Treasured Memories.

The playful way thy wanton hair

Was tossing in the wind;

Thy girlish, vain vexation

Is treasured in my mind.

Held in my heart each sacred spot,

O'er which we roamed at will:

The rose that bloomed upon thy breast

Blooms in my memory still.

Still do I see thy sunny smile,

In sportive dimples traced,

Like truant beams of morning light

By flitting fairies chased.

Thy merry, maiden laughter still

Is ringing in my ear,

As silver streams in sylvan shades

Make music sweet to hear.