The Old Story
When visions of
her face come o’er me
Of her sweet face so far away,
I say what lovers said before me,
What lovers will forever say:
That flowers bloom sweeter for her being,
That bird sing sweeter for her seeing,
The grass is greener, skies more blue.
That all things take a richer hue;
Lovers have said these things before
Lover will say them evermore
O sweet young love
that in all ages
Bears ever one eternal form!
With lasting youth your oldest pages
Glow ever, ever fresh and warm,
O dear old story, every young !
Poets have painted, artist sung;
Sure naught in life is half so sweet
Death cannot make you incomplete
Lovers have said these things before
Lovers will say them evermore.
Title: The Old Story
Author: Unknown
Location: Unknown
Estimated Date: 1866- 1870
Media: One column newspaper article, glued to Page 194 of the Ledger of
Captain W. B. Blair
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