To me the favor you have shown
Is highest fortune could confer
Upon a being like my own.
You were so kind! my simple lines
Are powerless to express the thought,
Or feeling reason close confines
Within my breast with fullness fraught.
So kind, and yet a little cold.
You would not take my proffered arm.
I offered it___who could withhold___
To keep you from the ice's harm.
Tho quickly passed the eve away,
Its pleasant memories still so bright,
Within my mind shall always stay
And ever lend a beam of light.
And yet one cloud, I must confess,
Hangs o'er the scene and will not leave___
Brings saddest thoughts I can't suppress,___
I know about to-morrow eve.
Ah, when to-morrow's shades are thrown,
I'll don my skates in dreamy mood,
To glide the star-lit stream alone,
And joy in nature's solitude.
For after all our truest friends
Are those small shining orbs, the stars,
They alter not-each ever lends
Its rays to lighten earthly cares.
The stars are friends, both true and old.
Within their depths I joy to find
Warm comfort; for the world is cold,
And many burdens weight my mind.
So thru the wood, beneath the skies,
I'll roam o'er fields of frozen ice;
While with your parlor friends you prize
The pleasure I must sacrifice.
__Colfax Burgoyne Harman
Poems Of Sentiment
Colfax Burgoyne Harman
(Valley Falls, Kansas: Harman Publishing. 1905)