The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1874-09-15

y dame with locks OF snow
IN trim black, trussed and bodied,
With petticoat OF red,
And on her bosom modest
a keTchief white bespread.
Alas! the breast that heRyeS below
Is shriveled now and thin,
Though vestal thoughts as white as snow
Still palpitate within.
Her hands are mittened nicely,
And folded ON her knee:
Her liDS, that meet precisely,
Are moving quietly.
she listens, while the dreamy bells
Ger the dark flats intone-
NOW comes, now gone, in dying sweiiS
ihe Sabbath sounds are blown.
Her cheek a withered rose Is,
Her eye a violet dim;
Half in her chair she dOzeS,
And huns a happy hymn.
But soft what wonder makes her start
And lift her aged head,
While the faint flutterings of her heart
Just touch her cheek with red?
-Fhe latch clicks; through the gateway
An aged wight steps slow,
Then p3uSes, dofiing slraightway
His broad brlmmed gay chapeau.
swallow tailed coat Of blue so grand,
With buttons bright beside,
He wears, and ia his trembling hand
y uosegay, ribbon lied.
His thin old legs trip lightly
In breecheS OF nankeen,
His wrinkled face looks brightly,
80 rosy, fresh and clean:
For old he is and wrinkled plain,
With locks of golden gray,
and leaning on a taSSeled cane,
He hobbies on his way.
oh. sl5ylark, singing over
The silent mill hard by,
TO this so happy lover
Sing out with summer-cryi
Tie hears thee, though his blood Is cold,
She hears, though deaf and weak
She stands 10 greet him, as OF old,
a blush upon her cheek.
In spring time they were parted
BY some sad wind of woe;
E'OTlorn and broken -hearted
Each faltered long ago;
they parted half n century
Each took the path of pain
He lived bachelor, and she
Was never wOoed again.
Butwhen the summer ended,
When autumn, too, was dead,
When every vision splendid
Ofyouth and hope was fed,
Again those twain came face TO face
As in the long ago;
They met within a sunless place
In the season OF the snow.
"Ol, love IL ike the roses
Love comes and love must feel
Before the summer Oses
Loves rapture and loves glee"
Oh peacei for in the Garden there
He bows in raiment gay.
Doffs hat, and with cOurtly air
Presents his fond boquet.
One day in every seven,
While church bells softly ring,
The happy, silent heaven
Behosds the self-same thing;
The gay old boy within the gate,
With ribbons at his knee;-
when winter comes Is love too Later
%, Cupid, look and see.
Oh, talk not of loves rapture,
When youthful lovers kiss:
What mortal sight may capture
A scene so sweet as this?
Eeside her now he sits and CLOVIS,
While prim she sits, and proud.
Then. spectacles upon his nose,
Reads the week news aloud.
Pure, with no touch OF passion,
True. with no tinge ofpain;
Thus, in sweet Standardization,
They live their loves again.
She sees in him a happy boy
swift, agile, amorOuS-eyed:
de sees In her his own hearts JOY
Youth, hope, love, viyifed!
Content there he sits smoking
His long Dutch pipe OF wood;
Gossiping oft and joking,
AS gay lover should.
And oft, while there in company
They smile for loves swees sake,
Her snuff.b0x black she hands. and be
\ grave, deep pinch doth takel
There, gravely juvenescent,
In sober Sabbath Joy,
N1ingl ng the past and present.
They sit, maid and OOyl
sOh, love is like the Toses!' -Noi
Thou foolish singer, cease!
Love finds his Preside mid the snow,
And smokes the pipe of peace.