by: Henry Timrod (1829-1867)
- OULD I reveal the secret joy
- Thy presence always with it brings,
- The memories so strangely waked
- Of long forgotten things,
- The love, the hope, the fear, the grief,
- Which with that voice come back to me, --
- Thou wouldst forgive the impassioned gaze
- So often turned on thee.
- It was, indeed, that early love,
- But foretaste of this second one, --
- The soft light of the morning star
- Before the morning sun.
- The same dark beauty in her eyes,
- The same blonde hair and placid brow,
- The same deep-meaning, quiet smile
- Thou bendest on me now.
- She might have been, she was no more
- Than what a prescient hope could make, --
- A dear presentiment of thee
- I loved but for thy sake.
POEMS BY HENRY TIMROD
"Second Love" is reprinted
from The Poems of Henry Timrod. Ed. Paul H. Hayne. New
York: E. J. Hale & Son, 1873.