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Digitized by the Internet Arciiive in 2010 with funding from The Library of Congress http://www.archive.org/details/chordsofzitherOOscol Chords of the Zither Chords of the Zither Clinton Scollard Clinton, New York GEORGE WILLIAM BROWNING 1910 Copyright, September, 1910, by Clinton Scollard. 5 «/ The Author desires to thank the Editors of the various publications in which these verses originally appeared for their kind permission to reprint. ©CLA27304^ CONTENTS PAGE IN THE GRAND BAZAR 9 THE CARAVAN 11 MUWAGGAR 13 THE TOMB OF BIZZOS 14 LOOKING DOWN FROM LEBANON . . 15 THERE WAS AN ARCH AT BANIAS . . 18 SHIPS OF THE DESERT 19 FLOWERS 20 WELID, THE WATER-BEARER ... 21 TWO RIDERS 24 UNDER THE CAROB BOUGH ... 25 STARS OVER EGYPT 26 IN THE VALE OF MEDJ-EL-HAR ... 27 FAITHS 29 JERBA 30 SYRIAN LOVE SONG 32 GATH 33 THE CENSER 34 GOLDEN EYES 35 A PRISONER IN ARABY 37 A MUEZZIN 39 TIBERIAS 40 NIGHT IN LEBANON 41 MOONLIGHT IN THE DESERT ... 43 IN A SNOWSTORM 44 A SYRIAN MEMORY 45 DEAD CITIES 46 A SARABAND 47 1 chafed at the gyves that bouvd under the western star, When over the ivelter of ivaves a clear voice called from afar, And 1 said, "I ivill seek once more the Nile and the nenuphar!" So I strode to the long, low quays, and boarded a deep- decked bark, And we plowed through the phosphor seas by the beacons of day and dark Till we raised the Gate of the East with the sweep of its harbor arc. There lay the undulant dunes dull cinnabar in the sun, A drooping disk in the waves; and the palms rose one by one. And the Pillar of Pompey told of a time whose sands had run. Weirdly the ivindmills waved, arm upon circling arm; A flight of flamingoes gave to the heaven a roseate charm, And the twilight folded the land as a mother her child from harm. The conqueror's city glowed with a blending of prismy shades; The light of the Pharos flashed like the points of a myriad blades; And the hot Khamsin swept out of the night's dim col- onnades — Swept from the desert *s heart, a phantom of fiery breath, From the wide mysterious wastes inhere the sere earth shriveleth, Yet it spake with the lure of life not the hollow plaint of death. And it bore the old sweet smells — attar, incense and nard; It charmed tvith the old strange spells that the lost years have not scarred, The tinkle of anklet bells, the lilt of the wandering bard; The jangled cries of the street, music and discord met; The fountain's lyric purl, the zither's rhythmic fret. And the rapt muezzin's call from the crest of the minaret. And my soul yearned out to it all like a guest who is fain of a feast. While the cryptic orient stars on the scroll of the sky increased. And '* Welcome! welcome! son!" floated forth from the Gate of the East. Choeds of the Zither IN THE GRAND BAZAR In the Grand Bazar of the Damascenes, With its violet lights and purple sheens, And sifting in from the outer air The shimmer of amber here and there, You may touch through sight and sound and scent The very heart of the Orient ! Come, then, comrade, and let us drift With the human tides that part and shift And surge and jostle, and taste the thrill Of life that smacks of the desert still, And keeps some glimmering ghost of the state Of the glamoured days of the Caliphate! Haughty of mein and rich of dress. Saunter the Lords of the Wilderness — (Mark the pride of Bassan Beni, Sheik of a wide oasis he) — With their camel's-hair head-ropes bound with gold Over silvery kerchiefs fold on fold! Sellers of sherbet and sellers of sweets, Venders of spices and milk and meats, Water-bearers, with cheery chants, Droning dervishes, mendicants — Such is the mesh that the motley means In the Grand Bazar of the Damascenes! 10 Choeds op the Zither And when the chaffer and din are done, And the sun dips down behind Lebanon, And the last of the pilgrim feet has trod Through Bawabet Ullah, the Gates of God, And there's never a sign of a veiled face, Nor a proud Pasha (by Allah's grace!) Then what a pageant from Timur down Passes this pathway of old renown, — Spirits outstolen from paradise To wander awhile in their earthly guise, While night, with her spangled mantle, leans O'er the Grand Bazar of the Damascenes! Choeds of the Zithee 11 THE CARAVAN From underneath the carob shade, A wavering line of gray and white, I watch it lose its form and fade Like dreams across the face of night. Whither it goes I can but guess, Haply where ruined Tadmor stands, The voiceless haunt of loneliness, Amid the desert's swirling sands; Or toward the Tigris' tawny tide Into that land of ancient thrift Where Bagdad's rich bazars spread wide, And Haroun's minarets uplift; Or