THE LETTER.

Hawke's Bay Times, Issue 1540, 9 January 1874, Page 73

THE LETTER.

In her room she's sitting lonely, And she looks upon the lawn, Through the twilight grey an 1 solemn, As the stars begin to dawn. On her face a look of sorrow, Like a mournful picture lies ; And a calm deep shade of anguish Lingers in her tearful eyes.

On her lap was seen a letter She had read an hour ago— When her lips began to quiver, And her burning tears to flow, For its lines had hushed her laughter. And had filled her heart with pain. Till she felt no joy or rapture E'er would linger there again.

All her hopes of future gladness Now were scattered—lived no more— Dropped like withered leaves from flowers When the Summer's nearly o'er. He for whom she prayed had perished, He whose memory was her pride, He for whom she longed and waited— Waited to become his bride.

All! that letter brought her tidings That had chilled and hlauched her cheek ; Bowed her mind with saddest memories, And a grief she could not speak. He who'd vowed to love her ever In a distant land had died— Pie with whom she oft had lingered By the wood and mountain side.

All her bridal dreams had faded And her bitterest pangs were known ; While her face o'ercast with sorrow, Looked as rigid as a stone ! Often in the sober twilight, As the stars begin to dawn, Sits the maiden sadly looking Through her tears upon the lawn 1