When We Shall Meet.

    When we shall meet, I strangely know
    The mad emotions that shall flow
        Across my heart all quivering,
        Beneath the raptures he shall bring
    From angel years that gladdened so.

    And I all shy and silent grow
    Beneath his glance of gladness, though
        Wild yearnings through my bosom spring,
        When we shall meet.

    Till joyful tears of passion show,
    And to his kind embrace I throw
        My heart unworthy, and I cling
        With deathless fondness to the king
    I worshipped in the Long Ago,
        When we shall meet!

Freeman Edwin Miller

Freeman Edwin Miller was an American poet, journalist, and teacher, best known for his work in Oklahoma. Born on November 9, 1864, in New Jersey, Miller moved to Oklahoma in 1894, where he became a prominent figure in the literary and educational communities. He is remembered for his contributions to early Oklahoma literature, as well as his work in promoting education and journalism in the region. He passed away on July 14, 1951.

Freeman Edwin Miller

Sonnet.

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Winters On The Farm.

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In The Vales.

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Had We Not Met.

    Had we not met, the brooding woe
    And all the griefs that greater grow,
        Might not have been, and happy-wise
        Our lives have laughed with lullabies
    And quaffed such joys as few may know.

    Our days beneath embittered skies
    Where anguish moans and sorrow cries,
        Might not have wept and wandered so,
        Had we not met!

    But ah, my darling! All we prize,--
    Love and sweet trust that never dies,
        Wild yearnings that with constant flow
        From kindred heart to bosom go,--
    Would never in our souls had rise,
        Had we not met!

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Reconciled.

    We meet again beyond the barren past,
        Beyond the pride, the sorrows and the tears;
        And yearnings leave the strife and hate of years
    To flood our souls with perfect peace at last!
    Our hearts forget the wrong so deep and vast,
        The wounding words and all the cruel woe,
        Till joy is all our bounding bosoms know,
    And life is glad with happiness at last.

    Love, deathless and forgiving, crowns with bays
        The future and our hopes, as full of grace,
    As youth had fondly dreamed in other days,
        When first we knew how sweet was her embrace.
    God's endless purpose guides the feet of men;
    Beyond our pride we meet in love again!

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Estranged.

    Though far apart, my darling, side by side
        We wander still and our fond yearnings meet,
        As when our hearts with highest raptures beat
    Before our footsteps trod the paths of pride;
    Our close companionship hath never died;
        True love and trust are always fair and sweet,
    And time from life's best hopes can never hide
        A kindred soul that made its own complete!
    So thou, dear one, shall come once more to me,
        The sweeter grown for all thy years of pain;
    My longing arms shall open wide for thee,
        And thou shalt nestle on my breast again;
    Then perfect love shall richly crown the years,
    And both be better for our griefs and tears.

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Ex Anima.

    The gloomy hours of silence wake
        Remembrance and her train,
    And phantoms through the fancies chase
        The mem'ries that remain;
    And hidden in the dark embrace
        Of days that now are gone,
    I see a form, a fairy form,
        And fancy hurries on!

    I see the old familiar smile,
        I hear the tender tone,
    I greet the softness of the glance
        That cheered me when alone;
    The ruby chains of rich romance
        That bound our bosoms o'er,
    I still can know, I still can feel,
        As they were felt before.

    I name the vows, the fresh young vows,
        That we together said;
    What matters it? She can not know;
        She slumbers with the dead!
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Spinsterhood.

    Alone, alone, in the twilight gray,
        In the shadows so dark and dim,
    I watch through all of the weary hours,
        And I wait with my heart for him;
    For him who'll come, when he comes at all,
        As my king and warrior bold;
    Whose form so tall is my fortress wall
        And whose heart is a chunk of gold.

    Again, again, do I dream the dreams,
        All the dreams that my young heart knew,
    And through my soul do the yearnings thrill
        As of old they were wont to do;
    I know in truth when his face I see,
        I shall fall at his shining feet,
    Where'er it be and whoever is he,
        In the light of his glances sweet.

    I wait in vain for the sounds that rise
        From the tread of his ...

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When Thou Art Near.

    When thou art near, with gladdest grace
    My heart is held in fond embrace,
        For laughing lips with raptures bless
        The toils and tears of my distress,
    And woes within me have no place.

    The halting hours with hurried pace
    Whirl wildly on through happy space,
        And life is light with happiness,
        When thou art near.

    Like mortals whom an angel race
    Renews with gladness face to face,
        I thrill with Love's unseen caress
        That holy hands upon me press,
    And Heaven's pleasures all I trace,
        When thou art near.

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