Poems (E. L. F.)/Alice
For works with similar titles, see Alice.
ALICE.
Alice, I have ever loved thee— Alice, I will love thee still;Thou art gone for ever from me,— It is well—it was thy will.
Hast thou found a heart to love thee With deep passion like to mine?No other love could ever move me, Still to thee fond memories twine.
Fair and frail one, I adore thee, Loving evermore the same;I would not lose the spell cast o'er me, Though I die beneath its flame.
Could I dream thou wouldst deceive me, Doubt those loving lips of thine, Or the deep impassioned glancing Of those soft eyes into mine?
Could I hear the trembling toning Of thy sweet voice thrilling near,And believe that thou wouldst leave me Thus heart-broken, Alice dear?
It is vain: I'll ne'er forget thee; By fond memories of yore,By each heart-beat of a passion, Living, loving, evermore.