A GIRL WENT BY. (More Lenore)

Car went by, three men and a GIRL;
And two dogs-
I wondered WHO COULD THAT GIRL BE?
She waved her little hands to me-
She waved so long and glad and spry,
Like an Angel going by!

Fall days, on the “Hill” are long-
Little there is to weave in song-
She waved to me, with a passing smile-
And our eyes met……… a little while!

O heart of mine, we should not worry so-
Too soon the WEST WIND calls-
And we must go-
No more to write these little lines of song!
I lay my pencil down…. for long and long.
Yaaaaa I lay my pencil down for LONG AND LONG!

Lenore.

Poe once DREAMED of a Sainted Maiden,
Far within a distant Aden,
Just a fair and Friendly Maiden,
Whome the Angels named Lenore.

And tho I am old and ailing-
In the twilight, never failing,
Comes the Early Dream of Sunrise-
That the YEARS HAVE CLOUDED O’ER.

Like the murmur of the river -
As it flows along the shore-
Or the WHISPER OF THE PINE TREES-
Comes that Angel Name…. LENORE.

This I whispered, and an echo,
Brought me back, the name, Lenore!
Just the Lost name, of a MAIDEN,
Whome the Angels named Lenore!