Oft on that latest star of purest light, <br /> That hovers on the verge of morning gray, <br />I gaze, and think of eyes that gleam'd as bright, <br /> As fondly linger'd, and yet pass’d away. <br /> <br />While this true heart in every throb can tell <br /> 'Tis changeless since the first fond hour we met— <br />While at thy name it wakes, as to a spell, <br /> I feel 'tis not in nature to forget! <br /> <br />Thou canst not have forgot the tender hour <br /> When we our parting tears together shed; <br />Thou canst not have forgot the fading flower <br /> That ask'd thy hand to raise its drooping head. <br /> <br />Thy voice, thy looks, thy sighs, too truly spoke— <br /> Oh! how could they deceive thyself and me? <br />No! death alone the bond of truth has broke, <br /> And cast oblivion on the world and thee!<br /><br />Louisa Stuart Costello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lines-oft-on-that-latest-star/
