Classic Poem

Star of my childhood, long withdrawn
And veiled to me in midnight shade,
Still glowing on the mists of morn
Thine early light can never fade.
Thy glance perchance has lightly past
And wondered at my altered brow,
But thou as when I saw thee last
So are thy breathing features now.
The same dark hair — the same wild eye —
The voice like dying music's flow —
All seems as in the days gone by
Though woman's heart beats warm below
Our paths have parted far and wide,
They met but for a single hour,
But winds that roam the troubled tide
Still bear the fragrance of the flower
Thus to my memory thou hast been —
Thus to my future thou shalt be;

Though chance may dash her waves between
They cannot part my dreams from thee
And by thy pathway dark or bright
Fair girl, it yet may give thee joy
To know that thou hast touched with light
The visions of a nameless boy.