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 BY 
 ARTHUR WENTWORTH HEWITT 
 
 
 COLONIAL PRESS 
 
 C. H. SIMONDS COMPANY 
 
 BOSTON 
 

 Copyright, 1916 
 By Arthur Wentworth Hewitt 
 
 JAN 20 1916 
 
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POEMS 
 
 
 PAGE 
 
 The Wayfarer 
 
 9 
 
 The Follower 
 
 12 
 
 The Endless Quest . . . . 
 
 13 
 
 Blue Hills Beyond the Green 
 
 15 
 
 The Wayside Tree 
 
 18 
 
 The Bells of Eternity 
 
 23 
 
 Seven Songs of Evening 
 
 28 
 
 The Lost Illusion . . . . 
 
 34 
 
 A Song of Her 
 
 39 
 
 Heartache 
 
 40 
 
 Beside my Cottage Door 
 
 41 
 
 The Ballad of Broken Links . 
 
 45 
 
 April and Indian Summer . 
 
 49 
 
 Eileen of Inverlin 
 
 51 
 
 The Gawky 
 
 54 
 
 The Shepherd's Daughter 
 
 57 
 
 The Wraith of Robin 
 
 61 
 
 By the Moon of Hallowe'en . 
 
 . 66 
 
 Norna Thornton 
 
 . 75 
 
 Evil Ivan's Bride 
 
 . 80 
 
 Vengeance Is Mine . 
 
 88 
 
 The Evenstar .... 
 
 . 102 
 
 In Shadowland .... 
 
 . 109 
 
 The Shadow Brother 
 
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 THE WAYFARER. 
 
 One league, ten leagues, and a thousand, onward 
 
 into the night; 
 The lone, low hillsides darken, the stars are 
 
 wildly bright. 
 From the dimness of leagues beyond me, their 
 
 journeyings only begun, 
 The stars of the wearying thousands shine w^eari- 
 
 less over this one. 
 
 For only one do we travel, w^here one by one in 
 
 the dark 
 From lone abysses of dimness each league has its 
 
 several spark. 
 'Twas one by one that we traveled the leagues 
 
 that behind us are past — 
 We walk but one in the present, and die in one 
 
 at the last. 
 
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 Who walks one step of the journey may not for- 
 ever turn back; 
 
 Who steps no foot of the journey must wither 
 and die in his track. 
 
 From the days of loves that will linger and 
 sweeten through all he aspires, 
 
 He must trample all he has cherished to stand 
 on the height he desires. 
 
 But the still, small voice of his Being will call 
 
 him away and afar 
 Where loom his delectable mountains, where 
 
 shines his delectable star; 
 Where ever, but ever beyond him, still ever he 
 
 knows he shall gain 
 The hills of his ultimate Being, the crown of 
 
 his ultimate pain. 
 
 Yet on through the leagues and the dimness, ah, 
 
 yet to the mountains above. 
 He will yearn with unquenchable longing and 
 
 throb with unhealable love; 
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Still gleams, in the homeland behind him, the 
 
 hallowed, enhaloing light 
 As it shone when he left it forever, a vagabond 
 
 into the night. 
 
 Oh, long and homeless the journeys, and dim 
 the wild starlight gleam 
 
 Till pilgrims and strangers have crossed all 
 purple peaks of their dream 
 
 To the land where the light that darkened in the 
 dim, long journeys we trod 
 
 We shall greet for once and forever, the Un- 
 speakable Glory of God. 
 
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 THE FOLLOWER. 
 
 By starless night, or morning 
 
 Auroral and sublime, 
 On winter wind or vernal, 
 Relentless and eternal, 
 I hear the ancient warning 
 
 The hills of soul to climb. 
 
 Through death and desolation, 
 Through hope and happy things; 
 
 Through valleys vast and hollow. 
 
 O'er hills, I follow, follow 
 
 The eerie aspiration 
 
 Of ghostly whisperings. 
 
 Oh, joy to follow faster. 
 
 By rocky road or green! 
 I who have rested never 
 Shall ask no rest for ever 
 Of Destiny, my master. 
 
 Immortal and unseen. 
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 THE ENDLESS QUEST. 
 
 The old, eternal calling, love, 
 
 Is sounding in my soul; 
 The steps afar are falling, love, 
 
 I foUov^ toward the goal. 
 
 The angel wearies never, love, 
 Who has her pilgrim trained 
 
 To seek one quest forever, love. 
 Forever unattained. 
 
 I know not where she leads me, love, 
 
 I only know 'tis far; 
 I know not if she heeds me, love. 
 
 Where death and heartbreak are. 
 
 Oh, tired to-day with roaming, love. 
 And leagues on leagues to roam. 
 
 My soul, that has no homing, love. 
 Has slept and dreamed of home. 
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 T wake as day is failing, love — 
 
 On forest hills afar 
 The whippoorwills are wailing, love. 
 
 Unto the evening star. 
 
 The night is dark and eerie, love. 
 
 And lonely is the quest; 
 O fold my heart — 'tis weary, love - 
 
 To-night upon thy breast! 
 
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JI^UVP Df tlftt l^OVttt 
 
 BLUE HILLS BEYOND THE GREEN. 
 
 My home was In the highlands, 
 Where shone in emerald sheen 
 
 The leaves and vines and grasses 
 Upon the hills of green. 
 
 But all my heart grew restless, 
 
 And all my soul forgot 
 The things of its possession 
 
 For things possessed not. 
 
 Beyond the greener highlands 
 
 I saw the ranges lie, 
 The azure mountain ranges, 
 
 Against the azure sky. 
 
 They shone in violet colors 
 
 Against the sunset sheen; 
 The far off hills of azure 
 
 Were fairer than the green. 
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 And so I left the homeland 
 Where all my memories are, 
 
 To seek through all the distance 
 The hills of blue afar. 
 
 From all my vines and orchards, 
 From all my soul had gained. 
 
 From all my heart's attainments, 
 I sought my unattained. 
 
 The way was long and weary, 
 My heart grew strange and lone; 
 
 But now at last the ranges 
 Are near and are my own. 
 
 But all the hills are barren. 
 And all the hills are brown; 
 
 Beneath my feet they darken, 
 And like the desert frown. 
 
 And once before I perish 
 My wayward glances roam, 
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 And turn with speechless longing 
 Back to my hills of home. 
 
 Oh, mine no more for ever! 
 
 Oh, fair they shine to view, 
 The hills from whence I wandered 
 
 Far off — and azure blue! 
 
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 THE WAYSIDE TREE. 
 
 A shade for the sunny sod 
 Was made by the Mighty God, 
 
 Who said, long years ago: 
 " From yonder naked clod 
 
 Let branching beauty grow." 
 
 For lovers and pilgrims were there, 
 Men weary, and men In despair, 
 And souls who had love for the Fair, 
 And God for them all had a care, 
 So God upraised a tree — 
 Aye blessed be the God of the tree! 
 And, long though the years may be, 
 What need of hurry hath He? 
 Who Is all the gods and fate 
 Can well afford to wait — 
 
 Ah well, 'tis this, my song: 
 God raised the wayside tree 
 
 Through half a century long. 
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 Lo, half a hundred years 
 That slowly sail on our tears 
 To the place where lost years go 
 (Which God alone can know) 
 God gave to one lone tree — 
 So long that man might smile 
 And weep and pray a while 
 
 And greet eternity; 
 So long that babes unborn 
 Have seen the light of morn, 
 Grown grey, and died forlorn, 
 
 Such weary years to dree. 
 God called the years well spent. 
 The half a hundred lent 
 
 To that lone, beautiful tree. 
 
 Lo! toward its mighty root 
 Comes, axe in hand, the brute; 
 And fifty years of God 
 He levels to the sod! 
 
 (Yea, trees of the forest there were, 
 Signs of the Infinite care; 
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 Birches and maples and fir, 
 
 Fuel and lumber were there, 
 
 Enough for him, and to spare; 
 
 Coal mother earth did bear — 
 
 No matter — what did he care?) 
 Straightway the iron he swung 
 
 On the poem the Father began. 
 Beauty and soul far flung. 
 On a song that God had sung 
 
 The iron discordant ran; 
 Struck Ideality's plan. 
 Beauty for the soul of man. 
 
 And a shade for the fevered head — 
 Oh, loss irrelievable now. 
 
 For, ere a half century's fled, 
 Another may shelter the brow. 
 
 But the brow neath its shade will be dead J 
 
 Oh, many and many an hour. 
 
 Like many and many a man, 
 I've sat by the branching bower — 
 
 Its leaves were as cool as a fan. 
 There, wearied on the quest 
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 My soul forever seeks, 
 I sat me down to rest 
 
 And watch my purple peaks. 
 Delectable and far, 
 
 Against the sunset gates. 
 Where shines the evening star. 
 
