Classic Poem

Like the ray of a lone bright star
Her spirit oft visits me still,
And brings back the years from afar
When heart beat to heart with a thrill.

And, tinting my dreams with the hue
Of a smile derived from the sky,
She moistens my brow with the dew
Of a tear-drop warm from her eye.

And sweetly she breathes in my ear
The vow which I made in my youth,
And with lips still fervid and dear
She pledges her love and her truth.

And in tones still gentle and kind
She whispers of joys that are past,—
Of life, with its pleasures refined;
And of love's first dream, and its last.

And arrayed in her bridal flowers,
Though life's early dream hath departed,
Beyond the dark cloud that still lowers
She awaits me, my own true-hearted.