THROUGH THE VALLEY

[AFTER JAMES THOMSON]

As I came through the Valley of Despair,
   As I came through the valley, on my sight,
   More awful than the darkness of the night,
Shone glimpses of a Past that had been fair,
   And memories of eyes that used to smile,
   And wafts of perfume from a vanished isle,
As I came through the valley.

As I came through the valley I could see,
   As I came through the valley, fair and far,
   As drowning men look up and see a star,
The fading shore of my lost Used-to-be;
   And like an arrow in my heart I heard
   The last sad notes of Hope's expiring bird,
As I came through the valley.

As I came through the valley desolate,
   As I came through the valley, like a beam
   Of lurid lightning I beheld a gleam
Of Love's great eyes that now were full of hate.
   Dear God! dear God! I could bear all but that;
   But I fell down soul-stricken, dead, thereat,
As I came through the valley.

Poems of Passion by Ella Wheeler
Chicago : Belford, Clarke & Co, 1883.


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