 And all my glory waits, 
 I saw them shining fair. 
 
 And wondrous peace was mine, 
 
 And whispers came divine 
 Upon the evening air. 
 Oh, many a blazing noon 
 
 The shade would intervene ; 
 
 And at night, through the branches green, 
 I have watched the pallid moon — 
 But now, no more! no more! 
 
 The man who cut the tree 
 
 Has cut my rest from me, 
 And now my heart is sore. 
 
 Ay, curse him! Shatter him, all 
 
 Ye demons, at every turn. 
 The beast of all beasts that crawl ! 
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 God grant him in Hell to burn 
 Till the last of the timbers fall 
 
 To ashes, which fashioned the tree! 
 
 And then may the brute go free 
 To whimper at Heaven's wall ; 
 
 But then will not bloom for me 
 
 Again my beautiful tree, 
 Though all my tears should fall. 
 
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 THE BELLS OF ETERNITY. 
 
 Only a hermit, he 
 
 Evermore hears, 
 Under the glistening 
 Moonbeams a-listening. 
 Tones of eternity 
 
 Sweet to his ears; 
 Low, but insistently, 
 Solemnly, distantly, 
 Wafted on winds of the 
 
 Whispering years. 
 With his fraternity 
 (Squirrels and wandering 
 Things) he is pondering 
 
 Echoes he hears 
 Evermore stealing 
 And tolling and pealing — 
 The bells of eternity 
 
 Sweet to his ears. 
 
IS^uvp of tftt Kortti 
 
 These are his churches, 
 The maples and birches, 
 The elms and the covering 
 Blue of the hovering 
 
 Heavens of God; 
 While as he crosses 
 His grasses and mosses, 
 He thinks it no loss his 
 
 Cathedral is trod 
 Only by mellowing 
 Twilight enhaloing 
 Angels who whisper the 
 
 Glory of God, 
 And by the morning 
 Or sunset, adorning 
 His fonts, the wild fountains 
 That rush down the mountains 
 
 Past his abode. 
 
 (Hush! in the gloaming, 
 Hesperus-homing 
 
 Rays of the sun 
 Smile on the roaming 
 
 Eremite one. 
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 Then is It strange his 
 Crimsoning changes 
 Down the blue ranges 
 
 Far in the west, 
 Hint of the home 
 
 And the hills of his rest? 
 Whence ever come, 
 
 Distantly stealing. 
 
 Tones of the pealing 
 Bells of eternity. 
 
 Sweet to his ears. 
 Wafted on winds of the 
 
 Whispering years.) 
 
 Hush! for It passes the 
 Emerald grasses, the 
 Whispering wind of the 
 
 Vanishing years. 
 Under the quivering 
 Leaflets delivering 
 
 Into his ears 
 Words of the withering 
 
 Joys of the years, — 
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Blooming like dawn in a 
 
 Glory of light, 
 Fading and gone in a 
 Gloom, as of night. 
 Fleeting and 
 Fleeting and 
 Fleeting in tears! 
 Meeting us, 
 Greeting us, 
 Fading and fleeting thus. 
 Vanish the years. 
 
 Leave him a-pondering, 
 Here mid his wandering 
 
 Wildling fraternity. 
 Time only swells 
 Tones of the bells 
 Tolling on dells, 
 
 And woods he will roam 
 Ringing and warning. 
 Gloaming and morning. 
 
 Calling him home — 
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 Bells of eternity, 
 
 Sweet to his ears; 
 Echoing, stealing, 
 Tolling and pealing, 
 Wafted on winds of the 
 
 Whispering years. 
 
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IS^uvp of tije TSTottti 
 
 SEVEN SONGS OF EVENING. 
 
 I. 
 
 While softly radiant is the afterglow 
 A faint and far intoning of deep bells, 
 Dying away in distance down the dells, 
 
 Is chiming on the evening air. I know 
 
 The quaint old lichen tinted church, below 
 A stone old ivied steeple green and bright, 
 Beside the ancient elms, in sunset light 
 
 That smiles on mounds of burials long ago. 
 There slumber under mossy monuments 
 
 The fathers, nevermore to hear the slow 
 
 Old bells sublimely swinging to and fro. 
 
 Their solemn, fading cadence flinging thence. 
 
 The bells are hushed, and now the veery — hark! 
 
 A song and then a silence and the dark! 
 
 II. 
 
 Beneath the ancient elms that stand around 
 The country graveyard in the lonely vale 
 I stand at sunset, where the myrtles trail 
 
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 And lichened marble over mossy mound 
 In vain would whisper, " Death is on this 
 ground." 
 The violets blossom in the greening grass, 
 Wild roses bud, and ever, as they pass. 
 The orioles and veeries sprinkle sound 
 Down into evening's green and golden glow, 
 And beauty lays on death and everything 
 The old immortal joyance of the spring. 
 Like Memnon to the morning long ago. 
 The very marbles sing, with rapture rife, 
 " I am the resurrection and the life." 
 
 III. 
 
 O lonely moon that movest up the sky. 
 If fairer bark e'er sailed a softer sea 
 I know not where! In blue infinity 
 
 Among the fleecy floating cloudlets I, 
 
 Sitting within thy hollow shell on high, 
 As a babe in a golden bowl to float in glee, 
 Am fain to float afar to-night with thee. 
 
 Wild wonders down blue seas of air to spy. 
 
 There, rocking on the billows of the breeze, 
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 The green old ocean's bosom heaving bare, 
 The lofty mountains lifting through the air, 
 
 The far off little lovers under trees 
 
 By houses big as boxes — I would stare, 
 
 Peering over thy brim, to look at these. 
 
 IV. 
 
 A fearsome, creeping, inky, starless night! 
 
 The velvet monster muffles dismally 
 All things from vision, yet is out of sight; 
 
 Eyes straining from their sockets could not see 
 His eldritch shape, nor misers aught behold 
 Though walking half a yard from heaps of gold. 
 
 Their tender babes might mothers laughingly 
 Lead under trees whence Death, all ghastly, 
 
 leans. 
 The lewdest boor might think on shelling beans. 
 
 While Aphrodite naked from the sea 
 Walked half a rod before him. Serpent's hiss 
 
 Or wolf's bare fang might ambush man to- 
 night. 
 I wonder is the breathless grave like this? 
 
 It is as if God died who made the light. 
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 V. 
 Bewildering, awaking star on star, 
 
 Capella, Vega, and the Pleiades, 
 
 In crystal constellations when one sees 
 Step forth on sapphire battlements afar, 
 And wondering thinks what boundless spaces are 
 
 Between the closest, where perchance is 
 whirled 
 
 Round the Galaxy's least atom many a world 
 That dwarfeth this, Infinity seems far. 
 Then search all rolling worlds and gather all 
 
 The drops of water, fire, and grains of sand; 
 All leaves that ever fell, all flakes that fall — 
 
 Make each lone atom in a sum so grand, 
 A billion rolling aeons, let them flee — 
 'Tis not a moment of Eternity. 
 
 VI. 
 
 The rain has fallen all the afternoon ; 
 
 The soft gray twilight's robe with rain is 
 dripping; 
 The drowsy blossoms nod beneath the boon 
 Of needed bath, and all the earth is sipping. 
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 Brown rivulets are running down the road; 
 
 Mud puddles in the ceaseless raining wrinkle; 
 And polished pebbles roll, anew bestowed 
 
 By dashing drops that round them drip and 
 sprinkle. 
 On rocks and pasture, pool, and brooklet splash- 
 ing, 
 On grass and trees that long will drip ere 
 drying; 
 On window panes all day I've watched the dash- 
 ing, 
 But oh! the joy of gentle night, and lying 
 Beneath the slanted roof where softly mingles 
 With sleep the patter, patter on the shingles! 
 
 VII. 
 
 O soul, one song more sing of evenfall, 
 Of soft and lone and wondrous April-tide! 
 
 Again the golden hermit thrushes call. 
 
 And o'er the world the rainwinds wander wide. 
 
 But mellow more than haloes fall the rays 
 Of setting sunlight on the grasses brown; 
 
 The whippoorwills bewail the closing days, 
 
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 And swollen brooks to the valleys gurgle 
 down. 
 Green singers piping shrill in silver song 
 
 Along the lonely valleys and the swales, 
 (Clear ringing choruses through evenings long 
 
 Till mellow music over all prevails). 
 The little frogs are singing, wild with spring! 
 My heart will break if more I try to sing. 
 
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I^atji of tJie Xortib 
 
 THE LOST ILLUSION. 
 
 Floating mellow through the pathos of the April 
 evening twilight, 
 I have seen again the vision of my love of long 
 ago. 
 Down the darkening abysses of my soul her angel 
 eyellght 
 Smiles to life the love, the longing, and the 
 unforgotten woe. 
 
