Glimpse Of An Old Love

                                                      By “Jay Archer Thorne”

I saw her but a moment in the little country store,

My eyes were fastened on her as she came in through the door;

She came along toward me, fair as ever, yea, more fair,

And my eyes were fastened on her with a dumb and searching stare.

The light fell full upon her while it shielded me somewhat,

And again I drank her beauty although rooted to the spot;

Then she stopped and colored slightly – how I yearned to see her smile;

How I longed to see her ruby lips part for a little while.

How my every nerve went tingling as her lustrous eyes met mine;

How my heart leaped with emotion! – then she turned without a sign;

Without a sign of recognition, and she shortly left the store,

And my eyes were fastened on her as she passed beyond the door.

I took one step toward her, then halted – she was gone –

And I knew it was forever, and I paced the streets forlorn.

Then I came back to the city where I pass the dreary day,

But my eyes are fastened on her tho’ she’s miles and miles away.

May 5, ‘92

Pub. in the Conn. Valley Ad.