A little maid, with sweet brown eyes,
Upraised to mine in sad surprise;
I held two tiny hands in mine,
I kissed the little maid farewell.
Her cheeks to deeper crimson flushed,
The sweet, shy glances downward fell;
From rosy lips came-ah! so low-
“love-you/">I love you, do not go!”
I see it through the lapse of years-
This picture, ofttimes blurred with tears.
No tiny hands in mine are held,
No sweet brown eyes my pulses wake-
Only in memory a voice
E'er bids me stay for love's sweet sake.
A Picture
Madge Morris Wagner
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Poem topics: I love you, farewell, memory, sad, voice, stay, sake, picture, crimson, I miss you, brown, love, sweet, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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