The Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Ohio) 1863-1886, 1865-06-08
rAai Rowland,s Ghost.

Which Of us slnhed, Was it you that yielded,
i or1that tempted, or both that fell 4 i.l.. .Hl
sAlasl tho regret Is with each aswell, g.., ;. .
Bat you are abhorred, and am shielded
Folks look down upon you with scorning;
The bonnets and beavers nod to mo;
Last night we were friendly as wu could be-
But / do not know you at all this niorning
Did you blush as coldiycut you to-day,
Having sued and cozzened so close beforef
Il have used, and need you, my sweet no more,
For Ihave my purpose, and you your way.
Npained you last night when spoke of goli
And you hid your tears on my breast, Think
While gayly jested, and badO you drink;
You will love IL, my sprightly one, yoube oldi
You are pretty, indeed and may mary you knowl
There's fellow-a shoemaker-did you not state
Who used at the shop.door of nights to wait,
And follow you home with his cheeks ogcw o
II think she loved you, IL such folks can,
But you saw my gold seals as smiled and spoke
Did You say that the clowns soft heart was broke
pshaw did nothing to gricve the man.
Only the Blue eyes kissed 6s yOnr curl,
Only the little feet under yoIrgovn, ..-,
Only the full arms bare and brown
I saw as said: 81 must know that gEsl."
Did you dream of weddings with chldreA fraughti
All! not all theiittle ones know their sires,
Did you readin my face tho wild desires,
Though yours were as pure as q baby 3 thought.
Igave you presents-trihes and rings
And yonr fingers 'trembled the gold beneath;
,Hpraised your rich color and beautiful teeth;
Perhaps ysu believed the ridiculous things
IwolSe the woman within the child
How you lay IN my arms with your lips afame,
Never dreaming such passion led to shame,
ShoNyour bosom was high with its hcayngs wild.
Whispered the mysteries dimly known
Your face lay burning on mine the while,
And spoke of Haidcesi in far off isle, .''.
And of hearts that beat for each other alone.
They boiledSour Blood till your springs were dry;
They brought you delirotrs dreams by night;
And your fithers hearth, in old days so bright,
Grew cold and mean inyour scomful eye.
Men were not the beings they Gscfto seem,
Nor purity pleasure, nor love truth, ,.-.
Nor labor honor, nor glory youth,
Nor sin the terror that young hearts deem.
You have not forgotten-ol ifyon might
The walk In the wind when the leaves blew by,
And few pale starets pecped from the sky,
And the shop windows garc6 with grnning light.
You were walking with he,to the gravemy dear,
And the door that shut was your coffin lid;
And when in the lazar-place we hid
The carved couch was your shroud and bler
Kevor again in the twilight sweet,
Shall the old, old peace to yourblue eye coIhe;
Nor IN the calm evenings wldering hum
Your step ring as musical down the street.
But what ofit dil ? Iknow that YOU wept
And spoke Of your mother with bitterness
And said that you feared that night to press
Your brothers cheek ere he fondly slept.
Pshi Somebody else wodla RS much have done,
And snlledatthe triumph, as at rhlnc;
When tell 1t so gleeiuy ever my wine;
Ana the boys say, in short, it was wonderful flhi
wish that the deuced thing would not recall,
When sit at midnight beside my bed;
And fancy hear light footstep tread
Downthes stilly floor of my lonesome hall
Your face very pale, AMI spectral fits .,.....
Down the aslcs OF my fancy, Ah6 somehow glides
ON the lofty hopes ofmy even tides;
lmnstdrnk some pale sherry to mehdmy wits
Zoupdsl Youtrouble me still; Eureka, here's gold
And the Treasury note will buy ribbons and dress
| must write you letter of tenderness
That will settle the matter for new and oldi
However that girls face around me roamsl
My knees are trembling, my voice is thick;
How blue climbs the flame on the candle wickg
God pity US bothin our haunted homes