James Whitcomb Riley's "Leonainie" as it appeared in The Kokomo Dispatch on August 3, 1877.

Leonainie—Angels named her;
    And they took the light
Of the laughing stars and framed her
    In a smile of white;
        And they made her hair of gloomy
        Midnight, and her eyes of bloomy
        Moonshine, and they brought her to me
    In the solemn night.—

In a solemn night of summer,
    When my heart of gloom
Blossomed up to greet the comer
    Like a rose in bloom;
        All forebodings that distressed me
        I forgot as joy caressed me—
        (Lying Joy! that caught and pressed me
    In the arms of doom!)

Only spake the little lisper
    In the Angel-tongue;
Yet I, listening, heard her whisper—
    "Songs are only sung
        Here below that they may grieve you—
        Tales but told you to deceive you,—
        So must Leonainie leave you
    While her love is young."

Then God smiled and it was morning.
    Matchless and supreme,
Heaven's glory seemed adorning
    Earth with its esteem:
        Every heart but mine seemed gifted
        With the voice of prayer, and lifted
        Where my Leonainie drifted
    From me like a dream.