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AN AUTUMN MEMORY.
The sloping sun slid farther down; A heavenly glory settled there,The rustling of the angel's wings, I heard, or seemed to hear,The daylight drew its crimson folds, Athwart the sunset bars,I clasped her to my heart, and kissed, Her 'neath the purple stars.
Oh! glimpse of heaven far beyond: Ecstatic hour of bliss,When two fond hearts blend into one, The wild sweet rapture of a kiss.And that first kiss of love shall thrill, Her soul, when pulses cease to beat,When that eternity, she treads, My angel, with her gold winged feet.
Oh! dark'ning gulf, that yawns between, By high ambition barred,I span thy depths, to thee, my queen, My soul floats, glory-starred.
I burst the bonds of air and light, And view the shining cross,That sheds its glory, beaming bright, Through upper fields of frost,I catch the gleam of seraph wings, I sleep and clasp once more,Love's diadem, that faded quite, My longing eyes before.
