Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 139 June to November 1919 . rd,Had I to live on whose whole life was she, Till, like the sudden singing of a bird, Once more she came and stood and smiled on me, And took a little pity on my drouth, Lifting to me the mercy of her mouth. One night she came—the stars were in her hair; She took my head; and kissed it into rest,And then the moon rose, white and unaware, The moon—or did I dream it was her breast?I think no moon that ever walked the night,Nor any lily, was ever half so white. Then came a hush of days like none before,A distance echoing and full o
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 139 June to November 1919 . rd,Had I to live on whose whole life was she, Till, like the sudden singing of a bird, Once more she came and stood and smiled on me, And took a little pity on my drouth, Lifting to me the mercy of her mouth. One night she came—the stars were in her hair; She took my head; and kissed it into rest,And then the moon rose, white and unaware, The moon—or did I dream it was her breast?I think no moon that ever walked the night,Nor any lily, was ever half so white. Then came a hush of days like none before,A distance echoing and full of dread, That seemed to tell me she would come no more,A frozen whisper saying she was dead; Yet I whose life she is, and so well knew Her silent ways would not believe it true— Nor will I yet—for ever was it so: Silent and far so long would she remain, Then, like a spirit, softly come and go—So, on a sudden, shall she come again, Step, silver-footed, out of the still air, Finger on lip, for me to follow her. INDIANAPOLIS AMERICAN CAPITALSOF INDUSTRY. Vol. CXXXIX.—No.
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