 Haloed bright with utter glory, such as lights 
 the golden bridal 
 When the memories of April kiss the hopes 
 forever dead, 
 Thou hast all the wild, sad splendor of my 
 dreamland's broken Idol, 
 Thou art all as I had dreamed thee, with the 
 haloes round thy head. 
 
 Art thou come from violet mountains of that 
 distant past whose dimness 
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 Scarce permits to dying echoes one dear mystic 
 thrill of you, 
 Once again to wake affection cold as craters, 
 stark with grimness, 
 White with death that resurrection never can 
 to life renew? 
 
 If thou livest yet I know not, thou art dead for 
 aye and ever 
 With the death that lieth piteous and forever 
 on my dream. 
 Girl, I loved thee long and madly, but for me 
 God made thee never — 
 All thy haloes were illusion, light as moon- 
 beams on the stream. 
 
 Thou of earth wert only earthy, like the brown, 
 fresh April grasses, 
 Yet celestial as I saw thee, like the peaks afar 
 and blue; 
 Toward the violet hills I wandered — rough and 
 brown were all their passes; 
 Toward thyself I struggled, homing — when I 
 found thee, love withdrew. 
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 Is there beauty in the grasses, or the April twi- 
 light holy, 
 Or the far-off, silver music of the frogs along 
 the vale. 
 In the hours w^hen Nature's freshness is so sweet 
 it seems that slowly 
 All the fragrances of Heaven through the gates 
 of God exhale? 
 
 Or is all the sweet, sad splendor in the mortal 
 eyes that, seeing. 
 Only seem to see immortal beauty reigning in 
 the world ? 
 Are the eyes all Nature's color? Is there naught 
 beyond our being 
 For the thrills that are forever through our 
 throbbing bosoms whirled? 
 
 Wert thou lovely, O thou loved one, who art 
 loved again, ah never! 
 Who art dead as death can make thee, though 
 thy heart still throb and thrill? 
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 Or were all the haloes round thy tresses, eyes, 
 and soul forever 
 But within the dreamer's soul that saw thee, 
 loved, and dreamed his will ? 
 
 Oh, could death for deathless longing, or could 
 life for lifeless dreaming 
 Swing from fancy into truth the portals aye 
 and ever barred! 
 Could I find thee what I thought thee — as one 
 April drew thy seeming — 
 Whether what thou art I know not — what I 
 dreamed of thee unmarred! 
 
 Nevermore my soul shall meet thee, nevermore 
 shall know the smarting 
 Of the pain when thou wouldst turn unsmiling 
 from a heart it hurt! 
 Bitter though it was to lose thee, better, better 
 far the parting 
 Than to watch the haloes fading from what 
 once I dreamed thou wert! 
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 Now I know I never loved thee, now I know my 
 spirit only, 
 Through the pathos of the twilight, then was 
 seeking for its own. 
 Through the long, unnumbered valleys, through 
 its dreamland echoes lonely. 
 Still it seeketh mid the haloes, still unknowing 
 and unknown. 
 
 O why wilt thou longer haunt me through the 
 wild, pathetic twilight. 
 Lost illusion of a love-dream, with thine an- 
 guish wild and vain? 
 Far as Algol from Arcturus, God divides us — 
 and her eyelight. 
 Fair as moonrise on the mountains, never beams 
 on me again. 
 
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 A SONG OF HER. 
 
 O loved so dearly, loved so long, 
 
 And lost so long ago. 
 My heart shall sing thee one more song, 
 
 Though thou wilt never know^. 
 
 From him thou nevermore wilt see, 
 
 A song thou wilt not hear. 
 Of every smile thou gavest me. 
 
 And every bitter tear. 
 
 More dim than April's twilight glow, 
 
 More tender and more sad. 
 Are all the years of long ago 
 
 And all the hopes they had. 
 
 They die all darkly, all the throng, 
 They leave me lone, I know — 
 
 O loved so dearly, loved so long, 
 And lost so long ago! 
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 HEARTACHE. 
 
 I ache for thee, I ache for thee, 
 
 O loved and lost so long ago, 
 But all my hope is memory. 
 
 And all my memory is woe. 
 
 Thou canst not come, thou canst not come, 
 Thou canst not come again to me ! 
 
 My heart is dead, my song is dumb, 
 But all my dreams remember thee. 
 
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 BESIDE MY COTTAGE DOOR. 
 
 My cottage door is open 
 
 And, sitting near its sills, 
 I watch the wondrous twilight 
 
 Enhaloing the hills. 
 
 Oh, tender is the twilight, 
 
 And, strange and wondrous fair 
 
 The round, white moon is lighting 
 The violet evening air. 
 
 Beside my cottage doorway. 
 In bud and bloom are seen 
 
 The fragrant pink wild roses 
 Upon their bushes green. 
 
 To-night my heart is happy, 
 
 To-night the empty years 
 Of lone and utter longing 
 
 Have lost at last their tears. 
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 My own, my unforgotten, 
 To-night hath let me know 
 
 Her heart hath reawakened 
 Its love of long ago. 
 
 Oh, long ago I lost her! 
 
 Oh, bitter was the throb! 
 Oh, hard the years of absence. 
 
 The heartbreak and the sob! 
 
 My one, my own, my only — 
 Her heart grew lonely, too! 
 
 And now I wait her coming 
 As once she used to do. 
 
 Oh, will she come to brighten 
 
 The violet evening air. 
 And yield to my caresses 
 
 Her waving golden hair? 
 
 She comes — her shadow, falling 
 Across my cottage door, 
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 Is moving in the moonlight 
 Beside me on the floor. 
 
 I dare not look upon her — 
 
 Oh, shall I ever know^ 
 That loveliness, unfaded, 
 
 I loved so long ago? 
 
 Her garments rustle near me, 
 A sigh her bosom stirs — 
 
 My foolish fears forsaking, 
 I lift my eyes to hers. 
 
 Her eyes have all their glory. 
 Her lips are no less warm. 
 
 The years have not diminished 
 The splendor of her form. 
 
 To crown the years of yearning, 
 
 To cover all the woe. 
 To see her is sufficient. 
 
 My love of long ago! 
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 " O fair, and unforgotten ! 
 
 lovely, and supreme! 
 
 O lips that lean to kiss me " — 
 
 1 wake — 'tis all a dream ! 
 
 O break, my heart! for Heaven 
 No comfort hath to dole. 
 
 But answers with Its silence 
 The silence of mv soul. 
 
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 THE BALLAD OF BROKEN LINKS. 
 
 I. 
 
 Across the twilight hills she came, 
 
 Across the village green; 
 Light hearted lass of Burnlindale, 
 
 As lofty as a queen. 
 
 Under the birch by the little church 
 
 A laddie stopped the lass. 
 She laughed and tossed her saucy head, 
 
 " Now, Bob, you let me pass! " 
 
 " No, May! You pay the toll," he said, 
 
 " I'll take it If you don't." 
 She laughed and tossed her saucy head- 
 
 " But, Bob, you know I won't! " 
 
 She struggled in her lover's arms, 
 
 A struggle brief and weak. 
 Her eyes were laughing Into his. 
 
 He kissed her girlish cheek. 
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II. 
 
 Years passed. The lass of Burnlindale 
 Awake In the gloaming lay; 
 
 She had folded the morrow's bridal veil 
 Out of her sight away. 
 
 Far-away, silvery choirs of frogs 
 In the valley piping shrill — 
 
 And memories roll — she hates her soul, 
 But tears on the pillow spill. 
 
 Xhey fall from her eyes as wine will flow 
 
 Crushed from the grapes of blue. 
 There is one may never know her woe- 
 God grant that he in Heaven may know 
 That such a thing was true! 
 
 She hated her soul, she turned on her bed, 
 She prayed with a broken sob; 
 
 "Forgive me, O kind God!" she said, 
 " I wish that it were Bob ! " 
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III. 
 
 The twilight sank on Burnlindale, 
 '' Now, hail, old comrade, John ! " 
 
 " Hail Bob, old friend ! Where didst thou 
 spend 
 The years while thou wert gone? " 
 
 " In wars and over waves," he said, 
 
 " But sick of foam and fight, 
 By something I am homing led, — 
 
 Why ring the bells to-night?" 
 
 Sublime with deep intoning, 
 
 The church bells swung, afar. 
 The echoes died, low moaning. 
 
 " May's wedding bells they are." 
 
 Oh, long when John had turned to go, 
 
 Bob sat beneath the trees. 
 But May, who never knew his woe, 
 God grant that she in Heaven may know 
 
 He throbbed with memories! 
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 IV. 
 
 " The gloaming fell on Burnlindale, 
 As thou wert homing, love — 
 
 Rememberest how I kissed thee, now, 
 That happy gloaming, love? 
 
 " The gloaming now on Burnlindale 
 
 Is softly stealing, love, 
 And from the church beside the birch 
 
 The bells are pealing, love. 
 
