The Poems of Henry Timrod by Henry Timrod
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Stirred softly) and the faintest start --
O Hal! we were the happiest pair! O Hal! I clasped her heart to heart! And kissed away some tears that gushed; But how she trembled, timid dove, When my soul broke its silence, flushed With a whole burning June of love. Since then a happy year hath sped Through months that seemed all June and May, And soon a March sun, overhead, Will usher in the crowning day. Twelve blessed moons that seemed to glow All summer, Hal! -- my peerless Kate! She is the dearest -- "Angel?" -- no! Thank God! -- but you shall see her -- wait. So all is told! I count on thee To see the Priest, Hal! Pass the wine! Here's to my darling wife to be! And here's to -- when thou find'st her -- thine! Serenade |
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