Littell's Living Age/Volume 162/Issue 2094/Parting

saw me safely up the hill, (The day was almost spent,) And there you told me you must go: We parted, and you went.

But I stood still and watched the woods Glow with the setting sun, And gazed upon the little path That you were winding down.

And there the spire amongst the trees, Still in the sunlight gleamed, But I turned down the other side, And oh, how dark it seemed!

In dreams, how many times since then I've parted from you so! My heart dwells on the hilltop yet, And gazes down below.