Told. Rondel
Charles H.
Williams
Williams, Charles H.
C. H. W. (poet; Once a Week)
C. H. W.
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University of Victoria Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry Project
Victoria, BC, Canada
In the public domain
Poet attribution: possibly by Charles H. Williams, whose pseudonym for periodical poetry in Once a Week in the 1860s was C. H. W.
(AC)
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When Belle I met one starry night
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Told
.
Rondel
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When Belle I met one starry night
In “ that new world which is the old,”
A ring was witness to our plight,
And all my tale of love I told,
Time flew—we passed him in his flight !
Around us Heaven seem’d to fold !
When Belle I met one starry night
In “ that new world which is the old
!”
Her blushing face was rosy-white,
Her tresses rippled down in gold,
Her eyes were full of liquid light
That into mine in love-flames roll’d !
When Belle I met that starry night
In “ that new world which is the old
!”
C. H. W.