Abbie Farwell Brown (Эбби Фаруэлл Браун)

The Tryst

A TRYST had I with the bright sun to keep
Upon a little hill-top in the dew;
I promised him to wake mine eyes from sleep
And see him paint the dappled dawn anew,—
To meet him by the rose-bush in the brake,
Aye, e'en before the lark should be awake.
I gave my promise as the sun sank red,
And then I softly stole away to bed.

1. The Indian Springs
2. I Did Not Know
3. Windows
4. Friends
5. The Haunted House

Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Tryst ("Just when all hope had perished in my soul")

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