The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1878-05-19
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I'm the tren ches, Kennesaw Mountain, Georgia
June 20. 1854.

lin the trenches, Kennesaw Mountain Georgia.
June 20. 1891
1 sit by the door of my tent tonight,
Watching the drifting clouds
With which the MOON Ike trained coquette,
The light OF her beauty shrouds
The star-crossed banner floats DER my head
With listlesS, rustling sound,
And hear distinctly the sentinel's tread,
In the silence that reigns around.
I've been dreaming, my PRIDE of when last
weGmet-
or that long remembered night
When the pale stars shonc on IN uptufneo
SO tearfully sad and white.
You were wretched that night my peerless
one
Or at least you told me so
AS kissed the dews from your Slikeh hali,
And you wept that had to CO.
Remember, Love, how we stood that night
Meath the old oaks COlOnnade-
Tn a little spot where the moon looked thro'
The canopied arch OF shade
How your dueenly head on my breast was
How YOUR hands in mine were clasped,
And the love words you murmured were soft
and sweet
AS the summer winds that passed
How we spoke OF the time when we learned
Those long long summer hours,
or our whispered vows OF our tender trust
All never was love Ike ,, ours nIs 80 ,.st
How the waning night fled by SO last,
Bringing the hateful day,
'Till breathed my soul in one lingering kiss,
And wretchedly rode away
The moon Is shining as calmly now
AS 1t did that fatal night,
And meath the gloom OF forest trees
Makes patches Of silver light
have dreamed Of the past our early love
Till even the crisp night air
Is filled with the scent of the orange bloom
That was twined in your braided hair.
Again do hear, Enone Dear
In the swell OF these forest trees,
The grand old h,-mn of the ancestral oaks,
AS they rocked to the passing breeze;
Again do feel your soft hands clasp,
And your proud head on my breast,
As we stood together that summers night,
When your lips to mine were pressed.
But it's over now and the dream is gone
For you are anothers bride
And to talk Of love were wretched SIN,
shock to young wifes pride.
The few cold words that you sent me once
Are all that have to tell;
Why you broke the faith OF that plighted
Yet I've learned their lesson we'll
They tell me you looked like queen that
night,
As you murmured the marriage vow;
That the orange wreath Of your bridal veil
Looked sulied beside your brow;
They tell me your laughter WAS blithe and
That your step was light and proud,
And you lavished the smiles that once were
On senseless, flatterng crowd.
Did you think of the blossoms, oh, Faitbless
That you used to wear for me,
When your heart was as pure as that bridal
wreath
AS 1t never again can be
Did you think of the VOWS your lips once
framed
That syllabled wealth Of love-
Did you deem that maid with perIured
heart
AS a wife could faithful provef
Did you think of the tears which dimmed that
When your scarf for my sword you gave,
And / swore it should lead in the battles
shock,
The bravest of the brave?
That scarf is stepped in my own red blood,
Yet laugh In my bitter scorn,
To think how false Is the beautiful one
By whom 1t once was worn.
You have taught me the worth of woman's
word
The faith OF womans heart
That the tenderest tear that ever was shed
Is O. triumph Of woman's art
Pass on in your beauty but yet the thought
or our last-our first-caress;
Will cloud the light Of your sunniest smile
With the shadow Of wretchedness
Tomorrow, Enone, the gray pale morn
Will dawn on a field OF death,
And the starry cross that is dropping now
Will flap with the battles breath;
nj ,rrin H,rht fnr
their loves
But / with grim despair
For all that Is left me of all the past
Is only woman's hair"