Classic Poem

With lovely pearl the western sky
Is glowing far and wide,
And yon light golden clouds that fly
So slowly side by side;
The deepening tints, the arch of light,
E'en I with rapture see;
And sigh, and bless the charming sight
That lures my love from me.

O hill! that shads't the valley here,
Thou bear'st on thy green brow,
The only wealth to Mary dear,
And all she'll ever know.
Full in the crimson light I see,
Above thy summit rise
My Edward's form; he looks to me
A statue in the skies.

Descend, my love, the hour is come;
Why linger on the hill?
The sun hath left my quiet home,
But thou canst see him still;
Yet, why a lonely wanderer stray?
Alone the joy pursue?
The glories of the closing day,
Can charm thy Mary too.

O Edward, when we stroll'd along,
Beneath the waving corn,
And both confess'd the power of song,
And bless'd the dewy morn;
To thy fond words my heart replied,
(My presence then could move)
“How sweet with Mary by my side,
“To gaze and talk of love.”

Thou art not false;—that cannot be!
Yet I my rivals deem,
Each woodland charm, the moss, the tree,
The silence, and the stream.
If these, my love, detain thee now,
I'll yet forgive thy stay;
But with to-morrow's dawn, come thou—
We'll brush the dews away.