Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1873-07-17
Apnetiesl Cnutrihntinn.


We have received from some kind and
industrious hand beautiful poem of four
hundred lines, with request that we pub
lish it in our Sunday issue. Regreuing that
ours is not an eight page paper, SO that we
might publish the poem entire in q single
issue, we has en- 10 lay before our readers
sample verses, culled here and there, our
principal reason for not waiting until Sun
day being lively fear that some wretch
will purloin the poem, in which case we
would mourn as those without hope.
The poem Is divided into two parts
the first OF which contains twenty
five versus, deyotee to an expression
of the gloomy, respondent feel
ings which pervade the bosom of "Willie,"
the hero, because his sweetness, "Bessie"
has recoilad on him. In the first Vers 0
"Will.e" tells us that.
My peace is gone,
My love is DER,
My rosy morn,
' .l Shall dawn no more.
IN the third verse we are told why his
'peace is gone"
Ny heart is brok'n,
Bessie love;
- My doom is spok'n,
The fourth, eighth and sixteenth verses
are repetitioDs of the first, so that the read
er is thoroughly impressed with the con-
viction that the "peace" of the writer is
really "gone." We experience some diff
Guilty in understanding why this should be
so, since we are told that he didn't marry
the girl.
In the ninth aud tenth verses, we have a
series of conundrums propounded and sat
isfactorily answered, thus:A
Do the stars rise?
Doth the sun shine
In the soft skies,
Or the Heav'ns line?
No, my suns set,
My stars are gone
My brains beset,
In youths bright dawn.
In the fourteenth verse, Willie makes an
allusion TO his maternal ancestor sufficient
ly touching to bring tears to the eyes of a
clam:
No Joy, Mother,
Can thy boy own,
Since to mother
World, thou hast flown.
The nineteeuth verse is somewhat per-
picking:
The dewy tears
l oft did shed;
In those long years
oft, oft read.
The reader pays his money and takes
his choice as to whether it was ''the dewy
tears" o! ethose long years." which were
so ''oft, oft read" by the heart-broken poet.
But we gladly turn from these gloomy
reflections, to consider part second of this
beautiful poem.
A careful perusal of the twenty-five
verses which make up apart second,n con-
vinces us that since the time alluded to in
'tpart first" Willie has struck oil, drawn 2
prize in the Louisville lottery, or has had an
uncle to die and leave him stamps, for now
his "Bessie" smiles; all is lovely, and the
goose hangs high. Verses one, two and
three launch out in this cheerful vein:
how're the sweet hours
When lovers meet,
'MOng the flowers
Fragrant and sweet.
The fair sky's blue,
The Heavens re light,
And the fOw'rs' hue
Are lovely bright.
Among the bow'rs,
Bessie's sweet, fair,
Among the how'rs,
Waiting one there.
And as she waits, she says:
'Why comes he not
My love sincere;
My hearts DER fraught
With love, sweet DEAR"
"Ab, ev'ry thought
Belongs to thee!
All, tarry not,
But fly to me-"
Willie happened to be in the woods pick
ing blackberries, and overheard her talking
Now forth came /,
Ne, she did take
For him surely,
All, sweet mistakei
Toher bosom
She did me grasp,
AS the blossom
That oft is clasp.
All, could lie
On her soft breast!
All, ecstacyi
That were sweet rest.
saw her cheek,
breath'd pray'r,
l tried to speak,
chok' d in despair.
The words 81 saw her Cheek" tue prsc-
tical reader will doubtless consider some
what superfuous, as, from the position the
parties occupied at the time, Willie was
sufficiently near to have even seen how her
back hair wa fastened on, if he had desired.
Then the poet deVotes dozen verses or
so TO telling show he told his love-" wind
ing up with:
Lovely replied she;
"I-lOve-love-thee