Helena weekly herald. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1867-1900, 1875-12-02
ANNIE LEE.
bl GOLOAEL. JOHN A. .k)YCE.

The facss sf this poetic story from actual lite
fsiated to the antsr many years ago by relative Of
"Annie Lee" whose father wrecker on the NOrtl
Atlantic coast The Sailor Boy, Lover and Maniac
long since passed over the river of time
Resting on crsg, gaze upon the deep,
While ocean zephyrs lnll the waves to sleep,
And wild birds screaming III their hOmeWArd flight
Hasten the shadows OF returning night.
The sun il sinking in the lonely wave,
The cricket chrps beside the grass grown grave,
The harvest moon is rising inLO view,
Sad and alone, I'm thinking dear Of you.
Your bark s bounding 0 er the deep blue sea-
Your heart IL thinking DOW OF home and me,
While fairy messengers impart the charm
That God will watch ard save you from all harm.
The winds are up and lash the ocean wild,
The sky has changed; and storm clouds are piled
Upon the bosom OF the rolling sea,
That chants a requiem back 10 Annie Lee.
My heart s sinking like the sun at rest
Whose light IL smOthcred in the distant West;
Yet hope is prompt and tondly turns to say
The darkest night brings i'll the brightest day.
Wait Til the morning when the sunlight breaks
Upon the tide, where Orion shakes
His glory on the world; in peace and love
Thy soul shall bask in glory from above.
Sleep, lovely Annie dream Of Harry Moore
Who wanders lonely on foreign shore,
And sends across the deep a phantom sigh,
Still sounding in thy soul his last gOOd-bye;
As on the beach he clarped your angel torn
Before he launched alone to wave and storm
Ten years roll by, and Annie waits true
For him who wanders Ger the ocean blue;
And in her heart the light OF love still glows
For Harry Moore, who, lost to friends and foes
Long since Dame Rumor buried down at sea,
Only thought OF now by darling Annie Lee;
Who, through the creeping years. would weep and kg
At sunset hour upon that mountain crsg
Where last she saw that ship that held her pride,
Vanish like dream upon the bounding tide.
4 parents opportunities at last prevailed,
And ANNIE q BRIDE in heart bewailed
The hour that tied the silver knot in haste
Upon q soul repentant, like . waste
Where sun and sand shine out against the eky
And only one green spot in memory nigh.
Arrayed In spOtlees wAite, fair Annie stood
With Charlie Cooper, innocent and good,
Whose heartfelt hutter rose in love and life
With Annie Lee, the beauty, bride and wife,
No! not wife TO him. The parson lust began
The marriage service, when, strange and alone, man
Stepped Oh the ecene, claimed aloud-and swore
That Annie Lee was wife to Harry Moore;
Who, then and there, produced the legal prize
That ten long years he'd worn In foreign skies;
That voice aud parchment brought to Anne's mind
The fondest mortal, always true and KIND.
She ralsed her eyes; with outstretched che cw
To Harry Moore, who clasped her form anew,
And kissed the lovely lips of Annie Lee,
Who only Knocked the marriage-but to see
How fate would end the troubles and the strife,
OF one who knew herself loving wife,
And placed beneath her belt in secret JOY
A dagger sharp, and keeny to destroy
The heart and soul that loved sailor boy.
Charley Cooper gazed in wild alarm,
With bounding steps he rushed into the storm,
And left the cot where oft the fires of love
Shone on his soul like glory from above
Throughout the night he wandered far and wide,
A raving maniac with phantom bride,
That lured him to the top of Ocean Cave,
And, leaping high in air, sank meath the wave
That wrapped him in lonely, wat'ry grave
Annie Lee would often stroll upon the strand
With Charley Moore and Harry, hand-in-iiand,
And to her budding boy would tell how-long ago
The ocean drank poor Cooper and his woe.
Fifty years have passed. and yet is seen
The tragic rock, with living forests green
Mantng its head and sighng to the wave
That huns a requiem DER Cooper's grave.
And IA the stranger wanders to the spot
Where love once nestled in the glowing cot,
The broken hearthstOne only meets the view,
And tangled wild weeds minge with the few
Sad relics that time and tide have set
On memory's altar-never to forget!
Two lonely graves upon the hill we meet,
The Fad sea signing loud, while at our feet
The blue bells peep in modest, radiant charm
The br:ar runs-negected is the form
Tha; once supported Harry Moore and Annie Lee.
Asleep in purest love down by the sounding sea: