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Show BECALMED You, lingering in the sober twilight fair Tho cloistered sister ot tho laughing day Ne'er dreamed of all that lay within my heart, Nor yet conceived tho words I dare(i not say. I smiled, perhaps I laughed, upon your arm My hand fell lightly, as a rose '.eat drops Dew-wet; you could not seo the tear . Tho moon was hid behind tho mountain moun-tain tops. A voice of fragranco from the garden gar-den came, Breathing Its being deep Into my' soul; The sea was sighing symphonies o( love, Its light, bright waves In long, unceasing un-ceasing roll. I did not question but you loved mo then In your stern way you loved me but my heart Was calling unto you despairingly When In the shadows fell our hands apart. It called for all that makes n woman's wom-an's life Most perfect and complete; that tender touch And thoughtful word of praise, and sweeter still, Tho lingering caress that means so much. For love Is woman's llfo, and llfo is lovo; Not ono quick blazo that burnB itself it-self away, But an Immortal llame that brighter glows , nd stronger burns, as day gives placo to day. But you alas! The moon shines cold and calm; The changeless waves surge shore- ward, row on row; With brow serene you wa'.k ttfo nlsleB ot pine, I And when and why these tears you I cannot know. I L. Adelaide Sherman. f) I |