TRE DAISY OF THE DALE 
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Such as I felt not till we parted, 
Such as but spring from doubts and fears, 
And make the bearer broken-hearted. 
Through nights of sighs and days of tears. 
“ Perhaps for me he cares not now. 
Nor heeds either my tears or sighing; 
Perchance he has forgot my vow ! 
Forgive me. Heaven! he may be dying. 
And no one near ! Oh, misery I 
Breathing my name with his last breath ! 
And yet his image smiles on me. 
Away 1 — I will not think of Death. 
No 1 he will live to wear this token. 
Hush, heart 1 be still ; why dost thou sigh ? 
I will not think his vow is broken — 
I’ll not believe it, though I die. 
This scarf doth bring back many a scene 
Of happiness amid those bowers, 
Our walks along these alleys green, 
¥/hen love was sweeter than the flowers. 
“ I marked these corners with my hair ; 
I wove his name along with mine. 
Letter with letter twined with care. 
Hoping that so our hearts would twine : 
0 Hope 1 delusive Hope ! ’tis Time 
Alone that proves thee a deceiver; 
Thou bringest buds of promised prime. 
But the keen frost attends thee ever. 
“ Oh 1 I am sadly altered now ; 
My summer’s changed to winter’s gloom; 
I’ve torn the Daisies from my brow. 
And hung them on my mother’s tomb ; 
1 seem upon a pathless sea, 
A lonely ark that still remains. 
Doomed to glide on in misery. 
And float alone with all its pains. 
