Selected Poetry.
GWENDOLEN. I had gone fishing on the Wye ; Young was I, and romantic then That summer, full of sun, that I Met Gwendolen. What eves and morns 'neath gleam and cloud, Had I by stream or coppice green With her my beauty, sweet and proud As any queen ! Her words had music in my ear, That trilled — I have forgotten what j No tenderer talk had Guinevere For Launcelot. And what fruit grew of it, you say ? O> we were ODly friend and friend j We hugged cbance bliss a little day, Till came the end. Our^joys were bubbles on a stream, That meet and mingle into one ; That in the aun a minute gleam — Break, and are gone. To look into each others 1 eyes A fleeting. while, we felt a gain; But love was never winged with sighs, Nor grew to pain. We had no hope, we had no fear ; We met— and parted with a laugh } She gave me — but you see it here — Her photograph, CouselVs Family Magazine for October.
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Bruce Herald, Volume XVII, Issue 1757, 11 June 1886, Page 5
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176Selected Poetry. Bruce Herald, Volume XVII, Issue 1757, 11 June 1886, Page 5
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