 " Thy bridal bells on Burnlindale, 
 Full-toned and tender, love — 
 
 Ah, woe! I thought I had forgot 
 Thy smiles, thy splendor, love! 
 
 " The gloaming falls on Burnlindale, 
 
 If hearts are broken, love, 
 I know not — oh, I only know 
 
 Heartache unspoken, love ! " 
 
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 APRIL AND INDIAN SUMMER. 
 
 April twilight, humid breezes, 
 Brown the grass the snow releases — 
 Roamed a lad at evening lonely, 
 Owning love for Nana only. 
 
 June and wildwood. ** Yes," she told him; 
 Heaved her bosom close to hold him; 
 Squirrels scampered off to chatter 
 To their mates about the matter. 
 
 Bridal bells, intoned sublimely, 
 Pealed in sweet September timely, 
 When the bride came down the valley, 
 Leaving church by leafy alley. 
 
 Indian Summer wakes in wonder — 
 Blue her skies but white thereunder 
 Stands the stone that moans in vain a 
 Verse beneath the name of Nana: 
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 " Only loved, unlovely never, 
 Only thee I love forever — 
 Only thee, and thou art only 
 Ashes in a graveyard lonely." 
 
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 EILEEN OF INVERLIN. 
 
 She walked the woods alone, Eileen of Inverlin ; 
 Her eyes were made for smiles, but held the tears 
 
 therein. 
 The oriole sang low along the leafy lane 
 When there I met Eileen, the lass I loved in 
 
 vain. 
 
 "What grief is thine, Eileen?" I said. A sigh 
 
 she caught. 
 And lifted up her eyes of blue forget-me-not. 
 '' My lad has gone to war, and said, ' Except we 
 
 win 
 I come no more to meet Eileen of Inverlin ! ' " 
 
 'Twas long thereafter, lo, the oriole had fled; 
 Before the wailing wind the leaves were drifting, 
 
 dead; 
 To turn her love to me I did the deadly sin 
 A letter false to bring Eileen of Inverlin. 
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 " Thy love is false," I said, " he hath forgotten 
 
 thee." 
 She sank upon a bank and read, nor looked at me. 
 Above the cruel lie she bowed her head of brown ; 
 Like billows heaved her breast, her tears were 
 
 dripping down. 
 
 'Twas there I broke her heart, Eileen of Inverlin, 
 But noble, when I tried her broken heart to win, 
 She flashed, " If he is false, a faithful lover I ! 
 Nor thou nor any else shall claim me till I die! " 
 
 One day we learned her lad fell down in battle, 
 
 dead. 
 When other days and years were gone, " Eileen," 
 
 I said, 
 " Ten years of life I'd lose one smile of thine to 
 
 win — 
 Why linger longer lone, Eileen of Inverlin?" 
 
 " My boy is dead, I know — if false I never 
 
 knew. 
 But this I know, that still love liyes and love is 
 
 true. 
 
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 His eyes were hazel bright, my bonny Lyndon 
 
 Glynn! 
 And he alone may love Eileen of Inverlin." 
 
 Nor long thereafter, oh! the tender leaves were 
 
 green ! 
 At sunset in the woods once more I met Eileen — 
 The oriole sang low — and she, no longer lone, 
 Held arm in arm at last her true love and her 
 
 own. 
 
 Oh, gloriously she uplifts her lashes long — 
 My heart is full of hell — the world is full of 
 
 song — 
 When ring the bells at morn yon ivied tower 
 
 within, 
 A bonny bride will be Eileen of Inverlin! 
 
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 THE GAWKY. 
 
 A gawky came sauntering over the hill. 
 
 Quoth Jennie, a scowl on her brow, 
 " With ma in the meadow and pa at the mill, 
 
 How can I have company now! 
 Ho! how? 
 
 How can I have company now?" 
 
 "Ho, ho!" said the booby, "Was ever such 
 luck? 
 None peek at me now if I stay! " 
 She flashed like a shaving the lightning had 
 struck : 
 " I hate you, and you go away! 
 
 Oh, Say! 
 I hate you, and you go away! " 
 
 The minx at her meaning he took, it was plain. 
 " Oh, two can play hating, you know! " 
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Her cheeks were soon wet as a rose in the rain 
 He really was going to go! 
 
 Boo! Hoo! 
 He really was going to go! 
 
 He squinted a w^e little squint ere he went — 
 She choked, and he heard her, the lout! 
 
 He didn't suppose that he knew what it meant, 
 But thought he had better find out. 
 
 No doubt. 
 He thought he had better find out. 
 
 He caught her. She wriggled and squealed, 
 " Oh, you quit! 
 You booby, behave yourself, Jim! 
 Your kissing I do not want any of it! " 
 But the hollyhocks nodded at him 
 
 (At Jim), 
 The hollyhocks nodded at him! 
 
 He loosed her, he did ! Oh, the lubber, the loon ! 
 But stayed all the gloaming to play, 
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 Till over the mountain Night kicked up the 
 moon, 
 And then he went whistling away! 
 
 Oh, say! 
 And then he went whistling away! 
 
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 THE SHEPHERD'S DAUGHTER. 
 
 Where down the sunny mountain gushed the 
 gurgling water 
 
 The lad that picked the apples met the shep- 
 herd's daughter. 
 
 She stood beneath the birches, on the bank so 
 mossy ; 
 
 Her eyes were blue as asters, brown her locks 
 and glossy. 
 
 Bare-footed, hesitating, skirts a little lifting, 
 She watched the water wimpling, shadows on it 
 
 shifting. 
 Across the brook the laddie called, " I'll help 
 
 you over. 
 The stones are slippery." Only laughed she at 
 
 her lover. 
 
 " My hand you want to hold it, hold me shall 
 
 you never! 
 
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 Go tend," she said, " your orchards! " Love 
 
 has hope forever, 
 And he a rosy apple gave her, making bolder; 
 But she, his apple tossing, hit him on the 
 
 shoulder. 
 
 " Go off," she said, " and leave me! " Round he 
 
 turned him, going. 
 Higher she pulled her skirts to wade the waters 
 
 flowing. 
 She saw no more the lad, nor he the shepherd's 
 
 daughter 
 Till once again they met beside the wimpling 
 
 water. 
 
 He bent beside the babbling brook, athirst, and 
 drinking. 
 
 He did not see the girl, of her he was not think- 
 ing. 
 
 She came unseen and still; 'twas hot, her cheeks 
 were ruddy. 
 
 And with her naked foot she made the water 
 muddy. 
 
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 She, springing, ran away; he sprang and fol- 
 lowed after. 
 
 She left him far behind, and mocked him with 
 her laughter. 
 
 The silly sheep looked on, their pasture grasses 
 chewing ; 
 
 They blinked, but could not understand what 
 they were viewing. 
 
 But once again the lad beside the wimpling 
 
 water 
 Alone and sobbing found the shepherd's pretty 
 
 daughter. 
 He pulled her hands away from eyes all red with 
 
 crying. 
 " What is the matter, dear? " he said, her cheeks 
 
 a-drying. 
 
 " My sheep are on the mountain — don't know 
 where to find them. 
 
 I've hunted till my feet leave bloody tracks be- 
 hind them. 
 
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 They're lost and gone," she sobbed, " and 
 
 father's gone a-roaming 
 With gun upon his shoulder — won't be home 
 
 till gloaming." 
 
 " I'll go to find your sheep, then cry no more, 
 
 my dearie," 
 He said, and sought the sheep; he walked till 
 
 he was weary. 
 Across the hills he came when purple night was 
 
 falling, 
 But every lamb came home, responding to his 
 
 calling. 
 
 The lassie heard them bleating, came and saw 
 them folded; 
 
 She hugged their woolly necks and every wan- 
 derer scolded. 
 
 How did she thank the lad for home her tru- 
 ants bringing? 
 
 She let him kiss her cheek, her arms around him 
 clinging. 
 
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 THE WRAITH OF ROBIN. 
 
 Eerie eve, eerie eve, 
 
 Ever is Hallow^e'en; 
 Lassie, how thy heart vv^ill heave 
 
 When his w^raith is seen! 
 
 Wouldst thou see the laddie, lass, 
 
 Fate for thee requires — 
 Know if wedlock come to pass 
 
 As thy heart desires? 
 
 Lassie go when midnight spills. 
 
 Ever at Hallowe'en, 
 Terror over Burnlin hills. 
 
 And his wraith is seen. 
 
 Where the naked branches groan, 
 
 Haunted by the moon, 
 Thither, lassie, all alone 
 
 Seek the fearful boon. 
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 Under the birches runs the brook 
 
 Ever at Hallowe'en; 
 Bow upon the banks and look, 
 
 And his wraith is seen. 
 
 Then uprose that trembling girl, 
 Bowing her bonny head. 
 