toward the swart Arabian skies, The home of sempiternal calms, Where pilgrims seek their paradise Through Mecca girdled with its palms. Yet howsoe'er it fares, I fare, In buoyant spirit I am one With those that drink the untrammeled air, The nomad children of the sun. 12 Chords op the Zither From camel-back I scan the waste A fair oasis sign to find, And stranger to all thoughts of haste Let my kaffeyeh take the wind. Sandaled with silence, on I press, Eousing before the flower of morn, Through spaces where forgetfulness Seems to have dwelt since time was born. And when, with soothing touch, comes night After the round of jars and joys. Above the head, in Allah's sight. The hosts of heaven wheel and poise. Throughout the strangely tranquil days I join in prayer and fast and feast. Looking on life with long, slow gaze As does the fatalistic East. And then — and then — the goal! — Ah, me! At last, wherever range th man, How well we know that there must be One bourn for every caravan! Chords of the Zither 15 MUWAGGAR Above the walls of Muwaggar There is no blot on all the blue, Only the vulture veering through The azure spaces faint and far. Within the gates of Muwaggar There is no warder but the wind; Only the mole, that burrower blind. Where prone the once proud portals are. Along the streets of Muwaggar There is no smoke of sacrifice; No garland laid, in votive wise, To any low or lordly Lar. Silence and Death in Muwaggar Have held supreme their citadel How long no tongue of man may tell, Without or let or ban or bar. Silence and Death in Muwaggar Will keep their triumph stronghold still, Aye, even until the Eternal Will Sunders from space the sun and star! 14 Chords of the Zither THE TOMB OF BIZZOS (Syi'ia) O'er Bizzos, son of Pardos, when he died, A skillful builder reared a noble tomb, Toiling until it marked the very bloom Of his rich art — a work that has defied For years unnumbered time's relentless tide. Its rare perfection lifts the pall of gloom From death, and we forget the pallid plume In dome and door, the unknown sculptor's pride. Bizzos, the son of Pardos ! — worthy man — So the inscription o'er the portal shows; And yet — and yet — ah, curious irony That he, and not the marvellous artisan Whose genius through each line of marble glows Should have achieved to immortality! Chords of the Zither 15 LOOKING DOWN FROM LEBANON Strains of lutes and sweet recorders, These the lips of morning bore; Roseate were the bloomy borders Of the Galilean shore. Through the blossoms up we mounted Till the crowning crest we won, And earth's ancient kingdoms counted, Looking down from Lebanon! There was Tyre, the myriad-towered; (Where was her tiara now?) There was Sidon, palm-embowered, Once so golden bright of brow; There where stretched the parched, unpitied Hauran in the flaming sun. Naught to see but wastes uneitied, Looking down from Lebanon! By the Jordan's lyric fountains Dan was as a buried shard ; Round Samaria 'mid her mountains Snarled the surly jackal guard; Yet from this despoilment cruel Still there shone resplendent one Beaming like a gleaming jewel, Looking down from Lebanon! 16 Chords of the Zither Aye, an opal glancing, glowing, Every lovely shifting shade Of an orient rainbow showing, — Beauty's very soul displayed; Such Damascus seemed, its story By some marvellous genie spun, Viewed, a radiant dream of glory. Looking down from Lebanon! Orchard-close and garth and garden,- Orange, citron, almond gloom, — Where the rose is ever warden. And the jasmines always bloom! Where from living wells eternal Singing waters leap and run, Scene inviolate and vernal Looking down from Lebanon! Here a minaret tapering slender As a shaft of amber light; There a watch-tower, stark defender Of the Saracenic might! Unbelievers, they may scoff it ! — Not so Allah's chosen son! "It is Paradise!" quoth the Prophet, Looking down from Lebanon! Chords of the Zither 17 Alpine summits, heights Andean, And those purple peaks that rise Toward the arching empyrean Where the fair Pacific lies, — Grant these all their wealth of wonder, But give me, when night is done, Just to be, the blue skies under, Looking down from Lebanon! 