A Dream.
Bejov'd — 'tis but a dream— yet still I .see The witching beauty of your face so fair. I watch again the light that never dies Upon the yellow glory of your hair. I gaze into|the eyes that wrought Jmy woe, The grey eyes flashing 'neath their heavy fringe, I watch the hue tbat glows upon your; cheek The sweetest rosebud knows no fairer tinge. And yet 'tis but a dream — the face I loved 2! Will, perfect, lie no more against my own, The heart has ceased to beat for me, and yet My love has never, never weaker grown. How we can love 1 if woman only knew The power she holds to work us good or ill, The happiness and peace her smiles may bring, The sorrows that her voice has power to still. Surely she could not prove to us unkind, Surely she would not win us to betray 1 Knowing that she can give us life or death — And turn our darkest night into bright day 1 Sweet — I forgive you — though your lovely face Breaks in upon my lonely, unloved rest — I have no power to judge — I love you still, Although you broke the heart within my * breast. Cecil Lorraine.
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Tuapeka Times, Volume XVIII, Issue 1216, 23 January 1886, Page 1 (Supplement)
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208A Dream. Tuapeka Times, Volume XVIII, Issue 1216, 23 January 1886, Page 1 (Supplement)
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