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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  An American Anthology, 1787–1900.  1900.
137. Memories
By George Denison Prentice
ONCE more, once more, my Mary dear,
  I sit by that lone stream,
Where first within thy timid ear
  I breathed love’s burning dream.
The birds we loved still tell their tale        5
  Of music, on each spray,
And still the wild-rose decks the vale—
  But thou art far away.
In vain thy vanished form I seek,
  By wood and stream and dell,        10
And tears of anguish bathe my cheek
  Where tears of rapture fell;
And yet beneath these wild-wood bowers
  Dear thoughts my soul employ,
For in the memories of past hours        15
  There is a mournful joy.
Upon the air thy gentle words
  Around me seemed to thrill,
Like sounds upon the wind-harp’s chords
  When all the winds are still,        20
Or like the low and soul-like swell
  Of that wild spirit-tone,
Which haunts the hollow of the bell
  When its sad chime is done.
I seem to hear thee speak my name        25
  In sweet low murmurs now;
I seem to feel thy breath of flame
  Upon my cheek and brow;
On my cold lips I feel thy kiss,
  Thy heart to mine is laid—        30
Alas, that such a dream of bliss
  Like other dreams must fade!


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