Elizabethan days . aps,To join its twin, the sunset red, Turns us to dust, with laughing lust,We of the future dead. The precipice which in our roadA yawning, open chasm heaves On every crag, a sharpened snag With death, a richer torment weaves. The ocean wash, and crashing stream, Look beseechingly at him,To laughing hurl unto their swirl, Some children of his whim. 62 We look unto the friendly sun,We learned we looked too well; For that same sun will gladly run,To build for us a hell. Away from such, to softer night, We on its bosom rest at last;Our stay is brief, for on some reef Through da
Elizabethan days . aps,To join its twin, the sunset red, Turns us to dust, with laughing lust,We of the future dead. The precipice which in our roadA yawning, open chasm heaves On every crag, a sharpened snag With death, a richer torment weaves. The ocean wash, and crashing stream, Look beseechingly at him,To laughing hurl unto their swirl, Some children of his whim. 62 We look unto the friendly sun,We learned we looked too well; For that same sun will gladly run,To build for us a hell. Away from such, to softer night, We on its bosom rest at last;Our stay is brief, for on some reef Through darkness we are cast. We hope the mountain to be strong,Stronger than any oaken branch; We snugly hide down at its side,Then comes the avalanche. What feelings of impotency Drive us to devious strife;Then in despair, we breathe the air; Are poisoned by its life. We wait, as prophecies have told, Till Death will shoulder up the scythe thatkills,His work all done, his battles won, And vanishes oer the evening hills. 63. THE SPIRIT OF THE CANDLE-LIGHT ERE and ever candle-light Beams this wide-walled room to-night,While outside in lightning flash,Silence blank, rains slipping splash.(Ever dancing, living sprite,The spirit of the candle-lightBurns radiant with the storm to-night.) Shadows flickering, flying, yetStreaked with yellow, buff and jet,In askance wander round about,Unmindful of the storm without.(Filling with awe each crevice trite,The spirit of the candle-lightBurns radiant with the storm to-night.) Dreams, unmindful of the past,Are coming, leaving, or will lastThrough the darkness noisy fray,Fighting its battle, fraught with day.(But sombre, silent in its might,The spirit of the candle-lightBurns radiant with the storm to-night.) 64 1899. Spirits unseen, unknown, and not, Shimmer, and die, a wasted lot, While raindrops pour through window shadeEnveloped, sheathed, like icy glade.(Yet, though unconscious of the sight,The spirit of the candle-lightBurns radiant with the stor
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