WEDDED TO ANOTHER.
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Recalling to my saddened heart, The dream I should forget.Forget! How easily the word By careless lips is spokenAs though the woven ties of love Could easily be broken.
'T was fate she told me—not her will— That severed us for aye;Her father frowned upon our love; She dared not disobey.I know she loved me by her tears, And by the kiss she gave,The shadow of our parting hour Will fall into my grave.
To-day we met—she veiled her eyes From mine with firmest will;Ah! did she fear that I might read In them, she loved me still?Did some sweet bell from out the past Send forth its magic chimeThat bore within its mellow tone Thoughts of the olden time?
