LINES TO AN OLD DRESS.
A LAS! the time has come, old dress,
When you and I must part;
To say adieu, my valued friend,
Is tearing heart from heart.
Long years have passed since thou wert new,
Long years of war and crime;
But sight of thee to memory brings
The olden golden time.
I'd braid my silken tresses smooth;
Then cast thee o'er my form,
And press my hand upon my heart,
To quell tumultuous storm.
For well I know whose eye would beam
To see me thus arrayed;
'Twas one whose gentle tender glance,
His love for me betrayed.
Old dress, dost thou remember well
That beauteous moon-light night,
When the hoped-for truth o'erwhelmed my heart,
With a perfect blaze of light?
How he clasped us to his heart, old dress,
And he vowed beneath the stars,
That naught in heaven could us divide--
'Twas registered by Mars.
Ah, the Gods but mocked us then, old dress,
With a short, sweet dream of bliss,
That vanished, alas! from our mortal sight,
Like the dew at the sun's warm kiss.
In but a short year from then, old dress,
That sudden gleam of light
Had passed away; and left me naught,
But the darkness of midnight.
For Mars laughed at our arrogance,
And he hurled his mighty dart,
And my love lies in the battle-field,
And broken is my heart.
Ah, I cannot give thee up, old dress,
For thy threads are links of chain,
That bind my memory to the past--
To long gone joys and pain.