The End Of A Dream.
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.