Show TOO LATE O how I could haVe loved that maid My gift would have been too small If on the altar of love I laid My fortune my life my all I thought I saw In the liquid eye A drawing of love for meA me-A gentle breathing of sigh for sigh gente From that breast of sympathy How fair this dull world would have seemed Had her love made bright the way Had just that smile on my darkness gleamed My night had then been day And my daily toll by love Inspired Had been more sweet than play What heights to climb by ambition fired Would her smile but lead the way Alas it can never never be Alone on my path I creep That picture of love is not for me It can only make me weep I never shall kiss that golden hair Nor whisper her soft and low For shes an ancestress sweet and fair Of two hundred years ago A T Worden |