Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1870-07-28
CATER Many Days"

| In autumn's silent twilight, sad and sweet,
| O love, no longer mine, stand:
Listening seem to hear dear phantom feet
Pass by me down the golden, wave-worn strand
I think Of things that were and things that be,
1 hear the low seft ripples of the sea
That to my thoughts responsive music beat
My heart is very sad tonight, and chill,
But hush'd in awe, as his who turns and feels
A mournful rapture through his being thrill,
When music, sweet and slumb'rous, softly steals
Down the deep calm of some cathedral nave;
| Then swells and throbs and breaks as does wave,
And slowly GIBBS, and all again is still.
And is it only five years since, o love,
That we in this old place stood side by side,
Where in the twilight once again move!
Is this the same shore, washed by the same tide
| My heart recalls the past little space,
The sweetest and the irrevocable days;
knew not then how bitter life might prove.
loved you then, and shall love till die;
Your way of life is fair, it should be so,
And am glad, though in dark years gone by
Hard thoughts of you had but now know
A fairer and a softer path was meet
For treading Of your dainty maiden feet;
The twilight, like sleep, ereeps on the day,
And like dark dreams the night creeps on that
sleep;
If you should come again in the old way,
And look from pensive, tender eyes and deep
Upon me, as you look'd in days of old
If my hand should again of yours take hold,
How should feel and what thing should say :?
All, sweet days flown shall never come again,
That happy summer time shall not return
When we two stood beside the peaceful main,
And saw at eve the rising pillows yearn
With passion to the moon, and heard afar,
Across the waves, and meath the first waIm star,
From ships at sea some sweet Remembered strain.
1 can recall the day when first we met,
And how the burning summer sunlight fell
Across the sea nor, love, do L forget
How, underneath that summer noontide spell,
We saw afar the white said vessels glide
AS phantom ships upon the waveless tide,
Whose shining calm no breezes come to fret.
And shall blame you, sweet, because you chose
softer path of life than mine could be?
keep our secret here, and no man knows
What pass'd five years ago, 'twixt you and ME
Two loves begotten at the self same time,
When that gold summer tide was in its prime
One love lives yet, and one died with the rose.
l work and live and take mr. .~-.ia lungs,
And So my SUES nom day to day;
Frmtless the summers, seedless all the springs,
To him who feels December one with May;
The night is not more drearv than the sun.
Nor sadderis the twilight dim and dun,
Than dawn that, still returning shines and sings.
shades,
To the white waters edge the wind means down
The tapping tide steals on, while daylight fades,
And fills the caves with shells and seaweed brown,
All, wild sea-beaten coast, more dear to me
Than fairest scenes of that fair land could be
Where warm Italian suns steep happy glades!
FAREWELL familiar scene for 1 ascend
The jagged path that led me to the shore
Farewell to cliff cave, inlet-each a friend:
My parting steps shall visit ye no more:
Dear are ye all when soft light steals through
gloom,
Here had my joy its birth-here found its tomb
Here love began, and here one love had end
Philip Bourke lfarSt0n, in C0rnhiH lEagQeine.