“Chansonnette” by Charles Fenno Hoffman

by theliterarymaiden

(From The Poems of Charles Fenno Hoffman, 1873.)

Charles Fenno Hoffman

IT haunts me yet ! that early dream
Of first fond Love ;
Like the ice that floats in a summer stream
From frozen fount above,
Through my river of life ’twill drifting gleam,
Wherever its waves may flow ;
Flashing athwart each sunny hour
With a strangely bright but chilling power,
Ever and ever to mock their tide
With its illusive glow ;
A fragment of hopes that were petrified
Long—long ago !