Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1853-08-13
LOVE THEE STILL.

i LOVE Thee SdILL'
Long years have passed since thy bright eyes
Beamed on me meath my native skies,
Thy home and mine, where loves first dream
Flung crimson light on life's wild stream
la other lands, by GreciaI Iaaes,
BY ruins on Italian plains,
Where slept the sunshine bright and warm,
| still beheId thy imaged form
Ever my idol, none e'er stole
Thy resting place within my soul.
When fills the cup the ruby wine
The name | murm ur still is thine,
Still thine each throbbing heart chords thrill,
! leye thee STILL ! love thee still!
There is no flower, no stream, no stone
But seems 10 claim the for its own,
But bears some strange and deep impress
or thy ideal lovlness
| think the breeze which stirs my hair
has swept across thy forehead fair,
And love il better that its wing
Has touched an unforgotten string,
That il has reused music.toue
Within u temple all thy own,
And poured its incense at I shrine,
Where loves pure blossoms ever twine.
To thee the foaming cup fill,
| love thee still! love thee still!
Venetian halls are bathed in light,
And reves wild we hold to light,
Yet etGueenIy forms moving there
With iegels wreathed amid their hair.
And eyes OF mdnght's darkest shade
Flash out beneath the ebon braid.
Around the festal board we stand,
The releen wine-eup in each land,
Loud rings the laugh, high swes the strain,
And then-I think OF hee again.
Voluptuous forms, the diamonds light,
Steal not one thought from thee tonight
To thee anew the cup | ell,
l love thee still! love thee still!
have 10 might lived Ger each hour
That bound my spirit by lite power,
| Yet striving still to hush the tone,
Becuse il wooed me back 10 home,
Crushing the burning dreams Of love.
! With chains Ambitions fingers wove,
When in dispair that all but brought
| Thy image 10 my revered thought,
/ laised the cup, but one wild word
| Was trembling through each haunted chord,
Moaning, while back the visions stole,
| In dsrked traoery, TO my sosl,
"Away! no more the goblet fill
| love thee still, | love thee still"
il saw Jewish dnoiden fall
Beside tomb stones antique wall
And lifted up each raven thread
Which swept her brow, with shrinking dread,
Wondering that such damp locks should cling
| 50 ,clese 10 such lovely thing,
! Again | lifted up her hair,
And sazed on that cold moisture there,
And shrank to think that might see
The same death da mpness cling 10 thee
Avaunt the vision fades in night
And here are song, and dance, aud light
More wine the loaming goblet fill
love thee still, l love thee still
| Again they come--wild forms and cries
To Jena's field the war-horse flies,
And waving crests, and homets bright
Are cleaning through the raging flight
see Napoleon's banners raised,
Whera MOscOw'S towers in ruins buZeu,
And, now, the crescenps crimson fold
Streams out o'er casqucs embossed with gold,
. Yet there one tress Of braided hair
Seems resting, lik all earnest prayer
4 Away! cannot bear thy moan,
dare not listen to thy tone,
crush my heart with iron win,
: ct lore thee still, yet love thee sill!
Strange, that with lore and war should rise,
With gloom aud mirth those treamy eyes,
That the god of battles wing,
Thy form, thy tresses dark should cling,
And that thy thin white fingers iwine
: Around the cup which holds the wine,
That in the courts princes Few
Those accents, musical aud low,
That shudde ring, shreking from my chalh
| weave its folds anew again
Long left! long loved! from thy firm trust,
Fame's brightest visions shrink to dust,
And though wild dreams my spirit all,
love thee still love thee still!
Once moro 10 crimson lips the cup
Be ieweled hands, lifted up,
And feverish forms the goblet drain,
But IL seek my home ngain,
On Fumes proud field the laurel won,
! cannot, will not bear alene,
's Fer Gloryas wreath but paes and dies,
= Uncheered by light from loving eyes,
oi seek thee, love, unchanged at last,
!, Though o'er Esy brow dark years have past,
ST And, for thy long neg ected faith,
. Bring back affectfon's truest breath,
II And murmur, while my heart chords thrill,
10 1--we thee sLiU! | love thec Sill!