Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1875-09-23
sister and Lover.

&c ,OOk not, linger not, IL you see
NV love in the woods is waiting for me !:
He will stand by the stem of the oak
tree old,
Where first his love in my ear he told. "
She charged me thus, and l gave my
word
Listen, was that his footstep stirred?-
Yet fain would sec but his figure dim,
For know she will crave for news of
him.
.sLook not, finger not, if perchance
He should turn to you curious glance
For in the twilight of thickset pine
He will think any maiden form is
mine"
Before he saw me, promised to flee
Look. he is standing beneath the tree.-
But would she he glad if came away
With naught of her loves fair face TO
say?
ssI,ook not, linger not, if he spy
And chase you, speedy of loot ana eye
For when YOU turn from the shade OF
the trees,
He will grieve that it be not my face he
Sees"
And haplv now is the time to flee
See. he has turned, and is coming to
mel
But now if he caught me with flushed
cheeks red,
,TwouId seem as for bashful love fled.
sI,ook not, linger not, if he haste
And catch and question you on the
waste;
For little to talk with you cares he.
But to ask how long he must wait for
me-"
When he sees not her, he will turn
away.
But perhaps some message he has to say
And if he he eager to ask of her, >
Cruel 'twould be ere he come to stir.
'sLook not, linger not, if he gaze.
Into your eyes with his bright eyes
blaze:
He will only seek in their lustre clear
The look of the sisters eyes more dear. "
But now he has set his hand in mime
How bright in my eyes his brown eyes
shine,
But l can not gaze in their depths ;
they seem
With more than questioning love to
CLEAN.
sI.ook not, linger not, if he seek
To know of your life from week to
week;
For he only cares of you this to know,
Where with YOU sister, and when, you
gO?"
I can not 90, for he holds nv hand.
His clasp is rs hot as a burning brand ;
His voice is low, and scarce can hear
What it is he whispers in my ear.
"I.ook not, linger not, if he speak:
Ofhis heart with love that's ready to
break;
IT is but message he would send
To his own dear love by 4 trusty friend" 7"
ssI love YOU, dearest" he murmurs low.
He does not say '"rel your sister so."
But if his message be for her ear,
must stay the end of his tale to hear.
sIook not, linger not, if he clasp
Your waist with tender, loving grasp
1t is but as he should say, Like this,
Give your sister from me a kiss.
How can I flee, so closely pressed q
How sweet it is in his arms to rest!-
How can turn me away, or speak,
While his kisses shower on my lips and
cheek?
sLook not, linger not, if he say,
sCruel YOU are to hurry aWayi
For when his sun is hid from his sight,
You may seem as the moon to reflect my
light"
But In vain cry to him, "Let me go.
How sweet to be held in his strong arms
And in vain l struggle and strive to
speak,
.oFhose kisses should be for my sisters
cheek"
'I .ook not, linger not, haste again,
That his words may comfort my waiting
pain;
And tie world shall know by me and
you
That the trustiest friend is a sister
true"
But he says, "Oh, your sister fair may
be,
Rut Won. love. are all the world to me. y
If he love me so, am | faithless-nay,
If he love not her-yet while to stay
IF. w. BoURDILLoN, in Hdrper's Mdgd-
zine for October.