10.08.2014, 13:25
A HAUNTED HEART
(Vale, vale, in (sternum vale)
OUR ways diverge ; we shall not meet again ;
But that old season, gone beyond recall.
Shall never quite pass from your life, nor all
Forgotten be its pleasures and its pain.
Hushed is the music of the summer rain
Among the flowers ; no more the lilies tall
Flame in the garden where for us the small
Vine-cloistered minstrel warbled his refrain.
The last word has been spoken and we part;
Vanished the dream which was too bright to stay
Hate from her quiver draws a final dart
Full-fledged with scorn and deadly will to slay.
Farewell ! the hollow chambers of your heart
Shall know henceforth the ghost of a dead day.
(Vale, vale, in (sternum vale)
OUR ways diverge ; we shall not meet again ;
But that old season, gone beyond recall.
Shall never quite pass from your life, nor all
Forgotten be its pleasures and its pain.
Hushed is the music of the summer rain
Among the flowers ; no more the lilies tall
Flame in the garden where for us the small
Vine-cloistered minstrel warbled his refrain.
The last word has been spoken and we part;
Vanished the dream which was too bright to stay
Hate from her quiver draws a final dart
Full-fledged with scorn and deadly will to slay.
Farewell ! the hollow chambers of your heart
Shall know henceforth the ghost of a dead day.