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    MISERIMUS.   Table of Contents     HEMLOCK IN THE FURROWS.

Menken, Adah Isaacs
Infelicia

- INFELICIA.
- A MEMORY


A MEMORY


I SEE her yet, that dark-eyed one,
Whose bounding heart God folded up
In His, as shuts when day is done,
Upon the elf the blossom's cup.
On many an hour like this we met,
And as my lips did fondly greet her,
I blessed her as love's amulet:
Earth hath no treasure, dearer, sweeter.

The stars that look upon the hill,
And beckon from their homes at night,
Are soft and beautiful, Yet still
Not equal to her eyes of light.
They have the liquid glow of earth,
The sweetness of a summer even,
As if some Angel at their birth
Had dipped them in the hued of Heaven.

They may not seem to others sweet,
Nor radiant with the beams above,
When first their soft, sad glances meet
The eyes of those not born for love;
Yet when on me their tender beams
Are turned beneath love's wide control,
Each soft, sad orb of beauty seems
To look through mine into my soul.
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I see her now that dark-eyed one,
Whose bounding heart God folded up
In his, as shuts when day is done,
Upon the elf the blossom's cup.
Too late we met, the burning brain,
The aching heart alone can tell,
How filled our souls of death and pain
When came the last, sad word, farewell!
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    MISERIMUS.   Table of Contents     HEMLOCK IN THE FURROWS.