 Speaking with her heart awhirl, 
 Out she spake and said, 
 
 " In the waters if I spy, 
 
 Ever at Hallowe'en, 
 Other face than Rob's, I die 
 
 When the wraith is seen ! " 
 
 Went the lassie where the brook 
 Runs toward Burnlindale, 
 
 Bowing on the banks to look. 
 Under the moonlight pale — 
 
 Face and face unto her own, 
 Ever at Hallowe'en, 
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 Peering, saw she Rob alone 
 When the wraith was seen! 
 
 And she felt a presence light, 
 
 Light as the whispering breeze — 
 
 Then the vision vanished quite. 
 Under the birchen trees. 
 
 Nor than hers was better bliss 
 
 Ever at Hallowe'en, 
 For her Robin and for this: 
 
 That his wraith was seen. 
 
 But to her at morning came 
 
 Sighing, her sister sad; 
 Tidings heavy past all name 
 
 On her lips she had. 
 
 " Death some blithesome bosom kills, 
 
 Ever at Hallowe'en — 
 Robin died on Burnlin hills, 
 
 The hour when wraiths were seen ! " 
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 Sobbed the lassie, heart-broken then, 
 
 "Robin could not die! — 
 Happy, happy have we been, 
 
 And his bride am I! 
 
 " Bonny, bonny was my lad ! 
 
 Ever at Hallowe'en — 
 Mine was all the love he had. 
 
 And I his wraith have seen ! " 
 
 " Thine he was, and thine he died, 
 
 Lassie, yester eve." — 
 " What at Halloweventide 
 
 Message did he leave?" 
 
 " ' I will pass her as I go. 
 
 Ever at Hallowe'en, 
 And my lassie then will know 
 
 She my wraith has seen.' " 
 
 " Said he this, and ' This weird night 
 Of the coming year 
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 Will I come for her — '" " O bright 
 Hope," she cried, " and dear! " — 
 
 Eerie eve, eerie eve, 
 
 Ever is Hallowe'en, 
 Lassie, how thy heart will heave 
 
 When his wraith is seen! 
 
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 BY THE MOON OF HALLOWE'EN. 
 
 L 
 
 Above the mountain moved the moon. 
 
 " Now Jeanie, answer me! " 
 " I cannot answer thee so soon. 
 
 Oh wait a year! " said she. 
 
 " Thy father's anger thou dost dread — 
 
 Thou wilt forget me, Jean ! " 
 " I'll answer thee, alive or dead, 
 
 By the moon of Hallowe'en." 
 
 But out and spake her angry sire 
 
 When she had turned the knob, 
 " I'd see thy body burn in fire 
 
 Ere thou shouldst marry Rob ! " 
 
 He took her far away to roam, 
 
 When back the tidings spread 
 Unto the mountains of her home 
 
 Of Jeanie Douglas dead. 
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 11. 
 
 " I cannot love thee, Agnes Bell — 
 
 I know I am a knave — 
 But my heart is hidden deep and v^ell 
 
 In Jeanie Douglas' grave! " 
 
 ** Take back thy promise, Rob," she said, 
 All choked w^ith anguish hot. 
 
 " Should Agnes ever wish to wed 
 With one who loves her not?" 
 
 III. 
 
 And now it is the Hallowe'en, 
 White ride the clouds on high, 
 
 And gibbous o'er the azure sheen 
 The yellow moon goes by. 
 
 From cloud to cloud across the blue, 
 From dark o'er light to dark; 
 
 The somber hills with shifting hue 
 The eerie moon doth mark. 
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 By fields of brown the shadows sweep 
 
 Along the naked trees; 
 And somewhere from the branches deep 
 
 Whistles the ghostly breeze. 
 
 In Jean's old home beyond the kirk 
 
 The youth together flock, 
 In jubilee of game and glee, 
 
 Save Rob whom memories mock. 
 
 Giggling glee — bubbling fair — 
 
 Till at the middle night 
 An eerie walling fills the air 
 
 And stops the heart with fright. 
 
 Unearthly low and sad it calls. 
 
 It dies to silence soon. 
 Was it within these shadowy walls 
 
 Or under the ghostly moon? 
 
 O out and spake then Noma Glynn, 
 And wild and pale was she, 
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" A ghost is seen each Hallowe'en, 
 At midnight seen is he; 
 
 " Those earthless footsteps lightly tread 
 
 Yon hills at Hallowe'en 
 The fairest ghost of all the dead 
 
 That mold in churchyards green. 
 
 " Whoever sees that ghost arise, 
 
 To him is grief and groan; 
 Whoever spies his eldritch eyes 
 
 Falls down as dead as stone! " 
 
 Pale and still with terror all 
 
 Stood like stones to hear. 
 Out and spake, that spell to break, 
 
 Agnes, void of fear: 
 
 " The tale is idle — out I go, 
 
 Nor fear I phantom lore! " 
 Still and pale, they watched her go. 
 
 Back she came no more. 
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 IV. 
 
 By terror eerie haunted, 
 
 Rob shook with utter dread; 
 His highland heart was daunted, 
 
 Remembering his dead. 
 
 The girl to track who came not back, 
 
 He left the cottage soon. 
 The clouds above were mad to rack 
 
 And oversweep the moon. 
 
 The shadows underneath w^re mad 
 
 The earth to overdance, 
 To flit and fall and darken all, 
 
 Departing like a glance. 
 
 The dead leaves rustled — were they stirred 
 
 By mortal foot, or blown 
 By the breezes — what was that he heard ? 
 
 A shudder and a moan! 
 
 Beneath a butternut creaking bare, 
 Upon a mossy mound 
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 Was shape or shadow — Agnes there 
 Had sunk upon the ground! 
 
 He bent above her, fain to speak, 
 
 When she his face beheld. 
 She drove him from her with a shriek 
 
 By mortal fear impelled. 
 
 " Away ! Aw ay ! O touch me not ! 
 
 Not thou, of all the world ! " 
 He heard, believing that her thought 
 
 In chaos wild was whirled. 
 
 " Not I of all the world, when thou 
 Didst love me once so well! " 
 
 " Ay," she replied, " and love thee now 
 But get thee hence ! Farewell ! " 
 
 " And hast thou seen this Hallowe'en 
 Those dread unearthly eyes?" 
 
 " A lightsome phantom I have seen 
 Where yonder pathway lies. 
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 " Naught utter of that face ! The form 
 
 Was radiant to see, 
 But since I heard its awful word 
 
 Come never near to me ! " 
 
 But nearer still he stepped to her, 
 
 The shadow shifted grim. 
 And crouching near, in terror sheer. 
 
 Witless she stared at him. 
 
 Then nearer still he stepped to her. 
 
 She sprang unto her feet; 
 Away she ran as fleet as man 
 
 Whom devils follow fleet. 
 
 V. 
 
 The day has dawned, the sun beyond 
 
 The rugged mountain set 
 For more than thrice an hundred times 
 
 Since Rob and Agnes met. 
 
 That night of moon and terror. 
 That fearsome Hallowe'en, 
 
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 Has made her shun the lad as one 
 By leprosy unclean. 
 
 By ingleside he ponders 
 
 What may the mystery mean. 
 " For weal or woe, I swear to know," 
 
 He said, " what she hath seen ! 
 
 " But give me from the grave, O God, 
 
 My Jeanie once to kiss, 
 Or from the grave no longer save 
 
 A broken life like this! " 
 
 'Twas Agnes wrote to him the note: 
 
 " The night is Hallowe'en ; 
 Go (dost thou dare?) thou knowest where 
 
 The wraith I saw was Jean." 
 
 VI. 
 
 The haunted Hallowe'en is back 
 
 With blinking stars o'erhead ; 
 The twisting trees are bare and black, 
 
 The leaves are black and dead. 
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 Under the hill, the lonely kirk 
 
 And Jeanie's home between, 
 Soft be his tread who with the dead 
 
 Bides tryst at Hallowe'en! 
 
 " ' Her bones are buried beyond the sea ' — 
 
 Oh, lies and false alarms! 
 To-night will Jeanie Douglas be 
 
 Alive within my arms! " 
 
 Out spake a voice — he shook with fright 
 
 His name it uttered low. 
 He turned to see a phantom bright, 
 
 All whiter than the snow! 
 
 Her face was lifted to the light 
 
 Of all the stars to show 
 The smiling lips, the bonny bright 
 
 Blue e5^es of long ago. 
 
 One cry all sharp with wild delight — 
 
 But never the ghost of Jean, 
 And never on another night 
 
 Her lover again was seen. 
 
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 NORNA THORNTON. 
 
 She roamed along the ragged rocks 
 
 Where gushed the gurly sea. 
 "To-morrow," tossing back her locks 
 
 She laughed, "he comes to me!" 
 