18 Chords of the Zither THERE WAS AN ARCH AT BANIAS There was an arch at Banias, A gateway bnilded royally, Whereon was graved for man to see, — For every traveler that might pass, — O'er all beneath the wheeling sun There rules supreme one Allah, — one! Crumbled that arch at Banias, No more than shard or shattered stone Round which the mountain winds make moan ; Yet still, howe'er the ages pass. O'er all beneath the ivheeling sun There rules supreme otie Allah, — one! Chords of the Zither 19 SHIPS OF THE DESERT Ships of the desert, whither are you bound, Gliding as silent as white barks at sea Across a shimmering level waste, profound In its immensity? Ships of the desert, I would voyage with you ; Buoy me and bear me, a most willing thrall, One of the tawny, of the turbaned crew Of your swart ammiral ! Rare eastern unguents, fabrics of rich looms. Jars brimmed with myrrh and bales of costly spice, Attars distilled from velvet-petal led blooms And gems of princely price, — These are your burdens, yet it is not these That lure my spirit o'er yon burning zone, But the sun-spell, the evasive mysteries That gird the vast unknown ! For somewhere there, undesecrate, apart, In all its virgin loveliness of guise, A something whispers to my wandering heart That earth's lost Eden lies! 20 Chords of the Zither FLOWERS Over each Syrian hillslope, And up each Syrian glen, Behold the billows of poppies, Lupin and cyclamen! Here swayed the mightiest armies, A turbulent human flood, And here the innocent meadows Were dyed with innocent blood! Darius and Alexander, — Conquered and conqueror! How the flowers, the faithful flowers, Follow the feet of War! Chords of the Zither 21 WELID, THE WATER-BEARER It fell in the time of famine that the water-springs ran dry, For rillet, and well, and fountain were lapped by the thirsty sky That burned day-long with a fever, and lay through the night a-swoon In heat that hung like a halo round the disk of the lurid moon. The fruit on the bough was wizened, and the grain in the field was dead; The sheep were faint on the hillside, the kine were faint in the shed; And prayer arose in the morning, ere the hoarse muez- zin cried, And prayer was heard at nightfall long after the twi- light died. Now the days of evil strengthened with the wane of each heavy hour, And Welid, the water-bearer, had never a coin for dower. For the frenzied people flouted that he bore them bitter drink From the parching pools of the desert with salt like foam at the brink. 22 Choeds of the Zither And there sat as guest at Ms hearthstone Despair of the icy breath, And he felt a grip at his heart-strings, the clutch of the hand of Death. But lo, in the noon's hot languor his soul went out in a dream, And he stood in a land of plenty on the bank of a crys- tal stream; And there he beheld beside him a man with a godlike face. Whose presence clothed with a glory the whole of the vernal place! Green was the hue of his turban, and the robe that he wore was white, And the poor man knew the Prophet by the flood of the heavenly light. And he fell on his knees before him and covered his dazzled eyes. "Arise!" said the one immortal, '^0 my faithful ser- vant, rise! Thou shalt bring to my suffering people a boon from the heart of earth; In the castle rock-well olden this hour hath a fountain birth Where never, in ken of the living, hath a drop of water rilled, Chords of the Zither 23 But now, behold, thou wilt find it with the wine of nature filled! The voice of prayer is answered that ye firm in faith abide ; No more by the fire of famine and thirst shall the land be tried." The vision paled and vanished, and Welid arose and ran Through the fervid streets of the city like a fever-mad- dened man. He won to the ancient castle that gloomed from its craggy height, A bulwark to Arab armies in the press of the stubborn fight; And there, amid braided brambles, where the ramparts reared o'erhead, Did a fount gush cool and limpid, as the shining one had said. Then the joyful man toward Mecca bowed thrice the fount beside, — ''Thou hast saved thy people, Allah, through thy hum- blest child!" he cried. 24 Chords of the Zither TWO RIDERS With Nahar sitting in his goat's-hair tent (Nahar the just, the owner of fat flocks) While o'er tlie fire the fragrant coffee bean Simmered and sung, I heard the hurry of hoofs, And one stood in tlie doorway. Nahar cried, Upon him gazing kindly, "Welcome, friend. And in the Prophet's name! Who rides with thee?'' Answered the other, entering, "Only Allah!" Chords of the Zither 25 UNDER THE OAROB BOUGH Under the bough of a carob We sat till the sun sank low, And the love song of an Arab Came up through the afterglow. It held our silent heeding From tremulous start to fall, With its little catch of pleading At each drooping interval. And sudden it all grew clearer, — What I yearned so to express ; And I knew you were leaning nearer With a smiling tenderness. Ah, a lonely heart goes roaming, And again I long for it now, — • That hour in the Syrian gloaming Under the carob bough! 