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Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton - The Tryst
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I.

I went, alone, to the old familiar place 
Where we often met,-- 
When the twilight soften`d thy bright and radiant face 
And the sun had set. 
All things around seem`d whispering of the past, 
With thine image blent-- 
Even the changeful spray which the torrent cast 
As it downward went! 
I stood and gazed with a sad and heavy eye 
On the waterfall-- 
And with a shouting voice of agony 
On thy name did call! 

II.

With a yearning hope, from my wrung and aching heart 
I call`d on thee-- 
And the lonely echoes from the rocks above 
They answer`d me! 
Glad and familiar as a household word 
Was that cherish`d name 
But in that grieving hour, faintly heard, 
`T was not the same! 
Solemn and sad, with a distant knelling cry, 
On my heart it fell-- 
`T was as if the word "Welcome" had been answer`d by 
The word "FAREWELL!"
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