THE SHADE OF SADNESS. BY W. L. BOWLES. I. WHEN in those eyes of tenderest light A sadness, as of love, I see, I sometimes think when I am sad, They look with kindness upon me. II. O gentlest maiden! dost thou grieve For pleasant seasons past and gone; And love to trace in others' looks A SHADE OF SADNESS like thy own? III. Perhaps on some unthankful heart, For all thy hopes thou didst depend; And now dost fondly turn to mark, The look but of a pitying friend. IV. Distrust me not-by hopes most dear I swear, and God my witness be, This heart which wants a friend itself, Should bleed to purchase peace for thee. V. When care sat dimly on thy brow, Its secret cause I would not seek,' But kiss perhaps a falling tear, And press thy hand, and never speak. VI. E'en now I inly pray that soon Thy heart may ev'ry bliss attain; But mine, alas, which pitied thec, I fear will never rest again. |