Sister, since I saw thee last
O’er my brow a change has passed.
Then my heart with blithe and gay,
As the morn in summer day,
And my step was light and free,
Life was all a dream to me
Now my heart throbs wild and deep,
Sister, I have need to weep.

Often now, I scare know why,
Heaves my bosom with a sigh,
And the smiles that should be gay,
Fade in peevishness away,
And in wakefulness I seem
To be living in a dream,
And a dream so wildly deep,
That I start as one in sleep.

Ask me now, my sister dear,
Why within mine eyes a tear,
From the fountains of the heart
Hath so soon been forced to start.
Ask not, gentle sister, why
I thus early learned to sigh –
Memory but mocks my pain,
And whispers, thou hast loved in vain.

Author: Mrs. Emeransa E. Chilson
Composed a short time before her death.
Submitted by E. M. Carpenter, Lakeville

Signs of the Times
Volume 28, Number 7; April 1, 1860

Below are the songs that were made from the poem using AI. They are identified
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