26 Chords of the Zither STAKS OVER EGYPT We are the orbs eternal Lighting the outer void, Blossoms forever vernal, Aster and asteroid; Isis and Osiris And Anunon, what are they? They are as marsh fire is ; We are for aye and a day ! The Serapeum solemn, The Sphinx with brooding lid, Capital and column, Pylon and pyramid, Memnon's silenced singing Under the dawning ray — They are as swallows winging; We are for aye and a day! When ne'er a Pharos flaming Brightens the whelmed earth, When man shall have done with naming The creatures of mortal birth, ' When all the creeds have crumbled As crumbles the potter's clay, We shall abide unhumbled; We are for aye and a day ! Chords of the Zither 27 IN THE VALE OF MEDJ-EL-HAR Bleak above brood peaks of peril, — Umber streaked with cinnabar, — While below stretch meads of beryl In the vale of Medj-el-Har. When dawn breaks or daytime closes Blow no wanton winds to mar The soft swaying of the roses In the vale of Medj-el-Har. Nightingales their love-notes olden Lift to greet the vesper star; E'en the silences are golden In the vale of Medj-el-Har. Lovely lote and graceful osier, Waters like the clear Pharpar, To the eye yield rapt disclosure In the vale of Medj-el-Har. Mosque and khan and highway babel, Chaffer of the loud bazar. Faint they are as tongues of fable In the vale of Medj-el-Har. 28 Chords of the Zither All the blisses dreamed by mortals, Life and love without a scar, Wait beyond the shining portals In the vale of Medj-el-Har. Chords of the Zither 29 FAITHS Anubis and Osiris, Bast and Baal, These faiths are as blown sand before the wind, And where redoubtable Ammon was enshrined Only the prowling desert beasts prevail. Prone are the temples in the Delphian dale, And the Cumean sibyl who shall find? Proud Astoreth from glory has declined, And Thor is but a dim-remembered tale. Their signs and symbols are but perished things, Engulfed for aye in the abyss of night ; But one clear star its fadeless splendor flings Adown the years unchanging to the sight. And though death winnow with its darksome wings Still points the way unto the Perfect Light ! 30 Chords of the Zither JERBA Jerba, the sheik, who ruled the Ben Shamar, Lay groveling in the doorway of his tent, For tyrannous despair had stormed his heart And banished hope. Around, the brazen noon Shimmered with maddening lustre on the sand. Within, the women moaned; and by the well, Beneath the breezeless shadow of the palms, The children whimpered. Parched the pastures were Wanting the silvery benison of showers ; One after one had failed the lagging flock, While all save chaff had vanished of the grain That many a day had held gaunt famine off. In vain had prayers at rise and set of sun, At midnight, and the fever of high noon. Been lifted up to Allah. Not a sign To suppliant man gave back the cruel sky. And now to Jerba, pinched and haggard-eyed, Out of the blistering waste rode strangers twain, And craved both food and shelter at his hand. Shame sits forever on the brow of him Who sends the traveler hungry from his door, And though sharp anguish thorned him to the heart, Forth from his tent went Jerba, head down-bent, The poignance of his sorrow moving him Until his footsteps faltered. Thus he came Chords of the Zither 31 Unto the tether of his faithful steed, The horse that oft had borne him fleet and far, Whose noble sire might well have been the wind So swift he was. Here, sobbing, on his knees The sheik sank, raising one more trustful prayer To him who reigns supreme in paradise. Then, his fine features grim with stern resolve, The word "forgiveness" poised upon his lip. For to his soul it seemed the steed must know, He drew his scimitar. It poised in air. Glittered a second, golden in the sun, When, hark,— a cry, wherethrough vibrated joy! And as he set eyes on the long-watched east, Lo, there the angel of deliverance dawned. For those strange desert-ships, the camels, came With opulent cargo! Round his horse's neck With passionate tenderness clasped Jerba's arms "Great is thy name, Allah!" low he cried, "Nor fail thy benefactions to that man Who, sorely tried, grips duty still to heart!" 32 Chords of the Zither SYRIAN LOVE SONG There's a glade amid the mountains (Lovely glade!) Glamoured by the flash of fountains And the cedar shade; There the moon seems wrought of amber, And the stars; And the roses coil and clamber Round Zuleika's casement bars! Hasten, hasten, bear me thither, Eager feet! Be in tune, throbbing zither, With a music sweet ! Aid me, love, fitly to fashion (Aid me, stars!) Words to voice my ardent passion 'Neath Zuleika's casement bars! Lo, a shadowy bar uncloses To disclose Her fair face among the roses Radiant as a rose! Gleaming eyes the gloom have rifted, (Wondrous stars!) And my heart by love is lifted To Zuleika's casement bars! Chords of the Zither GATH Pillar and plinth o'erthrown, Stone upon toppled stone With the lean lichen grown, — Cairn by a desert path, — And this is Gath! Only the lizard sly, Only the vulture high In the burnt vault of sky; Glory — its aftermath! And this is Gath ! 