A VOICE OF THE DEAD.
(from "my witness") The Autumn wind is wild in all the leaves, And the long grass is rustling on my grave : Ah, would you have me think your heart still For one you would not save ? [grieves For lam dead 1 Know you not; lam dead ? Why do you haunt me in ray grave to-night ? Standing above and listeiiing overhead, When I am buried deep and out of sight. Have you not wine and music in your home, And the fair form and eyes so pure and proud With love of you ?— and wherefore do you come To vex me, lying silent in my shroud ? Seek your new love! She calls you, and the tears Are warm on her pale face, and her young breast Is full of doubt and sorrow, and she hears Low whispered words that warn her from her rest. ,In from the night ! Tlie stnrm begins to stir ! I will be near, and ghostly eyes shall see How you will kiss her lips, arid say to her '* Thine always love" — as jou once said tome! |
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume VIII, Issue 166, 11 July 1873, Page 2
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184A VOICE OF THE DEAD. Nelson Evening Mail, Volume VIII, Issue 166, 11 July 1873, Page 2
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