Upon the hill, she stood and gazed toward
The picturesque and welcomed white cascade —
The place where zephyrs played and waters roared
First thoughts, I think of you at sunrise —
In the morn when dark is leaving,
As rays and rainbows baptize
Your form — your gentle bosom heaving.
Each breath, each sigh — I linger long,
Sweet emotions; all is right
And heartbeats softly sing their song —
Through day and into night.
In small places, everyone knows
Each other, whether good or bad —
A rumor, a story — it grows
Like wild-fire, as if it had
This weary traveler wanted more,
More than picturesque sun-kissed trees.
Knocks out his pipe, opens the door,
Politely greeted, but ill at ease.
Atop the Mount of Life, I stood there bold
Alone with thoughts midst truth and lies I’ve told,
A glassy stare toward horizons wide
With anguish of this feeling deep inside.
Arms around you, always hold you
Know I love you, safe and sound.
Always with you, in my dreams you
Touch my heart you, sought and found.
Those words which should be said are hard to find
In times when pent emotions run on high —
Content to mimic myths of ancient kind
As if fair Thisbe, parting with a sigh.
The wonder captured in your eyes,
Like young girls given posies fair;
You cannot hide or chance disguise
Your loving heart, of love so rare.
The voice of Time howls through these agèd halls
Bemoaning all that Past has pushed aside,
Its sadden’d sighs hang on each voice that calls
To Future, but in spite, had chose to hide.