Classic Poem

One word—and that so softly fell
That Love alone could catch the sound,
But all that virgin lips might tell
Was in that little whisper found.
The breath had melted on the air—
The form had passed, the smile had flown.
I sought thee—but thou wast not there—
Yet, Dearest! I was not alone—

Still side by side we seemed to stray
Beneath those bleak and leafless trees
Where balmy blossoms soon shall play
Wreathed by the gentle April breeze—
Still side by side we wandered slow
Unconscious through the busy throng
And still in accents soft and low
We murmured as we passed along.

If He who bids the spring renew
Her jewels like a blushing bride
And sprinkles with the morning dew
The moss upon the mountain's side
Stoops from his azure throne above
To paint the frail and thankless flowers
O smiles he not on hope and love
When first they bloom in hearts like ours?

Darkness and silence! all around
Dissolves the midnight's sable tide—
Yet still I tread on any ground
With thee still trembling at my side.
Come—come sweet shadow—roam no more.
Is not this lonely house thy own!
O let me dream the morning o'er—
Nay Dearest I am not alone.