AN AUTUMN MEMORY.
A purple glory in the mellow air, A rift of blue sky overhead,Bright flecks, of sunlight everywhere, And chirping squirrel's tread.A shady hollow, in a dewy wood, Where gnarled trunks of oak and beech,All draped in clustering vines, deep-dyed, In Autumn sunshine's reach.
Shadowed a rock, with moss o'er grown, And half reclining there,With changing lights upon her brow, And sunlight in her hair.She sat, my hearts first fond ideal, Ah me! the vision floateth dim,Above the mist of darkened years, Like glimpse of cherubim.
Heart-wounds, have left their seams and scars, Broken, its quivering strings,But rent and torn, her impress there, Still lives, a barren desert's spring.
