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Show THE TOAST. fl Hl A summer night1 the beryl green H Of June is spread beneath the slty, B And from the moon a silver sheen; H While perfumed winds of southland sigh. H The scene is bleak and deso'.i',e, B (How latent flames of memory smart) B What summer night can compensate B The wintLi- that is in a heart. H H The pulsing of her sweet white breast, H The flower eyes so' deep, so dear, H The hearts-case, and the perfect rest, H That came to me when she was near. H On rushed my starving eager soul. H But Love was in a domino, H For Fate had made a tinsel goal, M But blinded passion did not know. M B Across the board, the ashen ghost M Of mimic Love with pallid lips, H Sits waiting for a final toast H To drown my hopes in bitter sips, M And this is my elysium bliss, H A longing all the weary while, H And empty heart, and arms, and this M This hollow eyed and ghostly smile. H The shadow fingers, sickly white, H All withered, grasp a phantom glass, H We toast that other summer night, H And the dead present let it pass. B The shadow grins with mocking leers, B And all that my poor lips can say B Is just a wprd, and through my tears B I smile and drink To Yesterday. B Tod Goodwin. B |