[CHAPTER XXXIX.]
IT IS NOT POSSIBLE FOR TRUE LOVE TO FORGET.
"Have you seen the full moon
Drift behind a cloud,
Hiding all of nature
In a dusky shroud?
"Have you seen the light snow
Change to sudden rain,
And the virgin streets grow
Black as ink again?
"Have you seen the ashes
When the flame is spent,
And the cheerless hearth-stone
Grim and eloquent?
"Have you seen the ball-room
When the dance is done,
And its tawdry splendor
Meets the morning sun?
"Dearest, all these pictures
Cannot half portray
How my life has altered
Since you've gone away!"
Harry Romaine.