Poetry

When nt eve I sit alone, Thinking cm the Past and Gone - While the doek, wUh ilrowsy finger, Marks how slow tbe minutes lingcr - And ilic embera, Jimly bunirng, Teil of lifo to (lust returtMig - Then niy lonety ehoir arouml, VVith a solomo, niournfiil sound - WiiU a mitriuvr pufi mul ! w, Corae lUc gkiisisol'ljont' Ago. One ly one ! cunl ihcin o'er, V'oicfis thnt are heard nu inore, Tc.irs Ihat luving checks have wet. Wurds, lióse niusic lingera yet - ll.ily fnces. p:ile aml fair. Shiiijowv locki of waving hair - Til!e siglis and whiaper dear- SotiüS iorg,t'jt-n niany a yt'ur - Lipa oí dewy fragrnncr - eyca Biighicr. Lluer, ilinn the skies - Odors breathed "rom Paradise. And the genile ahaiiows Ii 'c, Soltly ni'trnienn ar niy w!'i. Till [lic Ion; an I gioomy ü y, All foryoiten. faJes away. Thu-, when [ am nll alone. Dceaming u'er iht; Tast ai.d Gons, All around me. saj and fciow, Come ihe ijhos's of Lon Airo.