The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1878-11-06
INTERPOLATION.
BI GEORGE ARNOLD.

!
| given her back the ring!
Have YOU tried TO forget the haunting songs
that you loved TO hear her sing
/ Have you cured the day when fret YOU met,
| thanked God that you we're free,
And said in your inmost heart, rs you thought,
"sbe never was dtar to me-"
Yos hsv. east her of your pride is touched ;
you fancy that all is done;
| That for you the earth is bright again, and
brsvely shines the sun;
You have washed your hands OF passion you
/ have whstied her down thu wind
Oh, Tom, old friend, this goes before, the sharp
est comes behind
Yes the ,harpcst 10 yet to come, for Love Is q
plant that never dies;
Its roots are deep the earth ITSELF its branch
&c wide rs the skies,
And wherever snce il has taken hold II Hour
ithes evermore.
Blo,,omins ,ull and hearing its beautiful fruit
with Its bitter core.
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Yoa will learn this, Tom, hereafter, wh.n an
ger has cooled. and you
Have time for introspeetion; you will Ind my
word. are true:
You will lit and gaze in your fire alone, and
fanny that you can sec
Her face wish Its classic oval, her ringlets Tut
tsring tree
Her soft blue eyes wide opened, her sweet red
lips apart,
A, she .,sd t. look in the golden days, whom
you dreamed she had q heart;
Whatever you 90, wherever YOU Turn, you will
see that glorious face
Gene with shadOwy beauty. to haunt all time
and space;
Those songs you wrote for her sin giug will sing
themselves into your brain
Till your life seems set to their rhythm, and
Your thong hts TO their refrain
Their old, old burden of love and grief-the
passion you have forsworn-.
tell you. Tom, it is not thrown 81 so well as
you think, this morn!
Ill.
But the worst, perhaps the worst Of all, will
be when the day has flown,
When darkness favsrs reflection, and your
comrades leave you alone;
Ieu will try to sleep, but the memories Of I'M
forgotten years
Will come with 4 storm Of wild regret-may-
hap with y storm OF tears
Each look, each word, each playful tone, each
timid little caress,
The golden CLEAN of her ringlets the rustling
Of her dress,
The delicate touch Of her un gloved hand, that
woke such an exquisite thrill,
The Covers she gave you, the night sfthe ball
An ,ho.c IN com. in yop ,lumber uo,p nm,
by sheer despair,
And then you will hear vague echoes Of song
on the darkened air
Vague echoes, rising and falling, of the voice !
you know so well,
Like the songs that were sung by the Lurlie |
maids, sweet with q deadly spell
Nv.
Tn d,oans bsr hear, x;u ev., AGAIN n. xours
AMI ,on ill a..
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bor - 80 49,, ~ "
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with n. f,S;,s. Tons
y,u xoLn o, sd w., .I..n ,b. thin aud .r,,v
81 -.
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,hc s,s,v ri,,h, r;rd horn
WIN .,su an ipon-,oprn.I a.,,oD,s xo;eo
.rchi,- ,omr ref 80 sso,n ''''''
m Tom On saw i ia over--yop t,L If Lat
Do you think tina, Loves mighty snirit, then,
il held by surh trih;ng things?
40: III yru once have truly loved, you will
stiil IGv. on.) know
ril the ehureh-yard myrtles bl.,scm above,
and you lie mute below!
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n an, en- w. IA. lovo5 and los, nm ...,h
do Ven think thew aiIl st,II he S.arS
hall xc Iiye The live. 81, might bava Id
shall ,bo., no are .eysT.d row
2.meuber the nledp. of a lo,,r ,nber. and
re,eu IN. broken VOW -"N
4 almost drive, me Will uheu I think of IN.
lin. ". tbrow awav
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and vine for ave,
,pt ,h,n AGAIN. Ills n miyhtv ioy-,ra.,er
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"a ,ru,, that The par,ed NAV some,;me u..,-
thai ali NAV again be wclI.
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