Poems (Chitwood)/Lines (Day following day, shall weave a web of years)
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LINES.
Day following day, shall weave a web of years
With filling thick of keenest joy and pain;
But oft mine eyes shall overrun with tears,
For we, belov'd, shall never meet again.
The Spring-time, with its sisterhood of flowers,
The Summer's bloom, the Autumn's golden grain,
The Winter's snow will come, and moonlight hours,
But we, belov'd, shall never meet again.
What! never meet? Oh yes, my lip belies
The earnest throbbings of my passionate heart;
Tor, from the shadowy heavens a voice replies—
"We yet shall meet, and never more to part."
Oh, thou belov'd, this thought shall soothe my tears,
And radiate the mists of clouds and gloom:
Afar, afar, in those delightful spheres,
Where the good rest, our earth-love yet shall bloom.
With filling thick of keenest joy and pain;
But oft mine eyes shall overrun with tears,
For we, belov'd, shall never meet again.
The Spring-time, with its sisterhood of flowers,
The Summer's bloom, the Autumn's golden grain,
The Winter's snow will come, and moonlight hours,
But we, belov'd, shall never meet again.
What! never meet? Oh yes, my lip belies
The earnest throbbings of my passionate heart;
Tor, from the shadowy heavens a voice replies—
"We yet shall meet, and never more to part."
Oh, thou belov'd, this thought shall soothe my tears,
And radiate the mists of clouds and gloom:
Afar, afar, in those delightful spheres,
Where the good rest, our earth-love yet shall bloom.