 The sky was purple overhead, 
 
 The green old ocean sang, 
 The risen moon was bloody red 
 
 And loud the sea birds' clang. 
 
 "Thank God to-night he is not nigh!'^ 
 
 Cried Noma Thornton soon. 
 For dark and darker grew the sky 
 
 And bloodier the moon. 
 
 The wind went walking round about. 
 
 The eerie wave went black. 
 The bloody moon was blotted out 
 
 Beneath the scudding rack. 
 
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 The black in which the blind man walks 
 
 Came down on sea and land ; 
 The ocean boomed among the rocks 
 
 And thundered on the strand. 
 
 The lightning leaped athwart the sky, 
 
 The thunder burst sublime! 
 Oh night of nights for man to die 
 
 At his appointed time! 
 
 A voice is heard, it shouts afar, 
 Men rush with mighty strides. 
 
 "A ship has crossed the harbor bar! 
 Among the rocks it rides! " 
 
 A flash, and then the thunder crashed; 
 
 The darkness thick was furled; 
 Then out the leaping lightning flashed 
 
 And lit the eerie world. 
 
 When out the leaping lightning flashed, 
 " Look! " Noma Thornton cried. 
 
 " Look yonder! Look! to death is dashed 
 A vessel on the tide! " 
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 " Now comes the crack of doom! " they cry, 
 
 " And death Is on her track! " 
 On Hampton haven heaving high, 
 
 The breakers, leaping black, 
 
 Are leaping black and breaking w^hite 
 
 Upon the harbor rocks. 
 When inky blank again the night 
 
 The keenest vision blocks. 
 
 The plunge and thunder of the deep 
 The shrillest shriek w^ould drown. 
 
 God only — who is gone — could keep 
 That diapason down. 
 
 But hark! a strident crash is heard! 
 
 The lightning leaps a-lee! 
 All man could see, all men averred, 
 
 Was flotsam on the sea ! 
 
 The lightning leaped along the sky, 
 
 Men read beneath its flame, 
 From the vessel's broken beak tossed high. 
 
 And Noma was the name! 
 
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 Insanely Noma to the sea 
 
 Cried when that name she knew, 
 
 " Give Skipper Jamie back to me, 
 Or drown this body too! " 
 
 Insanely Noma to the sea 
 
 Ran swift, but as she ran 
 The surf washed homeward heavily 
 
 The body of a man. 
 
 ''Stop! for the love of God! O girl, 
 Thy love lies on the strand! " 
 
 She turned, with head and heart a-whirl, 
 She knelt and took his hand. 
 
 " Oh heavy, heavy on my knee. 
 
 And cold my darling's head! 
 And cold the arms that folded me 
 
 So fondly — he is dead ! " 
 
 She plunged into the plunging sea 
 
 Ere any man could save. 
 Grim Death was laughing loud for glee 
 
 Below the wicked wave. 
 
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 For, sighing on the sodden sand, 
 
 The skipper came to life. 
 He glanced along the gloomy strand, 
 
 He called his promised wife. 
 
 Oh, golden love shall kill his care, 
 
 And golden hope is sweet! 
 But golden was that corpse's hair 
 
 The surf flung at his feet. 
 
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 EVIL IVAN'S BRIDE. 
 
 Eerily the olden moon 
 
 Within the crescent rode 
 The ocean floor, a skull all gore, 
 
 In a golden bowl bestowed. 
 
 And black against the somber sea 
 
 Uprose a castle bad. 
 Nor any turf but leaping surf 
 
 And solid rock it had. 
 
 " Go down unto the somber sea," 
 
 Said Ivan, evil-eyed, 
 " And light the stony tower for me 
 
 Where I shall bring my bride! " 
 
 I shook with fear such words to hear; 
 
 A darksome man was he 
 To nest a bride at such a tide. 
 
 By such a sounding sea! 
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 Thundering the beaches moan, 
 
 But from that bridal night 
 Was evil Ivan never known 
 
 To any mortal sight. 
 
 That castle black on a boulder's back, 
 
 Men say of it in fear, 
 Shuddering to their icicle souls, 
 
 " 'Tis haunted many a year! 
 
 *' It hath a ghost that grins in glee 
 
 When scuds the gibbous moon ; 
 When devils drive the winds at sea 
 
 It laugheth like a loon ! " 
 
 An owl will hoot at the haunted moon 
 
 From ivied ruins lone. 
 But fearsome most is a giggling ghost 
 
 Where sounding oceans moan. 
 
 *Tis night; in the gloom the combers spume, 
 And the moon at the window peeks; 
 
 In the hollow hall as dim as doom 
 A mortal footstep creaks. 
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 Unsought for twenty years that room 
 
 'Tis evil Ivan seeks; 
 His hair, once like a hearse's plume, 
 
 Is grizzled now in streaks. 
 
 He heard a sound, he looked around. 
 
 He thought it was a moan. 
 Was it a moan, that mournful sound. 
 
 Or an echo of his groan? 
 
 He rolled his eyes, aghast, agape 
 
 At the dim moon-litten room; 
 He thought he saw a moving shape 
 
 That should have lain in tomb. 
 
 As black as crape that moving shape, 
 
 'Twas blacker than the gloom 
 In the corners. " Oh ! " he groaned, agape, 
 
 Remembering the tomb! 
 
 He glanced again a glance in vain. 
 
 If ghost, the ghost was gone; 
 The moon looked down the skeleton pane 
 
 At Ivan, shaking, lone. 
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 Out spake a voice: " O blessed glee! " 
 
 That voice unearthly said ; 
 " I pity, pity, pity thee 1 
 
 'Tis blithesome to be dead ! " 
 
 He shook at words so sudden said. 
 
 For an idiot may divine 
 The gibbering of the bony dead 
 
 Is winter to the spine. 
 
 As if a frozen corpse's hand 
 Had slapped his naked heart. 
 
 When white he saw a phantom stand 
 He shook with a fearful start. 
 
 For drifting o'er the naked floor 
 
 It stood within the light; 
 Nor black as crape that phantom shape. 
 
 But like a lily white. 
 
 " O God ! " he muttered, half in swoon, 
 
 " The face is hers, the eyes 
 Are hers that glitter to the moon, 
 
 As fair as Paradise! 
 
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 " They are no lips of mortal warm 
 
 Those fearful words that said. 
 The bones that shaped that beauteous form 
 
 Have twenty years been dead ! " 
 
 Then through a door as dark as doom 
 
 Floats and disappears 
 That phantom to a hollow room 
 
 Whose echo Ivan hears — 
 
 " Oh blithesome are the dead ! " thought he, 
 
 "That apparition said! 
 No heart like hers could ever be 
 
 So happy to be dead ! " 
 
 A haggard look askance he took, 
 
 The haunted halls he fled. 
 And did he hear a moaning near, 
 
 And was it from the dead? 
 
 Nor any tone of bitter moan 
 
 Self-murdered heard he more — 
 
 A corpse is he the somber sea 
 For ever tumbles o'er. 
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 But a bitter tone of moaning lone, 
 
 Nor was it from the dead, 
 Like waves that rave in a cave of stone. 
 
 Rose soon as Ivan fled. 
 
 In the mellow yellow of the moon 
 
 Fantastic on the floor. 
 As black as crape a moving shape 
 
 Came tottering once more. 
 
 " So dear, so cruel, who like thee! " 
 
 That sable woman cried. 
 And peered upon the somber sea 
 
 As Ivan sank and died. 
 
 Then to her wailing agony 
 
 The only answer said, 
 " I pity, pity, pity thee! 
 
 'Tis blithesome to be dead ! " 
 
 Nor black as crape the phantom shape. 
 
 But like the lily white, 
 Which drifted o'er the naked floor 
 
 And laughed to see the light. 
 
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 'Twas evil Ivan's daughter, born 
 
 As crazy as a loon. 
 With vacant laughter, eve to morn, 
 
 She gibbers at the moon. 
 
 " Thy father dies in yonder sea! " 
 
 The sable woman cried; 
 The answer came, *' I pity thee! 
 
 'Tis blessed to have died ! " 
 
 " Daughter darling, yes I know, " 
 
 The sable woman said, 
 " Marked unborn by a mother's woe, 
 
 'Tis blessed to be dead ! 
 
 " Daughter darling, follow me ! 
 
 Deserted once when wed. 
 The bed is deep where I shall sleep — 
 
 Ivan's bridal bed ! " 
 
 To the castle parapet went she — 
 
 It overhangs the tide — 
 And, turning to the somber sea. 
 
 She leaped, and sank and died. 
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 "Aha, ha, ha! A heavy host! " 
 
 The crazy daughter said. 
 " Oh, I am but a gleesome ghost ! 
 
 'Tis blithesome to be dead ! " 
 
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 VENGEANCE IS MINE. 
 
 I. 
 
