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The Brook-Side.
THE BROOK-SIDE .
I AVANBEBED by the brook-side , I wandered by the mill , — I could not hear the brook flow , The noisy AA'heel Avas still ;
There AA'as no burr of grasshopper , Nor chirp of any bird , But the beating of my OAVU heart Was all the sound I heard . I sat beneath the elm-tree ,
I Avatched the long , long , shade , And as it greAv still longer , I did not feel afraid ; Eor I listened for a footfall , I listened for a word , —
But the beating of my OAVU heart Was all the sound I heard .
He came not , —no , he came not , — The night came on alone , — The little stars sat , one by one , Each on bis golden throne ; Tlie evening air passed by my cheek ,
The leaves above AA'ere stirr'd , — But the beating of my oAvn heart Was all the sound I heard . Fast , silent , tears AA'ere floAAdng ,
When something stood behind , — A hand was on my shoulder , I knew its touch Avas kind : It dreAv me nearer—nearer , — We did not speak one word ,
For the beating of our own hearts Was all the sound Ave heard . LORD HOUGHTOJS ' .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Brook-Side.
THE BROOK-SIDE .
I AVANBEBED by the brook-side , I wandered by the mill , — I could not hear the brook flow , The noisy AA'heel Avas still ;
There AA'as no burr of grasshopper , Nor chirp of any bird , But the beating of my OAVU heart Was all the sound I heard . I sat beneath the elm-tree ,
I Avatched the long , long , shade , And as it greAv still longer , I did not feel afraid ; Eor I listened for a footfall , I listened for a word , —
But the beating of my OAVU heart Was all the sound I heard .
He came not , —no , he came not , — The night came on alone , — The little stars sat , one by one , Each on bis golden throne ; Tlie evening air passed by my cheek ,
The leaves above AA'ere stirr'd , — But the beating of my oAvn heart Was all the sound I heard . Fast , silent , tears AA'ere floAAdng ,
When something stood behind , — A hand was on my shoulder , I knew its touch Avas kind : It dreAv me nearer—nearer , — We did not speak one word ,
For the beating of our own hearts Was all the sound Ave heard . LORD HOUGHTOJS ' .