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| Bayou Coden By: Lollie Belle Moore Wylie (1858-1923) At Bayou Coden, were the wild waves roar Where sof winds sign and fierce winds blow, Where the rarest of flowers, Twine themselves in sweet bowers, Stands a beautiful cot by the wave-beaten shore. For years it has stood in a sweet orange glade. Woo'd by the zephyrs that wantonly strayed In mirthful glee From over the sea Coyly kissing the flowers that sleep in its shade. "Tis a beautiful cot just built for a dream, With its fragrant shade, and shimmering gleam Of moon on the leaves Of the dark orange trees, The sweet bower-roses and murmuring stream. And there in the happy days of old, I wove a dream all wrought with gold, And dreamed of a future wonderous bright, Weaving no dark threads in with the light, To dim the gloss of its sheeny fold. For I was young,; and the future seemed So bright and fair! I idly dreamed, For a cruel blast In the bitter past Swept the love from my heart that so proudly gleamed. And oft when memory searches o'er The varied dreams of long ago, Tho' shadowed deepest I find the sweetest That broken dream by the wave-beaten shore. (submitted by Ann Taylor Boutwell) |
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