 From the deeps will I utter it once, from the 
 heart of the damned will it leap 
 
 Like the lavas that leap to the skies when the 
 mightiest mountains can keep 
 
 In suppression their furies no more. Of the in- 
 finite mercies that shine 
 
 Over all, it is all that I claim — 'tis a memory 
 mad, and 'tis mine! 
 
 From the blackness of darkness this once of the 
 
 days that are dead will I sing; 
 Of the eyes that were fair as the stars, and the 
 
 tresses like twilight in spring; 
 Of the smiles that were sweet and the voice that* 
 
 was low as the oriole's call, 
 And of maddening passion for her, for her beauty 
 
 was mighty in all. 
 
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 Through unspeakable darkness they come in re- 
 membrance, those visions of yore, 
 
 And of her — but for ever and ever her name 
 may I utter no more. 
 
 We were children together, the day of her birth 
 
 was the day of my own, 
 We were friendly in youth, and I loved her — 
 
 how madly, God only hath known! 
 But a happier lover than I in her fancy ascended 
 
 his throne 
 Till a year had scarce withered away, when he 
 
 left her to sorrow alone. 
 He had come, he had taken her heart, he had 
 
 taken my hope and was gone. 
 
 But I waited, for mighty is love, and my spirit 
 
 lay prone at her feet. 
 She forgot that I loved her, I know, in forget- 
 
 fulness cold and complete. 
 But I waited, for mighty is love, and if ever her 
 
 tears should be dry 
 
^avp of ttif l^OVtff 
 
 And, forgetting the false, she could smile, she 
 
 should find that the faithful was nigh. 
 And I waited, though weary the years — since 
 
 I laughed as a rollicking child 
 I had wanted her only. At last she remembered 
 
 I loved her, and smiled. 
 I was happy! The hills of my home and the 
 
 heart in my bosom grew light 
 As the summer with haloes of hope from the 
 
 moments I spent in her sight. 
 
 II. 
 
 But the summer soon faded away, and the days 
 
 of our happiness fled. 
 When the eeriest night of the autumn was 
 
 shimmering high overhead, 
 An insidious whisper I heard; like a snake in 
 
 my bosom it fed. 
 'Twas a word of the deepest despair that can 
 
 eat its way into the heart; 
 'Twas a hint — was it truth, or a lie? When 
 
 suspicions and jealousies start 
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 They will leap in the halls of the soul like the 
 
 dancing of devils insane 
 In the breathless, low hollows of Hell till the 
 
 soul is all passion and pain. 
 Was it true that the false had returned? It 
 
 was maddening into my brain 
 That forgiveness was his for the asking, from 
 
 her I had worshipped in vain. 
 It was lightly she cared for my love; was her 
 
 passion so mighty for him 
 She could steal to his arms in the hours of a 
 
 night so infernal and dim? 
 It was maddening into my brain! In a frenzy 
 
 each moment more grim 
 Till it swept from my bosom all love, I was 
 
 striding from room unto room, 
 Love returning to battle with wrath, which arose 
 
 like a demon to doom 
 Every tenderer thought of the heart, till, the 
 
 terrible struggle to stay, 
 I girded a sword to my body and swiftly I 
 
 bounded away. 
 
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 III. 
 
 It was late in the year, and the grass of Novem- 
 ber lay brown on the ground; 
 It was night, and the moon in the azure was 
 
 journeying yellow and round. 
 She was swift as the hours of our joy and, like 
 
 ghosts in the wailing night-breath. 
 The great folds of the clouds were swept over 
 
 her, white as the Angel of Death. 
 On the hills, on the fields of my home, on the 
 
 woods that were leafless and dim, 
 The black shadows were chasing the moonlight 
 
 that died in the darknesses grim. 
 Like the flame of my passion for her in the 
 
 doom of my anger for him. 
 But I sped through the night (I was swift as 
 
 the shifting, wild shades on my path) 
 In the might of a passionate love, In the speed 
 
 of a terrible wrath. 
 When I came to her garden at last, by the 
 
 scudding of clouds in the sky. 
 Like a blot of black Ink upon paper, a darkness 
 
 was dropped from on high. 
 
fi^avp of ttie Wottfi 
 
 But I heard the low voice of my love, and " O 
 
 love! " were the words of the voice. 
 Was she musing of me, and alone, or indeed 
 
 was the traitor her choice? 
 I waited in anguish and hope till the moon out 
 
 of shadow should roll; 
 It shone — the last hope of my being fell rigid 
 
 and dead in my soul. 
 
 When the moon, in the eldritch cloud-dances, 
 
 whirled giddily into the blue, 
 She was wickedly quick to reveal, with a gleam 
 
 of her ghastliest hue. 
 In the arms of her lover, my love! Then I 
 
 clutched at the hilt of my sword, 
 And I flashed it out, glittering cold to the 
 
 moonbeams above us that poured. 
 O revenge! For revenge I was raging! My 
 
 eyes from their sockets did start, 
 While the passionate blood of my body ran 
 
 blacker than Hell to my heart. 
 To the hilt in his heart then I plunged the white 
 
 steel, and he died with a groan, 
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 As my love in her agony shrieked, with all 
 
 Hades and death in her tone. 
 On his body she fell with the cry of a love that 
 
 was mighty as Fate, 
 But once turning to hurl through my soul one 
 
 horrible look of her hate. 
 While the clutches of agony cruel were tearing 
 
 her heart to its death. 
 She had laid her cold head on his bosom, and 
 
 yielded forever her breath. 
 
 From the sight of her hate and the sight of her 
 love so majestic I fled, 
 
 And her hatred for me and her passion for him 
 was the curse on my head. 
 
 Did I care, did I grieve, that I slew him? Ha! 
 ha! I had stricken him dead! 
 
 He had loved her and taken her love! I re- 
 joiced in the death I had done! 
 
 He would clasp her no more to his bosom! Ha! 
 ha! He was dead! She was won 
 
 From caresses forever of his! And no matter if 
 lost unto me, 
 
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 It was he that should see her no more, — the 
 
 glass eyes of the dead cannot see! 
 No remorses had murder for me, nor the sin of 
 
 my soul had I fled. 
 But the pang of her passion for him, and the 
 
 hatred she hurled on my head. 
 It was more than victorious vengeance, in vain 
 
 was the deed I had done, 
 I was damned by a doom that was mightier far 
 
 than the joy I had won. 
 Yea, I knew that forever to him she was lost, 
 
 but, ah Hell! I had known 
 That she died for the love that she bore him; 
 
 he claimed her last kiss as his own. 
 I had lived but to love her, and now the last 
 
 glance of her eyes I should see. 
 Was the look of her horrible hate that she 
 
 hurled o'er his body at me! 
 
 I may speed with all swiftnesses merged into one 
 
 irresistible speed; 
 His blackening blood I may shake from my 
 
 sword and may laugh at the deed. 
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 I may flee from the deed, but no more can I 
 
 flee from that passionate glance 
 Of her hatred! No matter! Aha! Have ye 
 
 seen, where the darknesses dance 
 One after another across the mad moon in the 
 
 eventide's breath, 
 From the ground the long sword pointing up 
 
 to the moon like the finger of Death? 
 Did ye see, O ye demons, the glittering blade 
 
 I had borne at my side? 
 Did ye laugh with your hollow Ha, Ha, when 
 
 I hurled myself on it and died ? 
 
 IV. 
 
 In the blackness of darkness forever, a soul that 
 
 is blasted, I roam 
 Where the midnights are blacker than thunder, 
 
 and death, even death, has no home 
 For the soul disembodied and damned by the 
 
 love and the anger that sw^ell 
 In itself, when no will but its nature has made 
 
 its eternity's hell. 
 
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 But the curse Is forever upon it, and lone, in 
 
 the blackness of night, 
 In the soul of the dead, the wild love is aflame 
 
 with its maddening might, 
 Till I yearn in unspeakable anguish to see the 
 
 one woman I love. 
 And I rise from the valleys of death and 
 
 athwart the lone midnight I move. 
 By the infinite caverns of horror, by plains that 
 
 no mortal can tread ; 
 By the mountains that loom to the darkness, all 
 
 black with the curse of the dead ; 
 By the ways that the dead cannot utter, I come! 
 
 I am come to her grave ! 
 I shall look through the earth to her body to 
 
 see the one darling I crave. 
 She is cold, she is pallid and still, she is dead, 
 
 but what matter? 'Tisshe! 
 She is white in her beautiful silence, and I, yet 
 
 again I shall see 
 The one love of my soul! So I bend to her 
 
 grave that is grassy and green. 
 
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 And I look — but, O God! I am dumb with 
 
 the doom of what there I have seen. 
 'Twas the ultimate horror of Hell that I saw 
 
 in her pallor and grace, 
 For the look of her hatred for me was frozen in 
 
 death on her face! 
 O my darling, for ever in vain for thy love in 
 
 all worlds must I wait! 
 
 not ever in life wouldst thou love me, and 
 
 even in death wilt thou hate! 
 
