At last, when all the summer shine.
At Last
That warmed life's early hours is past,
At Last
Your loving fingers seek for mine
At Last
And hold them close-at last-at last!
Not oft the robin comes to build
Its nest upon the leafless bough
By autumn robbed, by winter chilled,—
But you, dear heart, you love me now.
Though there are shadows on my brow
And furrows on my cheek, in truth,—
The marks where Time's remorseless plough
Broke up the blooming sward of Youth,—
Though fled is every girlish grace
Might win or hold a lover's vow,
Despite my sad and faded face,
And darkened heart, you love me now!
I count no more my wasted tears;
They left no echo of their fall;
I mourn no more my lonesome years;
This blessed hour atones for all.
I fear not all that Time or Fate
May bring to burden heart or brow,-
Strong in the love that came so late,
Our souls shall keep it always now!
- Sad Love Poems
by Elizabeth Akers Allen
(Florence Percy)
Behold, we live through all things,-
famine, thirst, Bereavement, pain;
all grief and misery, All woe and sorrow;
life inflicts its worst On soul and body,-
but we cannot die,
Though we be sick, and tired, and faint, and worn,-
Lo, all things can be borne!
- Elizabeth Akers Allen
(Florence Percy)
ROMANTIC
