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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409089" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Second Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409089" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Could I reveal the secret joy<br>Thy presence always with it brings,<br>The memories so strangely waked<br>Of long forgotten things,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409089" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The love, the hope, the fear, the grief,<br>Which with that voice come back to me, --<br>Thou wouldst forgive the impassioned gaze<br>So often turned on thee.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409089" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It was, indeed, that early love,<br>But foretaste of this second one, --<br>The soft light of the morning star<br>Before the morning sun.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409089" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The same dark beauty in her eyes,<br>The same blonde hair and placid brow,<br>The same deep-meaning, quiet smile<br>Thou bendest on me now,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409089" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She might have been, she WAS no more<br>Than what a prescient hope could make, --<br>A dear presentiment of thee<br>I loved but for thy sake.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Henry+Timrod">Henry Timrod</a></strong></div>