Ah! Happy Was I Yesternight.

    Ah! happy was I yesternight
        I trod the paths of love
    Within Elysian fields of bliss,
        Enchanted bowers above.

    A heavenly maiden by my side,
        So wondrous fair that e'en
    Surrounding nature shared her charms,
        Imparted to the scene.

    By smiling water-brooks we strolled,
        And joyous woods among,
    Whose every grove re-echoed tune
        From birds that gaily sung.

    We breathed the breath of fragrant flowers,
        That filled the scented air;
    The gentle zephyr fanned our cheeks,
        And waved her silken hair.

    We glided on through glassy glades,
        Where, in the golden glow,
    Fantastic forms by fancy framed
        Were flitting to and fro.

    She seeming spake, but 'twas not speech,
        The words were notes of love,
    Soft, silver sounds, as though they fell
        Strains from the harps above.

    The passing rapture of the hour
        'Tis folly to recall;
    All, all around was paradise,
        And she was queen of all.

    We parted: broken was the spell;
        The blissful dream was o'er;
    I stood upon the city street,
        Before her father's door.

    What though I wildly walked the hills,
        Nor any respite found!
    My thoughts as ghastly and as dark
        As were the shades around.

    What though since then in Stygian gloom
        My soul to grope is given!
    Can earth be else but dull to him,
        Who once has tasted heaven?

W. M. MacKeracher

W. M. MacKeracher was a poet known for his contributions to Canadian literature during the early 20th century. His works often focused on themes of nature, human emotion, and the simplicity of rural life. Though not as widely known as some of his contemporaries, MacKeracher's poetry has been appreciated for its lyrical quality and depth. Much of his work was published in regional journals and anthologies, capturing the essence of Canadian landscapes and the human experience within them. His exact birth and death dates remain obscure.

W. M. MacKeracher

Tea's Apologia.

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On Moving Into A New House.

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Nothing Too Good For The Irish.

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