31.12.2010, 18:38
EMMELINE.
She grows apace, thy darling EmmeUne !
Her heart, erewhile but two feet from the ground.
Beats at a higher level, in the line
Of many archers, pressing daily round ;
She doffs aside the aim of Jones and Brown ;
But, though a surer arrow has been set
By a young marksman from the neighbouring town,
It lingers on the string,—he speaks not yet.
When two love well, events must onward move ;
She feels a winning hand is on the bow,
And, if he asks, she will not answer 'No;'
And Emmeline to him is life's sole mark,
He knows she loves him, and she knows his love ;
Si)eed, gentle shaft ! thou aim'st not in the dark !
She grows apace, thy darling EmmeUne !
Her heart, erewhile but two feet from the ground.
Beats at a higher level, in the line
Of many archers, pressing daily round ;
She doffs aside the aim of Jones and Brown ;
But, though a surer arrow has been set
By a young marksman from the neighbouring town,
It lingers on the string,—he speaks not yet.
When two love well, events must onward move ;
She feels a winning hand is on the bow,
And, if he asks, she will not answer 'No;'
And Emmeline to him is life's sole mark,
He knows she loves him, and she knows his love ;
Si)eed, gentle shaft ! thou aim'st not in the dark !