The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1884-04-25
an OLD, OLD ST0RK

"A casual meetfng-one of merest chance;
An NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS., smile, dance;
Twas thus we met; and little dreamed snen
He would be more to me than otheF men:
OF course / thought him handsome, bright and
gay; -,
NV heart that might the future have re-
Was stiIied and sleeping, all its secrets sealed.
To meet SO coolly seems a mystery now;
To part so Rayly-ah, / wonder how!
TO clasp his hand, to lean upon his arm,
Yet no soft futterings fill me with alarm;
To stand beside him, close beside his heart,
Nor dream that of my own it formed part
Twas all so natural! oh, we little know
What fate was shaping out betwixt us two;
What each to each, what heart to heart might
What Should be to him-what he to me.
A moment when first had dared to feel
Emotions which my pride would fain conceal,
When sudden thoughts across my mind were
And sudden fl utterings made my heart beat
fast;
When fancies strange as sweet, and sweet as
strange,
Sought shy admittance, through my heart to
range.
o timid hopes, soft doubts and tender fearl
o coy concealment from the one most dear!
0 burning bushes that unbidden rise!
% faltering tongue. and traitorous tel-tale
eyes!
O sweet anxiety, and pleasing pain,
To lOve-to love; and not to love in Vainl
10 watch his eye, and half in wonder see
Twas always brightest when it fell on me;
TO mark, when by my side, his tender tone,
His hand soft pressure when 1t held my own;
o thus to watch, and wait for him to tell
What my heart whispered that it knew full
well2
A summer evening. calm, and bright and
fairl
"A moonllt garden, he beside me there;
My trembling hand above my heart was
pressed,
TO calm its thrills Of happy. sweet
7 longed SO much his tale of love to hear,
Yet when he spoke was filed with futtering
"A fear lest might all unworthy prove
OF his affection true, of his deep love; ~ 90
And something OF my fears he seemed to
His manly voice had grown so soft and low.
All what tale he whispered in my ear,
90 hard to answer, but how sweet to heart
could not answer; all my heart seemed filed
witt language, but my recreant tongue was
stilled,
And ahl so tender was his melting moodl
tie clasped my hand-the clasp | understood
lie sought my eyes-but obi / dared not raise
Those little tell-tales to receive his gaze;
One little word, he said, with fond caress
1 spoke; that word, that little word was
Amorning when the sunshine seemed to be
The fairest thing on this fair earth to me,
For-so at least old tales and stories run
The bride is blessed whom it shines upon
Assembled friends with presents rich and
rare;
A laughing group of girlish bridesmaids fair;
a father-mother, clasping to their heart
The darling child with whom they fear to part,
The daughter who, like tinid bird caressed,
Prepares to Hutter from the parent nest.
And dearer, dearest to that blushing bride
Is he whose place till death is by her side.
All, ever side by side, and hand in hand,
And heart to heart, henceforth those twain
must stand.
Then many fond caress mid fearful smiles;
Bells pealing, holy altar aower-strewn aises;
A wreath-a snowy robe--a bridal veil---
happy bride, who tells this ''old, old talep'
Florence NiGon, IN Chambers Journal.