Poems (Chitwood)/Observations at a Party

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OBSERVATIONS AT A PARTY.
I know there seems a halo Around her golden curls,That they sparkle with the splendor Of diamonds and of pearls; ​I know her lips are smiling, And her brow is wondrous fair;But I know, at heart, a canker Corrodes each pleasure there.
For at times her eyes are downcast, Half shadowed with her tears;And her lips conceal their quiver By the smile that soon appears.I see her snowy fingers Close clasp'd upon her brow:I tell you, she remembers Her first love, even now.
I heard her sweetly singing A well remembered song;Her lips began to falter Amid the merry throng;And I know upon her spirit There nestled, like a dove,The face, the form and features Of her young heart's dearest love.
Yes, yes she does remember Her first love, even now;She would take a wreath of roses For the jewels on her brow;And exchange that splendid mansion, And costly robes, to beAttired in simple muslin, In a cabin-home with thee.
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Do you notice what a scorning On her red lip seems to playWhen she speaks to him whose jewels Made her throw her heart away?She is trying to be happy— She is trying to forget;But, I tell you, she remembers Her first love, even yet.

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