The Parting
I heard the gun, Time's warning tongue
In accents rough, loud and strong
Declare the birth of Day.
I looked around and saw dark night
Retiring at the approach of light
To regions far away:
The night cloud neath Aurora's eye
Were melting in the half lit-sky.
The moon still lingered there,
The tuneful minstrels of the grove
Were chanting sweet their lays of love
To the infant morning fair
I rose but oh! methought my heart
Would break from that loved one to part;
Nor would let me go
The light now entered hold the room,
And drove away the friendly gloom
Nights' remnant sole below
I kissed her; and with many a sigh
And tears descending from her eye
She softly bade me "adieu"!
O with an aching heart and brain
I liik my way thro fields and glen
Besprinkled with the dew.
Poem no: 23
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