Poems (Markham)/The maiden's dream
The Maiden's Dream
On the banks of the WillametteShe saw her love standing,In the shade of the tall evergreen;So dear to her heartWas that form so commanding,But the dark waters rolling between.
She saw him awaitingMost gracefully bowing,And hastened that she in return—Some token might give him,Of confidence in him,With rapture her bosom did burn.
And as she was strayingThe zephyrs were saying,As they float at the brink of the stream—Oh, maiden, forbear,Not a sigh or a tear,When, lo, she awoke from her dream.E. M.Oregon Spectator, February 22, 1849.