The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1866-02-05

Last night tossed upon my bed.
Because knew that she was dead
The curtains were white the pane was blue,
The moon peeped through,
And its eye WAS red
II would that my love were awake - said.
Then rose and the silver censor lit,
And over the rushes slightly slept,
Crept 10 the door and opened II,
And entered the room where my lady slept
Aud the censor threw glamour grey
Over the bed on which she lay,
And sparkled on her golden halr,
Smiled on her lip and melted there,
And shuddered because she looked so fair;
For the curtains were white and the pane was
blue,
Aud the moon looked through,
And its eye was red.
I" I will hold Ler hand and think, said.
III.
And at first could not think NJ NIL,
Because her hand was so thin and cold
The grey light tlickered along the wall,
And l seemed 10 be growing Old;
looked in her face ana could not weep,
l bated the sound of my own deep breath,
Lest ii should startle her from the sleep
That seemed 100 sweet and mild for death.
heard the far.oG clock intone,
So sloWly--so slowly
Afar across the courts of stone,
The black hound shook his chain with moan,
AS the village clock chimed slowly-slowly-
slowly.
prayed that she might rise in bed,
And smile and say one little word.
- ! long 10 see her eyes, sud,
should have slTiekcd If she had stirred
! never sinned against thee, Sweet.
And yet last night, when none could SEQ
I knew not-but from head TO feet,
seemed one scar Of iniamY;
Perhaps because tn fingers light
! held had grown so wan and white;
pnrh1nS hpp3nsa looked
With The thin grey light i'll your golden hair,
You were warm and ! was cold,
Yet YOU loved me- little one, l knew
I could not lritle--I was old
! was wiser, carefullcr than YOU;
| liked my horse, ] liked my hound
/ liked 10 hear the trumpet sound,
over my wine / like 10 chat,
But sobrrly, for l had n mind;
You wanted that, and only that;
You We're as light as is the wind.
At Times, know, il fretted me
To chide thee mildly, now and then
No fault Of Inine--no blame to thee
Women are women, men are men.
At first you smiled 10 see me frOwn,
And, laughing, lcap'd upon my knee,
And kissed the Gliding shadow down,
And slnoothed my great beard merrily;
But then a change came Yer you, Sweet
You walked about with penSiye head:
You tried 10 read, and as you read
PatIed your small, impatient feet
"She Is wiser now - / smiling said
Aud ere doubted, you were dead.
All this came back upon my brain,
While ] sat alone al your white bedside,
And remembered III my pain
Those words you spoke before You died
For around my neck your arms you flung,
And smiled so sweet, though death was near
IL was so foolish and young
And yet loved thee! kiss me dear. =
put aside your golden hair,
And kissed you, and you went to sleep;
And when saw that death was there,
My grief was cold, could not weep;
And late last night when you Were dead,
did not weep beside your bed,
For the curtains were white, and the pane was
blue,
And the moon looked through,
And lis eye was red
How coldly she lies" l said
Then loud, so loud, before kntAy,
The grey and black cock screamed and crew,
And heard the far off bells intone,
So slowly--so slowly
The black hound barked and rose with
As the village bells chimed slowly-slowly-
slowly.
l dropped the hand so cold and thin,
gazed, and Your face seemed still and wise,
And saw the damp, dull dawn stare III,
Like a dim drowned face with oozy eyes
And opened the lattice quietly,
And the cold, wet air came in on me,
And plucked two roses, white and red,
Stole again 10 the side of your bed,
Raised the edge of your winding fold,
Dropped the roses upon your breast,
Covered them up in the balmy cold,
That none might know-and there they rest
And out At the castle gate crept
into the woods, and then-I wept!
bni to-day they carried you from here,
aha l followed your coffin with fearless .
! IVY anew not about the roses, DEAR
"ouio not have them think mo weak.
VII.
nna am weary on my bed.
because know you are cold md da.a
WIZ see see you lie In darkness, Sweet
The d,n. a osse under your winding sheet:
And am Sao,i nig hts are dreary and cold
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