Poèmes de l'amour émotionnel, et autres poèmes . e séjourné neath the laceLong de cloudlet assez, mais je sais qu'un sourire, lorsqu'il a entendu le premier baiser, embrevés sur son visage,car il tourné comme une bombe à travers l'écho de spaceAnd envoyé la joie d'un mile. 54 poèmes de l'amour émotionnel et la grande joie des Whitecaps sprang et borné dans glee sur la mer,et de la profonde, vagues de l'océan sombre rangWith l'ancien temps, que ces nouvelles chansons comme loverssang à minuit, ils ont traversé l'oer lea. Au crépuscule, je suis assis seul, de tout le monde à part. Et rêve d'antan-Un rêve insensé J-m une fois de plus de fantaisie

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Poems of emotional love, and other poems . e stayed neath the cloudlet of laceLong enough, yet I know that a smile, When he heard the first kiss, dimpled over his face, As it shot like a bomb through the echoing spaceAnd sent the joy many a mile. 54 POEMS OF EMOTIONAL LOVE And the great whitecaps joyously sprang And bounded in glee on the sea, And the deep, rolling waves of the dark ocean rangWith the old, time-worn song that these new loverssang As at midnight they crossed oer the lea. AT TWILIGHT I sit alone, from all the world apart. And dream of olden days—a foolish dream—I fancy once again my old sweetheart Has come to me and in the dark I seemTo feel his touch and hear his bated breath And whispers that could lure me through the streamOf life to death. Ah, me! I would twere not a twilight dream; I would that bygone days could once return, That I might see again the lovelight gleam In eyes that made the flame of passion burnWithin me, ah! to hold again his hand— To have him now, I think, perhaps, wed learnTo understand.. We Used to Gather Flowers in the Spring AND OTHER POEMS 57 CHANGED I wonder if the flowers bloom as fair As in the days of old, sweetheart, when we Walked hand in hand together everywhereAnd you were all in all this world to me. I wonder if the birds still sing in tuneAnd if as brightly in the evening skies, Through clouds of tinted azure, burns the moon, As when its rays reflected in your ej^es. We used to gather flowers in the spring And oft together watched the bright sunset. And I took keen delight in everythingA little while ago, dear one, and yet— Today I wandered by the old seaside Where we once walked, and there a while aloneI watched the sun set oer an ebbing tide, But all the beauty of the scene had gone. Last evening as I sat among a throngA singer struck the notes of a refrain, And sang throughout an old-time, well-loved song.But I detected discord in each strain. God pity me! Ive no abiding place. I lost the world, sweetheart, i

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