The Huntington argus. [volume] (Huntington, W. Va.) 1872-1905, 1873-02-22
Written for the Huntington Argus.
ARRIZELLE.

beyond the seas;
Both our hearts were sad ard heavy--there was
none loved so well
As the dainty little maiden, lovely, sweet
voiced Article.
oh, that evening sad aud dreary, shall my
yearning heart forget
How those wistful eyes gazed on me? There is
living. even yet.
h'he sweet picture of the maiden, as the moon
light softly fell
Over all the childish beauty of my winsome
Arrizelle.
Farewell, sweet, do not forget me; promise
that you will be true
To the one who now is going DER the seas so
far from you.
Don't forget the vow that's plighted by the one
love so well;
And she answered, ever, Clarence, I'm your
faithful Arrizelle."
Well, left her where we parted. there beside
the wicket gate,
And turned and gared upon her, cursing then
my bitter fate
That had babe me 90 and leave b.r m, A..
phantom echoes fell
-" my '"it e"iuy repeating, "NeyeTmore,
sweet Arrizelle."
Then sat me, looking outward, far upon the
whitening spray
All my life was flowing backward, backward Tn
that happy day
When We wandered in the meadows. gathered
daisies in the dell,
Saw two faces in the brooklct-yours and mine.
sweet rrigelIe
There told the old, old story, of the love that
had borne
Through the years of changing shadows, even.
ing late and early morn;
And she whispered something to me-what il
was cannot tell,
Yet know that from that moment was han |
py, Arrizelle,
Needed 1 promise from her that she would /
be ever true?
Read l not the earnest answer in her eyes of
azure blue?
There were words she left unspoken. for she
loved me passing wen,
And tho wine of love was filing all the heart
of Article.
some require pledge, as token of the troth
more lightly won,
Whispered in the twilight shadows, but forgot
ten with the sun;
But wooed her not with riches, nor around
her east spell
Woven of a worldly motiye-only loved Ar
rizelle.
When kind fortune smiled upon me, though |
It's true, Ia older grown,
Vat L.. lin .I.g. a IL.
SO sad and lone
Even there, within the city where ten thou
sand accents fell
What were all these voices to me? Naught,
beside my Article.
When once more crossed the ocean. on the
desert sea Of foam,
soft heard the curlcw calling to the seas re-
sistIess moan;
had Baskets full Of jewels, treasures from the
old Seville,
And louged to see them blazing on the brow
of Arri1elle.
When l reached the land l fastened with
light heart Wild and free,
Needing not the cow.lip meadow, nor the
g. gnarled old Linden tree;
As king from conquered cities, had borne
my laurels well,
Proud to know that l would share them with
my own pure Article.
Quickly passed / through the garden that /
know well Of yore,
And old Tray came bounding to me from tho
steps beside the door;
But knew by his mute gestures. and the toll
ing Of the bell
That came butte the burial Of my bonnv Ar
ri1ele.
swift a. a stag bounded forward through the
parlor, through the hall
Not voice was waited to me; heard not
foot.tep fall.
There, before me, in caskct, was tho one
loved 70 we'll
BOT a word Of welcome for me-.be wa dead
my ArrizeIlci
j. i'your watching for me? !. tbi. looking
out for me9
Did you knoe that vas coming 10 the old
path BY The ,eag
%. lily briie' OBJ. gentle one' is this the way to
tell
All The welcome Of your pulse. when you greet
iae, ArrileIle?
rsint the perfume Of tub.r,.cs scented OIL the
Dir around
Mingled with The gentle oiar. Of the violets
gently bound