Tuesday, February 12, 2019

MIRIAM - by E. M. SIDNEY. - From GRAHAM’S MAGAZINE. July, 1847.

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by  E. M. SIDNEY.

She opens her lattice,
And looks on the lake;
O’er its slumbering surface,
No murmurs awake.
Afar, o’er the mountain,
The moon has long set:
The morning breeze freshens,
Why tarries he yet ?


A sound in the distance,
A low plashing oar:
See! yonder a shadow;
It touches the shore.
’Tis he - safe returning
Joy leaps to her eyes:
And clasped to his bosom,
“My husband !” she sighs.

July, 1847.