Pike County Ballads and Other Poems

A BLESSING.

                      AFTER HEINE.

  When I look on thee and feel how dear,
    How pure, and how fair thou art,
  Into my eyes there steals a tear,
  And a shadow mingled of love and fear
    Creeps slowly over my heart.

  And my very hands feel as if they would lay
    Themselves on thy fair young head,
  And pray the good God to keep thee alway
  As good and lovely, as pure and gay,—
    When I and my wild love are dead.