. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . angAs if h^r song could have no ending ;I saw )ier singing at her oer the sickle bending;I listened till I had my fill;And as I mounted up the hillThe music in my heart I boreLong after it was heard no more. TIfE DOOR-STEP. EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN. ?Wilil^[Ii;conferencemecting through at last, I Than I, who strjipcd Ixforc thcin all Who longed to see nilget thr iiiiK^.n, j Wo boys around the vestry waited,. floe the girls come trijiping jiastLike Hnow-birds willing to bninat
. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . angAs if h^r song could have no ending ;I saw )ier singing at her oer the sickle bending;I listened till I had my fill;And as I mounted up the hillThe music in my heart I boreLong after it was heard no more. TIfE DOOR-STEP. EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN. ?Wilil^[Ii;conferencemecting through at last, I Than I, who strjipcd Ixforc thcin all Who longed to see nilget thr iiiiK^.n, j Wo boys around the vestry waited,. floe the girls come trijiping jiastLike Hnow-birds willing to bninatod. Not braver ho that leaps tho wall,By level musket-flashes litton, But no, HJio bluslied and took my armlWo lotlhe old folks have tho highway, And Htartod lowanl tho Mapio Farm,Along a kind of Iovoth by-way. THE DOOR-STEP. 369 I cant remember what we said,Twas nothing worth a song or story, Vet that rude path by which wo spedSeemed all transformed and in a glorv. The little hand oufpide her mnfF—0 sculptor, if you could but mould iti So sligiitly touched my jacket-cuff,To keep it warm I had to hold iU. Tiij sn )w wa; crisp l».-neath our lect,The moon was full, the fields were gleaming; Py hood and tippet sheltered sweetHer face with youth and health waabeaming. To Lave her with me there alone,Twas love and fear and triumulblended: At last we reached the foot-worn stonaWhere that delicious journey ended. 370 REGULUS TO THE ROMAN SENATE. She shook her ringlets from her hood, And with a Thank you Ned, dissembled, But yet I knew she understoodWith what a daring wish I trembled. A cloud passed kindly overhead, The moon was slyly peeping through it, fet hid its face, as if it said, Come, now or never, do it, do it! I My lips till then had onh knownThe kiss of mother and of sister, I But somehow full upon her ownI Sweet, rosy, darling mouth—I kissed her ? Perhaps twas boyish love, yet still, I 0 listless woman ! weary lover! i To feel once more that fresh wild thrill, I Id giv
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