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Show SONGS OF ISEULT DESERTED. M By Josephine JDaskam. H L do not pray for thee, most dear of all.j i H That ever in soft ways thy feqt may fall, H For well I know that whereso'er thou art H Thy feet must tread forever on my heart! H I pray thee only to walk gently, sweet, I H Nor press too sharply,- with too cruel feet: H Remember thou how soft the way must be. H How soft and ah, how1 sad and pity me! H V Should we have loved if we had known H That love would bring ono day such pain? H I can not tell I only kiss H The pillow where your head has lain. H Should we have loved if we had known, H That love would go to come no more? H I can not tell I only stand H And sob before a fast-closed door. H Since you are gone, all dull my life has grown, H Idle among my .empty days I stand: H They pass and pass, and leave me here alone ' H Ah, sweet, your hand that burned upon my H hand ! H V Since you are gone, gone are the joys I knew, Slowly from out the sky the long night slips: H And my arms ache with emptiness of you H Ah, sweet, your lips that trembled on my lips! M Since you are gone, the world Is grown too wide, H With cruel miles that hold us twp apart: H I sit and watch the white road, weary-eyed M Ah, sweet, your heart that beat against my H heart! - H From the Century Magazine. M |