Civilian & telegraph. [volume] (Cumberland, Md.) 1859-1875, 1862-01-09
ALONE, Ca Midnight Reveric.)

1 am alone to night,
Nay not alone,
For thou, beloved, art with me.
Did / dream?
Methought thy warm breath kissed my fe'
versd brow,
Methought thou stood'st reclining at my side
Thy circlng arm reposing on my own,
AS when, into my hungry ear, thy whisper
Poured its rich tribute of confd:ng love.
The pen wherewith fashioned vagran'
thought -. HsH .
Dropped from my fingers. All unconseiously
l turned to meet the soul-light of thine eyes
To feel the warmth of thy endearing smile
To grasp the hand whose touch, in answer
ing touch,
Signaled whole volumes of unfaltcring Trust!
All me twas but dream Thou art not
here!
No eyes like stars meet my imploring glance,
No smile, like sunshine, bathes me in its
beauty
No touch responsive thrills. 1 am alone
Alone! how sorrowful to be alone!
I never knew, beloved, till thou vast taken,
The meaning of that bitter word, alone
I feel it now in all its bitter desolation
What time l stood beside thine open grave
And heard the clods fall jarrngly and heavy,
| Upon thy coflin-lid, my Beautiful,
Oh, then my heart within, with sudden bound,
| Seemed to leap from my body and stretch
Its yearning arms toward thy enshrouded
form, .- ...
And take its place beside thee There it Law.
Clasping thee in its grasp of passionate grief:
1t would not be divorced, mot cen by Death
For when turned me with the parting crowd
1t nestled closer to thy cold, cold clay,
The living with the dead. Il lies there stiH'
Leaving me desoate in the world,-Alonel
Nay let me chide this sudden burst Of sorrow,
1t is not we'll to be betrayed by passion
Into this wild forgetfulness of reason,
Twas but what seemed thyself that day we
buried,
And It's not wise to speak thus of the dead
Whom Christ has taken. Thou art liuing still;
Oh, my own Love, art thou not with mo
now?
Looking upon my midnight hour of grief
With eyes compassionate Pit may be, won
dering
That this poor heart will not be comforted,
And longing to uplift the darkencd curtain
That wells thee from my vision? I, alone :?
Thy spirit still holds fellowship with mine :.
talk with thee, and fEd my woe assuaged;
Find something soothing in these hours of
silence,
When thou and sit talking thus together
In sweet soul-converse, while the world is
dark.
For thou. mine mart perpetual presence
About my pathway. In my restless dreams
Thou cemest to soothc the weary hours of
night;
And when the cheerful Sun looks through
my curtains,
His first beams light my soul to thoughts of
And of thy Home, where Day all glorious
reigns
And Night holds no dominion. Nor alone
Nay, thou art aoith me. lam not alone.
have no picture of thee, dear departed,
/ have No picture Of thee-it is we'll
No artist skill could paint thee. Not the Sun
Himself could catch the life of thy sweet
face, s.-.-... .r... ...
And it would mar my joy to look upon
A blank, expressionless, and fading toy,
And call it by thy name. Yes, have pictures
Hung in the deathless Hall of Memory,
Which Time can never DIM In rarcst Frame
These pictures al stand out before my vision,
And bless me with their beauty. Girlhood's
smile,
Which won my love, and woman's gentle
bearing, ... .s. e.
Which left its impress on my ruder nature,
And fashioned me to sweet companionship
With thee, whose heart was full of tender |
grace, @ EH.
As flowers of Spring are full of sweet per-
fume.
Oh, these are pictures which can never fade!-
l look upon them till my tears are kindlsd
Into blaze Of joy, and forget ..-
The 'wildering sorrow Of our separation
III blissful recollection that to me
Was given a love so rare and excellent.
Still other pictures linger round my path,
Thine eyss-are they not glancing upward /
daily, Hs.t af ia LE I
,et meath the sunny curls Of a sweet face!
Fair as its mothers. Thy expressive smile
s 1t not left upon thy childrsn's features
still to illumine my soul in hours Of sadness,
and bathe me in the warmth Of my sweet
)h yes,-at morn, at noon, at eve, at night,
;ome trait, ssme ssmblanee, of the dear de-
parted, sa ea - - NtV
Breaks into life before me. They are here
Standing beside me,-motherless, alas! i
ylaiming intenser love since thou art gone
Zach motion speaks Of thee and Of thy beauty,