I found it on the table
When I came in to-night;
And, now, tho’ scarcely able,
A line I would indite.
All, now, you say, is ended.
You’ve sent me everything;
With “thanks in full”, extended,
In tones that pierce and sting.
I ope with trembling fingers,
And look the treasures o’er;
A sort of presence lingers
Around the gems you wore.
Yes; here is every token,
The trifles, with the dear; –
But, Oh! the heart you’ve broken,
I do not find it here!
March 9, 1895
Pub. in Boston Courier,
April 7, 1895
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