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People the haunted glooms; And the song of immortal singers Like a fragrant memory lingers,
I know, in the echoing rooms.
But nothing of these, my soul !
Nor castle, nor treasures, nor skies,
For which my whole heart sighs.
The Queen whose gracious reign
Her crown of golden hair
Sheds light in the shaded places,
Forever before her flies,
And ill things cease to be
In the glance of her honest eyes.
Where her dear feet wander free,
The wings of the vague desires; But the thought that love would utter In reverence expires.
Not yet! not yet shall I see
That face, which shines like a star
O'er my storm-swept life afar,
Transfigured with love for me.
Toiling, forgetting, and learning,
At last I shall climb the hill,
A SENTINEL angel, sitting high in glory,
"I loved, and, blind with passionate love, I fell: Love brought me down to death, and death to hell; For God is just, and death for sin is well.
"I do not rage against his high decree,
"Great spirit, let me see my love again, And comfort him one hour, and I were fain To pay a thousand years of fire and pain.”
Then said the pitying. angel: "Nay, repent
But still she wailed: "I pray thee, let me go;
The brazen gates ground sullenly ajar,
But soon adown the dying sunset sailing,
She sobbed: "I found him by the summer sea
She wept: "Now let my punishment begin:
The angel answered: "Nay, sad soul, go higher!
CICELY says you're a poet; may be; I ain't much on rhyme:
But I takes mine "straight, without sugar," and that's what's the matter with me.
Poetry! Just look around you—alkali, rock, and sage;
And the shadow of this yer station the on'y thing moves in sight.
Polly, run to your mam;
Poetry! Well, now-Polly!
Ye noticed Polly-the baby? A month afore she was born,
Narvous she was, and restless; said that she "couldn't stay."
But I fixed it up with the doctor, and he said he would be on hand,
One night-the tenth of October-I woke with a chill and fright,
But had gone to visit her neighbor-seventeen miles away!
When and how she stampeded I didn't wait for to see,
For out in the road, next minit, I started as wild as she;
Running first this way and that way, like a hound that is off the
For there warn't no track in the darkness to tell me the way she went.
I've had some mighty mean moments afore I kem to this spot-
"Cicely! Cicely! Cicely!" I called, and I held my breath;
I ain't what you call religious, but I jest looked up to the sky, And this yer's to what I'm coming, and maybe ye think I lie; But up away to the east'ard, yaller, and big, and far,
I saw of a suddent rising the singlerest kind of star.
Big, and yaller, and dancing, it seemed to beckon to me;