The Assignation

Valentine Wolfe
Valentine Wolfe


The Assignation 

Thou wast all that to me, love 
For which my soul did pine 
A green isle in the sea, love 
A fountain and a shrine 
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers 
And all the flowers were mine 

Ah, dream too bright to last 
Ah, starry hope, that didst arise 
But to be overcast! 
A voice from out the Future cries, 
“Onward” o’er the past 
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies 
Mute- motionless- aghast! 

For alas! alas! with me 
The light of life is over 
“No more- no more- no more.” 
(Such language holds the solemn sea 
To sands upon the shore) 
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree 
Or stricken eagle soar! 

Now all my hours are trances 
And all my nightly dreams 
Are where thy dark eye glances 
And where thy footstep gleams 
In what ethereal dances 
By what Italian streams 

Alas! for that accursed time 
They bore thee over the billow 
From Love to titled age and crime 
And an unholy pillow! 
From me, and from our misty clime 
Where weeps the silver willow!

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