Pulp Fiction, 1865 · page 244 of 400
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229 FAREWELL. LIKE wandering ghosts the wintry winds are roaming Through shivering boughs—no star illumes the sky, As side by side, we linger in the gloaming, Hand clasping hand, though we have said Good-bye! Cold on my bosom lies thy parting token— Fast fall my tears, for I remember when The fond good-bye in playful mood was spoken, While hope kept whispering we should meet again. With thee I shared the summer’s golden pleasures: Ah me, how gaily danced_its hours away! Bleeding and torn, my breaking heart still treasures The tender memory of each vanished day— Dear hours of rapture! gone beyond recalling, Dead as the flowers we gathered in the past! The night has come, our;mingled sighs are falling Like mournful requiems on the wailing blast. Bend low, my dearest, e’er we part for ever, Whisper once more that I am all thine own! Touch with thy loving lips before we sever The pallid cheek that glowed for thee alone Ah love, remember, when thy life seems lonely, When fortune’s fickle blast blows wild and chill, One faithful heart lives on thy memory only, One constant bosom holds thine image still. I feel thy fervent lips upon my tresses— Love’s tenderest phrases thou art murmuring now! Thy trembling fingers raise with fond caresses The wandering locks from off my aching brow! O’er hill and dale the angry winds are sweeping, As though to tear me from thy last embrace— Nor dare these eyes, so vainly, wildly weeping Take“their last look of thy beloved face. Farewell, farewell! Oh, love! can I be dreaming? I call.thy name and yet thou dost not stay! Nor twinkling star, nor round white moon is beaming, To light thee, dearest, on thy cheerless way. Farewell, farewell—love, wrecked:with*mighty sorrow, Wrings from the tortured heart that anguished cry ; Fierce winds will cease, dark clouds disperse to-morrow, But suffering love bleeds on, and will not die! FANNY FORRESTER. Gomicbooks (E() m