Long Ago

I sit n the h:n,h of liie elosiriij eve, And im.se in the iirelight's tlickering glow j My ' ?art s nn altar, on which are laid '1 ln ilowcis tliut l'aded years ago. On the -.viiigs of the languid Summer breeze Is Uoïné (lio mu.sic oí harp and lute. And the odorous breatli of the flowers I lov&- Mj! f.owor is faÜod, ruy muse mute. Tho Rold of the sunset dies away, inil deeper tlie twilight shadows grow ; The Shadows Lliat resl on my baart tü-uight Eiivelopid ray day-dreams Iong ago. l'here are [jhantoms within that haunt my aoul And shadowy speclres lipón the wall Tl.ere are foiled violéis in their hnnds, And the dew oí tears is upo them all. [Tliere are oldt u memorie clii'ging fast. And olden pro tn res witíiin my mind ; But tfll s daik on my outward patli, And the shariow of grief is close behind. I siph in vain for a " vanished hand," And a low, sweet voice forever raute ; All- al i that the past has brought to me, Is a fadeil úower and a broken lute. ifte ffpdrigmi jvp&