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Ella Wheeler Wilcox - In Faith

When the soft sweet wind o' the south went by, 
I dwelt in the light of a dark brown eye; 
And out where the robin sang his song, 
We lived and loved, while the days were long.

In the sweet, sweet eves, when the moon swung high, 
We wandered under the starry sky; 
Or sat in the porch, and the moon looked through
The latticed wall where the roses grew.

My lips, that hd no lover's kiss, 
You taught the art, till they trilled in bliss; 
And the moon, and the stars, and the roses knew
That the heart you won was pure and true.

But true hearts weary men, maybe, 
For you grew weary of love, and me.
Over the porch the dead vines hang, 
And a mourning dove sobs where the robin sang.

In a warmer clime does another sigh
Under the light of your dark brown eye? 
Did you follow the soft sweet wing o' the south, 
And are you kissing a redder mouth? 

Lips may be redder, and eyes more bright; 
The face may be fairer you see to-night; 
But never, love, while the stars shall shine, 
Will you find a heart that is truer than mine.

Sometime, perhaps, when south winds blow, 
You will think of a love you used to know; 
Sometime, perhaps, when a robin sings, 
Your heart will go back to olden things.

Sometime you will weary of this world's arts, 
Of deceit and change and hollow hearts, 
And, wearying, sigh for the 'used to be, '
And your feet will turn to the porch, and me.

I shall watch for you here when days grow long; 
I shall list for your step through the robin's song; 
I shall sit in the porch where the moon looks through, 
And a vacant chair will wait - for you.

You may stray, and forget, and rove afar, 
But my changeless love, like the polar star, 
Will draw you at length o'er land and sea -
And I know you will yet come back to me.

The years may come, and the years may go, 
But sometime again, when south winds blow, 
When roses bloom, and the moon swings high, 
I shall live in he light of your dark brown eye. 

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