I. <br /> <br />I went, alone, to the old familiar place <br />Where we often met,-- <br />When the twilight soften'd thy bright and radiant face <br />And the sun had set. <br />All things around seem'd whispering of the past, <br />With thine image blent-- <br />Even the changeful spray which the torrent cast <br />As it downward went! <br />I stood and gazed with a sad and heavy eye <br />On the waterfall-- <br />And with a shouting voice of agony <br />On thy name did call! <br /> <br />II. <br /> <br />With a yearning hope, from my wrung and aching heart <br />I call'd on thee-- <br />And the lonely echoes from the rocks above <br />They answer'd me! <br />Glad and familiar as a household word <br />Was that cherish'd name <br />But in that grieving hour, faintly heard, <br />'T was not the same! <br />Solemn and sad, with a distant knelling cry, <br />On my heart it fell-- <br />'T was as if the word 'Welcome' had been answer'd by <br />The word 'FAREWELL!'<br /><br />Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tryst-8/
