The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1851-06-02

Ahis pedutHul poem Is copied from the New 0rl
Home Journal. 1t is, the editors have set fortl
in short preface, "phase Of love not often sung
" Some die to be forgotten, and some to be NOR,
fondly cherished in memory than in life."
She had never loved him he had been deceived
BY bis magination--had believed
HIS dream reality. Was she less good
And Kind, that she had been mi misunderstood?
Gould she have wronged him ? thoughtfuy she said!
They told her. No Though his young heart had bsd
twas his own error and the wound wouid heal
When he had ceased to love. ami ceased to feel.
80 thought she, when she moved among the gay.
Ihe light and thouehte's. and she loved to say.
That, though his heart was hers, her eye dim
To his aflecton-she had meier loved him.
And yet, at times, she thought of hm--e'er sleep
Had kissed her eyeds-when she was alone,
And oef her heart sad memory seemed to sweep
Tho strings she had not touched Tor years, tone
Sosweet SO holy. that, perchance, tear
Came with the notes she always loved to hear;
She never loved him. yet his name, as breathed
BY such remembrance-his kind eye-bs word-
The buds his lips had kissed. his hands had wreathed;
Ills young affection, ike ledged bird,
Hidin chId's embrace these seemed part
OF all the brightest memories of her heart.
They linked her with her childhood those bright days
Ere she had loved the world, sought its praise,
When first her childish heart had simply known
The boysh tenderness that filed his own.
How douby beautiful each memory seemed
Once she had known them all but now she dreameds
Yet in that sweet remembrance there was nausht
Bright, happy, beautiful, but held the thought 5.
vi his young. warm devotion. All was dim
10 her fond gaze, until she thought of hun!
And then, half sorrowing. did her heart infer
How dear withal he once had been to her;
Hours each, in thought, so beautiful, so bright,
came up ike witheied roses. for her brow
scenes She had loved and had forgotten quite
So long and yet SO W Il remembered now;
Bright days in spring -,ime when she loved to wear
The SWEET wreathed blossoms in her curling hair:
The summer hours that sped in bliss fast
These ne'er could come again--they were the past
She had grown older. changed in heart and will,
Whilst he. IN sorrow, had grown older still.
Now she remembered. one mild summer even.
sofi fading day Ger the sweet face of heaven
Had lost the blush it had fairly won
From the kind kiss of a departing sun
uhey hah been wandering where the hours SO soon
Had sped away the summer afternoon.
watching the bird that spreads its little wings
And chatting about many childish things
They paused to rest themselves tt Ie while
Beside a stream, close to meadow sile;
How fresh upon her mind that rustic view
Was craven now and she remembered, too.
How closer to his side she cnng and he
10 hers, when first their glad CHANGED to see
The look reflected in tne waters dim
From him TO her. and then from her to him,
Yet whilst they stood there, the reflection grew
More sad and dim fast fading from their ylew
First came little cloud to hide her own,
And he was left 10 look at her alone
Till, slowly as the shade pa ssd er the sky.
The sad. mild look of kndnsss seemed to die.
But then she returned, and in her childish pride
felt confidence In standing by his aide,
Slowly they wandered home, and many a word
vi kind expression on the way she heard
Full OF bright plans in view for every day,
All tending first to make her spirit gay
She dreamt not then that they should ever mart
Without the common kindness Of the heart
That she should -ave him it'll altered tone,
To look in bfes fast couding stream alone,
And see his lie fast fading from bis view,
Without the friend he so fondy knew;
Well, well, IT mattersd not-'twas over now!
She could not let his Emory cloud her brow,
Nay, shs had loved him not. she could not dare
Trust her young heart to name him In her prayer.
She slept, dream passed through her plowed head;
She dreamt that he, her early friend, vas dead.
This wihered branch from naturssr va. torn
The sing ie star OF other day wasgo-
And there sadness in the fee in
That she should never his face az aim
But she awoke, past moments she forgot,
And then again she said, she iOued him not.
Years after this, she stood beside the sod
That covered hm-she felt he was with God
And something whispered her eye w dim,
That she had lost faithful friend in
The young companion of her chidis "a
The solace of her early griels and fear,,
1he sphis bro'her ever wont to wear
smile of love flr her buried there
The lapse OF time moment she furgot--
She only knew she lived and he was not
Tears followed fast her sad eyes to bedim:
The world to her seemed lonely without him
.! had she felt when first he ki-sed her brow
The love, the holy love she gave him now
Had she not wounded him with bitter pride
And heartlesness, perhaps he had not died
She left his grave-and she was lonely then
But oit, at eve, she came to it again
When Nature sweet seemed sinking to her rest
And those bright little stars he oft had be,t
For her came out to twinkle in the gloom
Like little sentnes above his tomb
She loved his memory, and through ssdder years.
she dreamt there was a world unknown to tears,
Where light and owe should ne 'er prow sad and dim
Where she should be at rest, and be with him
Ihat world seemed opening in her daily prayer
1t was her home of hope, her he art was there
Till gently from this world she passed away
And they consigned her to her kindred clay:
Yet, as they laid her in earth's narrow cell,
Ihey knew that she. wthal, had i0ped HIM ,oeH.
And she had gone to him. as stars on high
Shoot inward, ard are hidden in the sky Ans