 Then I staggered away, when a rage, like a 
 
 whirlwind arose in my soul. 
 And I swore by the fates and the gods, and the 
 
 stars that eternally roll, 
 (For I rushed to the grave of my rival, where, 
 
 down the dim asphodel deeps, 
 
 1 beheld him serene in the silence where, pallid, 
 
 for ever he sleeps). 
 " In her life thou hast taken her love, in her 
 
 death thou hast left me her hate; 
 When I lived, for the curse that thou gavest, I 
 
 hurled through eternity's gate, 
 
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 From its body asunder, thy soul, with a stab 
 
 in the horrible night. 
 Oh! my bones whistle bare in the breezes, thy 
 
 mortal no more can I blight, 
 But immortal thou livest, they say, in the Aidenn 
 
 of love that is fair — 
 Ay, remember my spirit yet lives, tho' in Angers 
 
 of Hell and Despair! 
 As thy body I slew in revenge, by the Fates and 
 
 the furies I sw^ear; 
 By the demons and angels of wrath! by the 
 
 Prince of the Powers of Air! 
 I have sworn that my spirit shall rise, and shall 
 
 damn to the nethermost gloom, 
 In its vengeance, from Heaven itself thy soul 
 
 that hath fashioned my doom!" 
 
 Away on the wings of my wrath from the inky 
 
 black mountains of death! 
 From the angers of Hell I have taken all angers 
 
 that madden its breath. 
 From the graves of the earth and the Blackness 
 
 of Darkness Forever, I rise 
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 On the wings of my passion for her and my 
 
 hatred of him to the skies. 
 Far away from the hills and the seas and the 
 
 chambers of thunder I go, 
 Till the moon and the sun and the planets have 
 
 died in the distance below, 
 And from star unto star and beyond the last 
 
 star of the universe, lo. 
 Till I see, in the infinite distance, the Jasper- 
 walled Highlands that glow 
 In their splendor for ever and ever, sublime 
 
 with the pearl at the gate — 
 Till I sweep through those portals of pearl, in 
 
 my fury of vengeance and hate ! 
 Not a saint hath forbidden my entrance, no 
 
 seraph hath questioned my ways, 
 Not a sign from the hosts of the saved, not a 
 
 frown from the Ancient of Days. 
 As I cry in my rage for the soul that is Nemesis, 
 
 curse, and despair. 
 The Archangel himself for an answer is tenderly 
 
 whispering, " There! " 
 
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 And I look where his pinions direct me — aha! 
 
 I have seen him at last! 
 I have seen — but, O God ! with what anguish 
 
 the deadliest sickness did blast 
 My soul as I saw him, for there — it was he in 
 
 his haven of rest — 
 But the spirit of her I had loved was reclining 
 
 in bliss on his breast ! 
 
 Frozen in pain was my vengeance, dumb was 
 my anger and dead. 
 
 I was utterly lone, and a horror of infinite bleak- 
 ness sank dread 
 
 On my sinking and sickening soul, till backward 
 I tottered and fell 
 
 Staggering, reeling, down from the pearly gates 
 into Hell. 
 
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 THE EVENSTAR. 
 
 Oh mine was a spark 
 Of life, flame red, 
 
 Till utterly from the day, 
 Into the dark, 
 Into the dead, 
 
 It shaded sheer away. 
 
 And a shadow soul 
 On the gloom to float 
 
 Of the outer wild unknown 
 From the dust did roll, 
 And gave one note 
 
 In parting — 'twas a moan. 
 
 One hollow moan 
 
 To the awful sky — 
 The spaces I must roam. 
 For the skies intone 
 That hollow cry 
 
 To be my welcome home. 
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And why so far, 
 And why so light, 
 
 And why so wildly free, 
 Without a star, 
 Without the might 
 
 Of wing to carry me? 
 
 And why the while 
 So calm remain, 
 
 So passionless as this; 
 Without a smile, 
 Without a pain, 
 
 In all the lone abyss? 
 
 Nor is there one 
 To welcome me 
 
 But a boundless, lone abyss? 
 And have I done 
 Eternally 
 
 With love and pain and bliss? 
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 Oh! what, so far, 
 Is this I see, 
 
 All beautiful and bright? 
 One evenstar 
 To welcome me 
 
 In all the boundless night! 
 
 Oh nearer yet, 
 
 And less, less far — 
 My disembodied soul 
 Can ne'er forget 
 That evenstar. 
 
 Whatever aeons roll! 
 
 Emerald green 
 And azure blue 
 
 And alabaster white, 
 And sunset sheen 
 Of pink that grew 
 
 On the purple peaks at night 
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 A paradise 
 
 Of beauty bright 
 
 Art thou, O Evenstar, 
 To bless these eyes 
 The first great night 
 
 When I must wander far! 
 
 But who art thou, 
 O lovely one 
 
 In thy star so near to me, 
 More beauteous now 
 Than moonrise on 
 A sleeping, silver sea? 
 
 Thy tresses long, 
 Thy smile so sweet. 
 
 Like the smile I used to know! 
 The flowers that throng 
 Thy snowy feet 
 
 Are whiter than the snow. 
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 Thy robe Is white 
 As righteousness, 
 
 Why dost thou come to me 
 Who am this night 
 All passionless, 
 
 From love by death made free? 
 
 So silken soft 
 
 Thy lily-white breast! 
 So lilac sweet thy kiss! 
 O why so oft 
 Thy tresses rest 
 
 Upon a breast like this? 
 
 And around me arms 
 All airy light 
 
 Are white as a lily bloom — 
 O love, the charms 
 I hold to-night 
 
 I thought were under the tomb! 
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 " O hast forgot 
 
 Thy first love nowj 
 
 Thine only and thy last? 
 Rememberest not 
 One holy vow 
 
 From out the holy past? " 
 
 Thine eyes, I see, 
 Are deep and blue, 
 
 Like hers — my love who died ! 
 "And I am she. 
 And thou wert true. 
 
 And, O my Sanctified! 
 
 " I am thine for this; 
 Nor bliss could be 
 
 Where thou dost not abide.'' 
 Nor passionless 
 I come to thee, 
 
 But wild with love, my bride! 
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 '"'' Ay, bride of thine 
 For evermore 
 
 Amid i?nmortal mirth, 
 O love divine, 
 O loved of yore. 
 
 Mid the purple peaks of earth. 
 
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 IN SHADOWLAND. 
 
 "O Angel, stay! I fear this land 
 Of amaranth and asphodel!" 
 " Nay, fear not. Shadow, all Is well. 
 
 For see, I hold thy hand." 
 
 " These vistas dim of cypresses 
 I fear, for I a sinner stand." 
 " I know — I feel it on thy hand. 
 
 Heart's blood of hers it is." 
 
 " O blame me not, but pity me! 
 I loved a wife, but lovers part — " 
 " I know it — thou didst break her heart 
 
 And thrust her forth from thee." 
 
 " Have mercy, thou of Shadowland, 
 
 And damn me not with doom more drear! 
 " Nay, sins are all forgiven here. 
 
 And see, I hold thy hand." 
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 " But see, where looms yon lonesome tree 
 Afar, a woman's form doth stand." 
 " Ay, thou dost long to hold her hand 
 
 For love's eternity." 
 
 " In Shadowland, O let her be 
 
 My own — but see! she drifts away! " 
 
 " Ay, drifts forever and for aye 
 Her mournful soul from thee! " 
 
 " Her face is turned away from me! 
 
 She will not turn — my heart is sore!" 
 " Yea, once — but not for evermore — 
 
 Her eyes will turn to thee." 
 
 " Her form is beauteous — is she fair 
 As evening stars in twilight skies?" 
 " Ay, there is splendor in her eyes 
 
 And glory in her hair." 
 
 " My wife! " (for on the endless track 
 
 She turns), "Oh! bring her back to me! 
 " I did not thrust her out from thee, 
 
 I cannot bring her back! " 
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 THE SHADOW BROTHER. 
 
 'Twas somewhere down the sunless land, 
 
 Along the windless ways 
 Among the spectral trees they met 
 
 Each other's eerie gaze. 
 
 " Shadow brother, who art thou, 
 With earthless eyes aglow?" 
 
 " I was a poet in the earth 
 A thousand years ago." 
 
 "And did they listen to thy song?" 
 " To none my song was dear ; 
 
 My heart grew heavy till it dragged 
 My tired spirit here." 
 
 " What dust upon thy shadowy shoe 
 Is scattered thin and white?" 
 
 " My critics' crumbled monuments 
 I trod on in the night." 
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 " And where are now thy songs, the songs 
 
 Left silent in their day?" 
 " The poets sing them at their tasks, 
 
 The children at their play." 
 
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