Classic Poem

O DE XIX E VELINE'S F ALL

Ah! weep for the hour,
When to Eveline's bower,
The lord of the valley
With false vows came.
The moon hid her light
In the heavens that night,
And wept behind her clouds
For the maiden's shame.

The clouds pass soon
From the cold chasie moon,
And the heaven smiled again
With her vestal flame;
But who shall see the day
When the cloud will pass away
Which thai evening left
Upon Eveline's name?

The white snow lay
On the narrow pathway,
Where the lord of the manor
Crossed over the moor;
And many a deep print,
On the white snow's tint,
Shewed the track of his footsteps
To Eveline's door.

The first sun's ray
Soon melted away
Every trace of the passage
Where the false lord came;
But there's a light above,
Which alone can remove
The stain upon the snow
Of Eveline's fame!