When floated once beyond his feeble ear: The wind will sweep from the neglected strings THE FORSAKEN. OH, misery to see the tomb To kiss the cheek which once had burned And even if another's love Has traced the heart to us above Р The treasures of the east, yet still There is a solace for the ill. Those who have known love's utmost spell Can half forget their own distress, To share the loved one's happiness. But oh, to know our heart has been, Torn, trampled, without thought or care, THE DESERTED HALL. -THE gloom Of a deserted banquet-room :- To shudder at the cold damp air, The incense-vase with odour flowing, Proud cavalier and high-born dame |