The Yazoo City weekly Whig. (Yazoo City, Miss.) 18??-1855, 1854-04-28

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It's vain, 'tis yain these idle tearsl
Thou art Gar distant now;
No more, oh never more my lipu
May press thy pale. sweet brow;
And yet cannot, cannot burst
The deep and holy spell that irst
Il Babe my strong spirit bow
With all Of passions hopes and fears
Before Y &c II. our happier years.
Those ewes Of love those blessed ewes
Their memory still comes back
A glory and benson
O,erlife's bewildering track, a as
Their light has vanished from our lot.
Like meteor-gIeams and left us--whatl
The sigh the tears the rack! 81
And yet upon their visions blest
Still love canturn and sink to rest
! know thou lowest me, know
Thine eyes with tears a. dim,
know that stricken love still chants
To thee its mourhFul hymn; H9s
know the shadow of loves dream asa
In the deep wave Of memory's stream
Like soft star-shadows swim;
But oh! the fend Of wild unrest
Is raging in my tortured breast.
Forgive me, gentle one, forgive Z
My burning dreams Of thee;
Forgive me that I dare let &
Forbidden thoughts 60 freei e
My torrent passions madly sweep
On, darkly on, an mlnot sleep
But in deaths silent sea;
AndI--a Wondering wreck am still
The victim Of their stormy will.
Ahgdear one, suns will rise and set,
And moons will wax and wane, e
The asons come and go, bntwe
MIST never meet again; .u
That thought WIENER hear your naU-'
Is like q wild and raging fame
Within my heart and braia;
But none, save tn e shall ever know
The secretof my living wo.
Otb " VIC SuuSSb9 HVls uAnS9
Our spirits trysting hour,
Iwander to commune with thee
Beneath the wildwood bower;
! And Ger me there thy tones of love, Us
Like the low tone ola dove
Steals with soothing power;
IT'S gone--my voice n anguish cOh
/ But silence on the desert falls
/ gaze on yon sweet moon as erst
We gazed on hat dear night
When our deep parting VOWS we're said
Beneath its mournful light; Y
And thenwit.r tones, low sweet and clear,
Thou breathest ii my ravished ear
And rissst on my sight
Icah thee, but the woods around
With mOckin voice repeat the sound,
look on each memento dear &
The trees, the flower, the ring,
And these Thy sweet and gentle form
Back to my spiri brings
= seem to live past raptures Ger,
Our hands, our hearts our lips once more.
II
In one wild pressure cling
1t fades, / mourn the vision hown
And start to find myself alone.
4 look upon thy pictured face
Till from my straining eyes
l ~ soul steals put g aniaaate
a The sweet bnt lifelesa dyes,
# The dark eyes wake, The dear lips speak,
j Their breath Is warm upon my cheeks
clasp tie living prize;
A as! wake 70 cold despair,
i There is but painted moelsery there.
ny youth i vanished from my life,
ndahl I feel thatnow
The lines of manhoods fading prime
Il Are deepehing on nv browie
) Mysli.e.is init evening shades,
And soon It's last pale flowers win fade
Uponthe whitening
Alasl alasg thai should BE
So fleeing and not past wii iheei
Farewell, our dreams are idle now.
Ard tears are ialer yet
Blu 90 BENEFIT the midnight moon
ny eyelids still are wet;
0h, could bear lies every grei,
l shade IL cloud, ils withered leaf
SUI iar darkened set
Could but nov that We night lovs
A. now a .hat brigh world above.
Farewell farewe lyon gentle star
pure bfleht theer
Hpt d. de cloud near moves
The ype. alas. ol nei
4 LEnn the hlna haen1ana the cloud vii 90.