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Show DISENCHANTMENT. I I placed you far above the throng of meaner clay, the vulgar crowd, Because I thought your soul was strong And great and proud. I made your eyes my chosen chart To guide ihe through the later years; I let you creep Into my heart And still its fears. I held your warm, soft hands in mine, And love the quick, electric thrill That fires the blood like rosy wine That- bends- the will. You calmed my ribul's" prolonged unrest, un-rest, You filled my sbul with new desires, You" fed -the -hopes I then possessed AVith fervid fires. To Summer seas and Summer skies Your warm, Impassioned -fancy lent The charm that brings to woman's , eye.3 Profound content. To purple days you gave the light That passion's tempest never mars, And- to the purple plains of night Perpetual stars. Your presence haunted every place The wood, the moutnain and the stream And nightly, like .a star, your face Lit up my dream. My subtle hope your future wrought With genial skies and sunny ways; My larger faith would light with iht.ught Your fading days. Hut you hiit'e proved how more than vain It is to trust to worldly things; My transeieftt bliss is turned to pain That deeply stings. I deemed you strong, but you are wea k, Proud or.ee, but ery paltry now; The touch of shame is on"your cheek And on your brow. Your actions have your heart belled, And truth unxclled stands understood; under-stood; Your soul was never made to guide The pure and good. I I loved you once that love Is changed, 'Tls past, and Urn? can ne'er re-storo re-storo Its faded light; we are estranged Forevermore! The Laureate. |