The Adieu To Eliza

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Title:     The Adieu To Eliza
Author: Margaret Moran D. McDougall [More Titles by McDougall]

The night was bright and beautiful,
The dew was on the flower,
The stars were keeping watch, it was
The lover's parting hour.

The night wind rippled o'er the wave,
The moon shone on the two,
The boat was waiting, part they must,
"Eliza, love, adieu!"

"You know how fondly I have loved,
How long, how true, how dear,
And though fate sends me far away
My heart will linger here.

"Bright hope, the lover's comfort, can
Alone my heart console,
Or soothe the pain of parting with
The empress of my soul.

"When other suitors vainly talk
Of fondly loving you,
Remember him who truly loved
As no one else can do.

"I'll think upon the place contains
My dark-eyed source of bliss,
When roaming idly, blindly through
The gay metropolis.

"Weep not, weep not, my dearest girl,
Your tears my bosom pain,
Remember," fondly added he,
"We part to meet again."

He made her pledge him heart to heart
She would not him forget,
Asked her to sigh when at the spot
Where they had often met.

He spoke much of how deep was stamped
Her image on his mind;
One more adieu, the boat was gone.
And she was left behind.

True was the maiden, and she kept
While weeks and months took wing,
His name deep treasured in her heart,
As 'twere a sacred thing.

And he--did he return again
Her long love to repay?
No! in good sooth, as Byron says,
He laughed to flee away.

G HILL, 1839.

[The end]
Margaret Moran D. McDougall's poem: Adieu To Eliza

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