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I Mused Last Night In Pensive Mood

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Day
13
Month
November
Year
1874
Copyright
Public Domain
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"Oh thore's nothing half so sweet in life Aa love's young dream ! " mused last night in pensive mood - Albeit not of ten sentimental - íy heart was hoavy and my frame Was racked with aches - both headand dental, say, as once I've said before, My mood was somewhat sad aud pensivo, cast upon the Past a glance Fond, lingering and comprehensivo. saw once more that mossy bank By which the river ripplos slowly, O'ershadowed by the silvery veil Of willow branches drooping lowly, Sestrewn with wild spring flowerets dyed In every color of the prism ; Where oft we sat, May Brown and I - Nor ever dreamed of rheumatism. We loved. Ah, yes ! Some might have lived Before us, in their humdrum passion ; iut never yet the world had known So wild so deep, so pure a fashion ! We recked uot oi the heartless crowd, Nor heeded cruel párente' Irowning ; ut Iived in one long blissful dream, And spouted Tenuyson and Browning. And when the cruel fates decreed That for a season 1 must leave her, t wrung my very heart to see How much our parting seemed to grieve her One happy moment, too, her head Eeposed so lightly on my shoulder ! n dreams I live that scène again, Aud in my arms again enfold her. he gave me one long aubuni curl, She wore my picture in a locket, ter letters, with blue ribbon tied, I carried in my left coat pocket. Those notes, rose-scented and pink-hued, Displayed more sentiment than knowledge.) wrote about four times a week That year I was away to College. 5ut oh, at length " a change carne o'er The spirit of my dream ! " one morning got a chilly line froni May, In which, without the slightest warning, he said she shortly meant to wed Tom Barns (a parson, fat and jolly); he sent my notes and ruby ring, And hoped I would " forget my folly." sent her all her letters back, I called her false and fickle-hearted, And sworè I hailed with joy the hour That saw me free. And so we parted. quoted Byron by the page, 1 smoked havanas by the dozens, And then 1 went out West and feil In love with all my pretty cousius.

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Old News
Michigan Argus