To----These lines were supposed to be written by a Southern girl to her betrothed, who refused to return and fight for his native State until self-interest compelled him. It is needless to say the engagement was broken off. I have met thee once again — not a tear was in my eye,
In my heart no lingering tenderness, for all that had gone by;
I felt my spirits strength-girt, with more than common power,
And blest the welcome destiny that tested me that hour.
With eager eyes around me, who vainly hoped to see
Some portion of that feeling they deemed I had for thee,
With none to whisper one kind word, encouraging my heart,
And waken more of scorn and pride than manner dared impart.
Alone I met thy downcast eye; ah! well thou didst not raise
Thy guilty eye to meet the haughty welcome of my gaze;
'Twas coward-like to seek me beneath my sacred roof
When all things slumber — e'en the eye that might have flashed reproof.
Wise as thou wert, in knowledge of hypocrisy and guile,
Sorrow taught my woman's heart — I met thee with a smile;
But when thy hand sought mine with a friendly grasp and bold,
I felt the life-blood at my heart was turning sick and cold. 
Yet watchful eyes were round us, they saw thy proffered hand,
And heard thy words of greeting — open, courteous, bland;
I met thy clasp as calmly as the rock the wavelet's spray,
Then to more welcome guests as calmly turned away.