TIMETOCD =| It is the time to go. I feel the train's slow a d ponderous wheels stare Heavily across my heart, © BROKEN INTERLUDE, ~ C Dearly Beloved, is it thus we now end > Our haunti -\ em ngly sweet interl) de, to both of us with the pro mise of sorrow And happiness tare was imb That TH hear the engine's shrill, ted? Cry of parting, and still Is it thus we now end the gay omr adeship We hel speak words of easy grace smile from face to face, d so blithely awhile : With only a few lingering , shat wor¢s of farewell. The clasping Knowing in a litile while of hands and a smile? Each lean and hungry mile fill take me far away And will we remember the day With Something akin to reg s that are gone Will the words that were spo ret, Their memory paining us ken then haunt us, yet? Will the knowledge of hou rs spent together Seem sweeter the longer the e past, And the thought of the other’sy’rlove d face ‘Bring tears to our eyes at the last? From where I long to stay. REMORSE, O*}v | Is there forgiveness, think you, For cas ting love aside, For lack of courage, And for false and foolish pride ? ? Is there forgiveness for Killing the only thing | | That made your life a gar Filled with birds that singden ? ~ When love remains, is gone, . what | | else DESTINY. What else, ah me, indeed; Except an aching lonelines And a bitter, aching need s, ? No more ig laughter in the sun; © more is music sweet; If T love you, do not blame me. ~ Rather blame cruel Destiny That decreed an aeon ago _ There is nothing but an’ empty void Where o She wrote This taking of your life; hen love is dead and va nished Perhaps there is forgiveness | When you have known regret, but surely you could never A single hour forget. UNPREMEDITATED you lightly to love U have , Buttried without success, To love you very little And never to excess, ( have sought to love you wisely s But this I cannot do, For all my vows are shattered Each tiIme look at ve« my story of desire Shamelessly across the sky To startle angels passing by, Pray, is it worth the sorrow , What else is worth the strife ? The flowers to blossom endlessly; The trees were made to bring you rest, One day I would love you so. And day to die on twilight’s breast, ‘When with flames of silver fire So by all the laws divine | once our eyes.did meet, _ Moonbeams were born to love the Stag ie =e te caer | Were you created to be mine, | ) Then blame me not, for wellI know. My love was born an age ago. \