From Winchester News, August 18, 1865 , are two short poems, possibly both by Barry Cornwall, but the first almost certainly is his. This front-page news reads: Should you dream ever of the days departed— Of youth and morning no more to return— Forget not me, so fond and passionate-hearted : Quiet at last, reposing Under the moss and fern. There, where the fretful lake in stormy weather Comes circling round the reddening churchyard pines, Rest, and call back the hours we lost together, Taking of hope, and soaring Beyond poor earth’s confines. If, for those heavenly dreams too dimly sighted, You became false—why, ’tis a story old ; I, overcome by pain and unrequited, Faded at last, and slumber Under the autumn mould. Farewell, farewell ! No longer plighted lovers, Doomed for a day to sigh for sweet return; One lives, indeed; one-heart the green earth covers— Quiet at last, reposing Under the moss and fern. I've been hoping to uncover some local writing talent i...
Forgotten history fished from the river of forgetfulness