Southern garland . er and kiss her who wrought theethis wrong. Who dimmed thy race-star ?Her soul and thy soul are a-surge and a-throngWith foe-forces that warred through the centuries long. And for ever shall war. His fingers unclasped her wreathed fingers ; she feltThe ice at their tips; d){ Then, firing, she sought with new ardours to melt (Circling The frost in his veins, cooing softly, and knelt, DCSrtnS. And so moist were her lips. Red and moist in the dark, that, enslaved by her charms. He stooped then and there,And locked in her beautiful prison of armsHe laughed at the Past, the insti
Southern garland . er and kiss her who wrought theethis wrong. Who dimmed thy race-star ?Her soul and thy soul are a-surge and a-throngWith foe-forces that warred through the centuries long. And for ever shall war. His fingers unclasped her wreathed fingers ; she feltThe ice at their tips; d){ Then, firing, she sought with new ardours to melt (Circling The frost in his veins, cooing softly, and knelt, DCSrtnS. And so moist were her lips. Red and moist in the dark, that, enslaved by her charms. He stooped then and there,And locked in her beautiful prison of armsHe laughed at the Past, the instinctive alarms That bade him beware. ^ AS THE TIDE TURNS. Roll over roll, roll over roll, The tide comes in through the misl and raia ;Roll over roll, roll over roll,Roll over roll on the great sand shoal. The tide turns round and goes out again. Roll over roll, roll over roll, And a soul comes in from the misty main ;Roll over roll, roll over roll,Roll over roll and a weary soul Goes out to sea with the tide MID-FOREST FEAR. CbC Sirclins HE is standing at tlie gate, BcartbS, Tall and although the hour be lateShe will greetMe, her overAbsent mind and tardy feet. Rest, I II say to her, and more rest, As she wraps her love around I Ml tell her of the the strange, fear-haunted forest Where the fleshless beings found me. For I trod a rock-strewn rude way Thinking only of my lover,When the moonlight on the wood wayMade a weird-way of the woodway. And a place where demons hover. For the leaves that had been sleeping On the sodden soil-bed lying,Took a motion and gan a thousand small feet creeping. And there rose a distant sighing. Why the trees did droop their tresses. Weeping leaves for something what bode in dim recesses,Feline-Iurked in dim recesses. Paled my cheeks and heart to ponder. Had I feet I would have hurried. But the moonlit forest chained and body grasped and frost-fingers gripp
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