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Show ENGAGED. Beside the sea I walked with her, A maid so rassing fair, I envied the autumn sun That lingered in her hair. Jsut brown her cheeks, slender her hand. Her dark eyes hazel gray. It seemed an angel just from heaven Did walk with mo that day. Her profile pure against the blue. Clear like a carven gem. Oh, never regal brow Wore such a diademl The breeze caressed her 6acred check And fragrant with her breath Forgot its mission to the land And died a blissful death. A wanton spray of golden rod That dared to kiss her hand My keepsake is. Sho does not know; She cannot understand. Mine is the memory of that hour; Mine is that setting sun The light that lived, the breeze that died. The single star that shone. Oh, gentle maiden, passing fair. How little can you guess The costly tribute that I pay To your sweet loveliness! My promise true another holds. Beside a distant shore. I could not love thee, dear, bo much Loved 1 not honor more." Boston Transcript. |