People's Pilot, Volume 4, Number 28, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 28 December 1894 — Chrysanthemums. [ARTICLE]

Chrysanthemums.

He lured me from the flrelit room Adovrn the garden path, to see The white chrysanthemums in bloom Beneath the cherry tree. And while the autumn twilight fell In tender shadow at our feet. He told me that he loved me well. In accents silver sweet I heeded not the faded leaves; 1 never heard the wailing wind Which mourned amid the silent eaves For summer left behind. The golden hours might all depart; I knew not that the day had flown: My sunshine lay within the heart That beat so near my own. Now, spring has come, with flower and bird; And softly o'er the garden wails. By warm south breezes flushed and stirred. The perfumed blossom falls. New buds are on the hedgeside spray; New grasses fringe the country lane; But never in the old sweet way Shall we two stand again. My mother olasps my listless hand, And tells me that the roses blow. While all about the happy land Drifts fragrant hawthorn snow. But looking from my lonely room Adown the path, I only see Some white chrysanthemums in bloom Beneath a cherry tree! —E. Matheson, in Chambers' Journal.