Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

AS a bright May morn, and each opening flower Lay sunning itself in Flora's bower;
Young Love, who was fluttering round, espied The blossoms so gay in their painted pride;
And he gazed on the point of a feathered dart,
For mischief ...

I
AS a laughing child, and gaily
Where murmuring brooks, and dark blue rivers roll'd,
And shadowy trees outspread their silent arms,

VY is my trembling heart, mine own love, my dearest,
Heavy as the hearts whose love is poured in vain;
All the bright day I watch till thou appearest,
All the long night I dream of thee again

I
EN first thou camest, gentle, shy, and fond,
My eldest-born, first hope, and dearest treasure,
My heart received thee with a joy beyond All that it yet had felt of earthly pleasure;

EY loved one another
young Edward and his wife,
And in their cottage-home they dwelt, apart from sin and strife
Each evening Edward weary came from a day of honest toil,

OW are they waned and faded from our hearts,
The old companions of our early days
Of all the many loved, which name
Regret when blamed, or rapture at its praise

LY I heard a voice—surely my name Was breathed in tones familiar to my heart
I listened—and the low wind stealing came,
In darkness and in silence to depart
Surely I saw a form, a proud bright form,