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TWO LOVES.
And then there fell across my path A trembling ray of light,A tiny rift within the cloud, A single star of night,And one, who like myself had borne In tears the chastening cross,Whose heart in desolation mourned Its greatest earthly loss,
Came to me when my very soul Was faint and longed for rest,And gave my weary, aching head The shelter of his breast.He read within his lonely heart The grief that clouded mine;We both had wept an idol lost Before a darkened shrine.
And while the early loves of youth Still brightly glowed the same,Beside them rose within each heart Another fresher flame;Less warm perchance, perhaps less bright, But steady, strong, and true
