Southern garland . r;And on your faceThe twilight stayed another shone so pale;And all around men talked as in amarket-place. I heard them talk, and felt No interest stir In what they said. Roses w^ere nigh you, and upon the air The breath of love, And all about the world moved on with nervous tread. I heard it not; for down And round about My soul you drew The veils that shut the loud earth out. And I and you Were there alone, no one beside but I and you! What words w^ere those w^e said?Old ones, with the pain Of all w^ho Ve kissed and talked sighed farewell
Southern garland . r;And on your faceThe twilight stayed another shone so pale;And all around men talked as in amarket-place. I heard them talk, and felt No interest stir In what they said. Roses w^ere nigh you, and upon the air The breath of love, And all about the world moved on with nervous tread. I heard it not; for down And round about My soul you drew The veils that shut the loud earth out. And I and you Were there alone, no one beside but I and you! What words w^ere those w^e said?Old ones, with the pain Of all w^ho Ve kissed and talked sighed farewell, And mixed their tears and kissed, and sighed farewellagain. We stood a sainted while. And then your hand Sought to be free, And you were gone and all the land Was under gloom. And lamps were lit for other men, but none for me. ^|){ I stood and watched you go, I)iddCn And suddenly CIdC. The loud world grew Like some great-voiced, insetting sea; And men -went by. Talking of trade and war and all but love and you. $. THE RED-TRESSED MAIDEN. the c ,, Bidden ? ED she is in a robe or sable, _. .^ Rosy with pictures and tales to tell,She is a fairy and yet no fable, Weaving the dreams that we love so?well. Out in the dark where the night-winds hurry And dead leaves carpet the silent hath a charm for the mind a-worry. For the worn white face a fresh young blush. Tell her a story of some love laid in The grave long since with a maiden will not taunt you, the Red-Tressed Maiden Dressed in her mantle of starless night. With fingers potent as rich wine chosen From dusty cellars where years lie melts the ice in the veins long frozen, And the blood runs chainless, the heart grows red. Her ears have hearkened the joyous , maid-lifted, through years and years To frescoed dome and to smoky tears and tears and ceaseless tears. Old as the world, and some say older, Is she, and yet she is young and sweet:She heard the story the Cave-Man tol
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