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Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889


By Laura Redden Searing (Howard Glyndon) (1840–1923)

[Born in Somerset Co., Md., 1840. Died in San Mateo Co., Ca., 1923. Sounds from Secret Chambers. By Howard Glyndon. 1873.]

O LOVE, so sweet at first,

So bitter in the end!

Thou canst be fiercest foe,

As well as fairest friend.

Are these poor, withered leaves

The fruitage of thy May?

Thou that wert strong to save,

How art thou swift to slay!

Ay, thou art swift to slay,

Despite thy kiss and clasp,

Thy long, caressing look,

Thy subtle, thrilling grasp!

Ay, swifter far to slay

Than thou art strong to save,

And selfish in thy need,

And cruel as the grave.

Yes, cruel as the grave,—

Go, go, and come no more!

But, canst thou set my heart

Just where it was before?

Go, go,—and come no more!

Go, leave me with my tears,

The only gift of thine

That shall outlive the years.

Yet shall outlive the years

One other, cherished thing,

Slight as a vagrant plume

Shed from some passing wing:—

The memory of thy first

Divine, half-timid kiss.

Go! I forgive thee all

In weeping over this!