The Trinity times., 1855-03-10
The Deserted.

me deserted.
Why didst thou leave me thus Had me-
mory
No chain to bind thee to me lone and wrecked
In spirit as ann Was there no spell
Of power in my deep, yearning love, to stir
The sleeping fountain of thy soul, and keep
My image trembling there? Is there no
charm
In strong and high devotion such as mine
TO win thee 10 my side once more? Must
BE cast forever off for brighter forms
And gayer smilesl Alas love thee still.
Love will not, cannot perish in my heart
Twill linger there forever. Even now
In our own dear, sweet sunset time, the hour
OF PASSIONS unlorgottcn tryst, hush
The raging tumult of my soul, and still
The fierce strife in my lonely breast, where
pride
Is fiercely struggling for control. Each hue
OF purple, gold and crimson that flIts DER
The western sky, recalls some by-gone Joy,
That we have shared together, and my soul
Is loves and memory's.
As here sit
In loneliness, the thought comes DER my
heart
How side by side, in moonlight ewes, while
The rose winged hours we're fitting by, we
Beside that clear and gently-murmuriug
fount
O'erhung with wild and blooming vim ;, and
felt
The spirit Of holy love bedew
Our hearts own budding blossoms. There
drank
The wild, o'ermasterirg tide of ,loquence
That flowed from thy o'erwrought and burn>
ing soul
There thou ddst twine a wreath of sweet st
flowers
To shine amid my dark brown locks, and now
Beside me lies bud, the little bud
Thou gav'st me in the glad, bright summer
time,
Telling me Y was the emblem of a hope
That soon would burst to glorious life within
Our spirits garden. The poor fragile bud
Is now all pale and withered, and the hope
Is faded in my lonely breast, and cast
Forever forth from thine.
They tell me, too,
My brow and check are very pale.-Alas!
There is no more spirit fire within
TO heht it with the oden glow. Lies
dreams
And visions all haze died within my aoul,
And am sad, and lone, and desolate;
And vet at times, when behold thee near,
A something like the dear old feeling sirs
Within my breast, and wak""' nom lhe
tomb
OF wlthered memories, one pale, pale rose,
To bloom a moment there, and cast around
Its sweet and gentle fragrance, but anon
1t vanishes away, as if it were
a mockery, the spectre OF flower.
/ qucil my struggling sghs aud wear smile;
But, all that smile, more eloquent than
oighs,
Tells Of broken heart.
'1's said that thou
Dost ever shine the gayest mid the gay,
That loudest rings thy laugh in festive halls,
That in the dance, with lips all wreathed in
smiles,
Thou whispercst loves delicious batteries
And if ny name is spoken light sneer
Ia all thy comment. Yet, proud man, !
know
Beneath thy hollow mask of recklessness
Thy conscious heart stlIl beats as true TO me
As in the happy ewes long past. hh once
IN nights still hour, when | went forth to
weep
Beneath our iavorite tree, whose giant arms
Seemed stretched out to protect the lonely
girl,
| marked a figure stealing thence away,
Aud my poor heart beat quick for ola ]
saw.
DESPITE the closely muilled COAX, twas thou.
Then, then knew that thou IN secrecy
llads sought that spot, like ue, to muse and
weep
O'cr blghted memories. Thou art, like me,
In heart mourner. In thy solitude,
When mortal eyes behold thee not, wild
sighs
Conyuse thy bosom, and thy hot tears fall
Like burning rain. Oh ! It was thy hand
that dealt
The blow to both our hearts. well could
bear
My own fierce sbHerings, but thus to feel
That thou, in all thy manhood's glorious
strength,
Dost bear deep and yoiceess agony,
Lies on my spirit with the dull, cold weight
OF death. | see thee in my tortured dreams,
And ever with a smile upon thy lip.
But a keen arrow quivering deep within
Thy throbbng, bleeding heart. Go, thou
may'st wed
Another but beside the altar dark
My mournlul form Will stand, and when thou
seer.
The wreath Of orange blossoms on her brow,
Oh. it will seem fiery scorpion cOiled
Wildly around thine own.
Pm DYING now;
Life's sands are falling fast. the silver cord
Is loosed and broken, and the golden bowl
Is shattered at the fouut. hly sun has set,
And dismal clouds hang DER me , but alar
| see the glorious realm Of Paradise,
And by It's cOoIne ioUntains and beneath
It, holy shades oi palm, my soul will wash
Away its earthly stains aud learn to dream
OF heavenly JOYS. Farewell desplte thy
cold
Desertion, will leave my angel home,
Each gentle eve, at our own hour Of tpst,