and a strong
Convulsion shook his features, and the drops
Of agony welled upward from a fount
Long sealed within his bosom, and he wept
As if his heart were broken. And her tears
Gushed forth to blend with his, and thus they wept
Together long and wildly.
