Poetry of Kansas
 

The End Of A Dream.

THE sun was just as bright, perhaps,
     That afternoon in May,
And the meadows just as green, I think,
     As they are there to-day;
And the sky and sea were just as blue,
     And yet it seemed to me
A cloud was over all the land,
     A storm o'er all the sea.
 
For we had met there on the shore___
     We two, had met to part___
And the cloud was in my aching brain,
     The storm within my heart;
And I knew before we met there
     That I could but hear the worst,
Yet when I looked into her face
     I thought my heart would burst.
 
She was so pale, so beautiful,-
     She spoke so sad and sweet,
Her voice came like the murmur
     Of the waters at our feet;
While the gentle breeze played softly
     With her loosely-prisoned hair;
I took her pure, white hand in mine
     'Twas cold, and trembled there.
 
But when I asked if she were cold,
     She only shook her head.
"The day is fair, and I am warm
     Except at heart," she said.
And as she told me of the wrong
     That severed her from me,
I begged her to seek out a home
     With me beyond the sea.
 
But she gently, firmly answered,
     That her duty was to stay___
That a parent had commanded
     And she could not disobey;
And she told me as we parted,
     That we must not meet again___
The past could only bring regret,
     The present only pain.
 
And then we kissed and said good-by,
     Just as we used to do.
I saw a tear was in her eye,
     And one was in mine, too.
The pleasant dream is ended now,
     As all dreams end at last.
I know not if my life is worse,
     Or better, for the past!

__Albert Bigelow Paine.

 
Rhymes by Two Friends
Albert Bigelow Paine & William Allen White
(Fort Scott: M. L. Izor and Son. 1893)
Pages 59-60
 
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