HIS PLACE.
So all things come to our mind at last,
He is close by your side in the twilight gloom.
And you two are alone in the dim old room,
Yet he is mute, as you bade him be, time past.
He is close by your side in the twilight gloom.
And you two are alone in the dim old room,
Yet he is mute, as you bade him be, time past.
You bade him to weary you, never again
With his idle love, in truth he was wise,
For he spake no more, although in his eyes
You read, you fancied, a language of pain.
With his idle love, in truth he was wise,
For he spake no more, although in his eyes
You read, you fancied, a language of pain.
But this is past, and vex you he never will,
With loving glance, or look of sad reproach;
His lips move not, smile not at your approach;
The flowers he clasps are not more calm and still.
With loving glance, or look of sad reproach;
His lips move not, smile not at your approach;
The flowers he clasps are not more calm and still.
Your favorite flowers he has heard you praise,
Purple pansies, and lilies creamy white;
But he offers them not to you to-night,
He troubles you not, he has learned "his place."
Purple pansies, and lilies creamy white;
But he offers them not to you to-night,
He troubles you not, he has learned "his place."
Yon wished to teach him that lesson, you told
Him as much, you know, in this very room,
'Twas about this hour, for the twilight gloom.
As now, was enwrapping you, fold on fold.
Him as much, you know, in this very room,
'Twas about this hour, for the twilight gloom.
As now, was enwrapping you, fold on fold.
