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Poem December 6, 1868

The New Orleans Crescent

New Orleans, Orleans County, Louisiana

What is this article about?

A reflective poem addressed to a former lover, expressing hope that in the future they will remember the speaker's enduring love with sorrow and regret, while wishing them peace.

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[For the Sunday Crescent.]

Perhaps, when years have passed away,
'Mid scenes of times gone by;
These verses, at some distant day,
May chance to meet thine eye.

If then the hand that pens these lines,
Is nerveless in the grave;
And dead the heart that in old times,
Its fond love to thee gave;

Perhaps, then, thou wilt feel one pang
Of sorrow for the past;
And fondly think of her again,
Whose love could thine outlast.

And bow thy head in sad regret.
At thoughts of long ago;
And vainly yearn but to forget,
Her, who has loved thee so.

Far in the past, by memory,
Thy heart may once be borne;
And then, perchance, thou'lt think of me,
And o'er our past love mourn.

Those happy days! How soon they sped!
Now only as a dream,
Of youth, and hope, and love, all fled,
To my sad heart they seem.

I pray that all thy days may flow,
In peace, calm and serene;
And may the love of long ago,
Seem but a pleasant dream.

KATIE.

What sub-type of article is it?

Elegy

What themes does it cover?

Love Courtship Death Mourning

What keywords are associated?

Past Love Memory Sorrow Regret Enduring Affection Youthful Dreams

What entities or persons were involved?

Katie.

Poem Details

Author

Katie.

Subject

Reflection On Past Love

Form / Style

Rhymed Quatrains

Key Lines

Perhaps, When Years Have Passed Away, 'Mid Scenes Of Times Gone By; These Verses, At Some Distant Day, May Chance To Meet Thine Eye. And Bow Thy Head In Sad Regret. At Thoughts Of Long Ago; And Vainly Yearn But To Forget, Her, Who Has Loved Thee So. Those Happy Days! How Soon They Sped! Now Only As A Dream, Of Youth, And Hope, And Love, All Fled, To My Sad Heart They Seem.

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