34 Choeds op the Zither THE CENSER To one who prayed beneath a lentisk bough Outcried a curious passer, "What art thou?" The kneeling devotee made quick reply — "In Allah's mosque, the world, a censer I; And daily, morn and noon and night, I raise Unto his throne my frankincense of praise." Chords of the Zither 35 GOLDEN-EYES Golden-Eyes, let us resume That remote, rich-memoried hour When the poppies were in bloom By the old clepsydra tower! Crimson roses let us twine, Garlands from the myrtle tree. Votive wreaths for Ishtar's shrine By the blue Sidonian sea ! Warders by the water wall. We will hear their deep-voiced hail, And the immemorial thrall Of the hidden nightingale, — Atys whose sore-burdened heart Is through chords of melody Eased of sorrow and its smart By the ))lue Sidonian sea! We will hark the tettix shrill Its long-drawn, persistent note; List the lute-tones of the rill Rippling from its silvern throat; Prom the braided laurel shade Watch the sun droop royally. Love-beguiled man and maid By the blue Sidonian sea! 36 Chords op the Zither Life will be for us a cup With the wine of joy a-brim; We will lift the chalice up While the day grows dusk and dim Once again, in haunting wise, Comes the magic dream to me> — Comes the dream of Golden-Eyes By the blue Sidonian sea ! Chobds of the Zither 37 A PRISONER IN ARABY My body is stayed by iron bars, But my spirit is as free As the wind that wanders beneath the stars, Or the foal of the Nedjidee. So I mount and ride through the spacious night Toward a far oasis well, And ere ever the palm trees lift in sight I am shaken under a spell. For one there waits in her goat's-hair tent For my coming in yearning wise ; And no planet in all the firmament Has the light of her loving eyes. No bird of song in a Meccan bower Her tender voice can eclipse ; And there never blossomed a mountain flower With the fragrance of her lips. Fleet as a hind in the midnight gleam I steal to her tent door lone, And she opens her arms in a waking dream, And whispers, ''my own! my own!" 38 Chords of the Zither They may fetter my body with gyve and bond Their prison gates behind, But, by Allah above, in the Great Beyond, My spirit they cannot bind! Chords of the Zither 39 A MUEZZIN Allah il Allah!" thus his matin cry O'er the awakened city floats abroad, Rings through the spaces of the morning sky,- '' There is no God but God!" Albeit his lips thus loudly part in prayer, Anon he goes to haggle in the mart Where his shrewd, avaricious eyes declare Greed is his god at heart! 40 Choeds of the Zither TIBERIAS By the clear margin of the sea Of mountain-guarded Galilee, Well-nigh forsaken and forgot, A shunned and evil- omened spot It seems to all who pause or pass, — Tiberias ! Tiberias ! Bearing the name of him who thrust On Rome his wolfish love of lust, Builded by him whose fell intent Judea's babes to slaughter sent, Dire was its fathering, — alas, Tiberias! Tiberias! And so it stands, a memory. By Galilee's blue-bosomed sea. Of wantonness and pride o'erthrown; Hark how the dirging winds, intone O'er it their melancholy mass! — Tiberias ! Tiberias ! Chords of the Zither 41 NIGHT IN LEBANON Noon of night in Lebanon ! What a gathering-place for dreams! Little silver-tongued streams Singing all in unison; And that lutantist, the wind, Sowing fallow fields of air With his music-seeds that find Mellow nurture everywhere, Flowering into long delight; — Lebanon at noon of night! Noon of night in Lebanon ! Sibyl whispers from the trees, Omens, portents, prophecies; And the gracious benison Of the hand of solitude. Freeing from doubt's cruel clutch, Healing every bitter mood With the magic of its touch. Giving sense a wider sight ; — Lebanon at noon of night ! 42 Chords of the Zither Noon of night in Lebanon! to linger, to wait At the morning's darkened gate For the coming of the snn! With the rapture of escape From the world in every vein, And the fragrance of the grape Blent with every breeze we drain ! God's clear stars above the height;- Lebanon at noon of night! Chords of the Zither 43 MOONLIGHT IN THE DESERT We saw the moon ascend the skies As though to music chorded deep, — Sweet, super-earthly harmonies Swept through the great, calm halls of Sleep. Then in ethereal equipoise It seemed to hang, a bubble blown Of tenuous gold, as pure as joy's First ecstasy in Eden known. And lo, a miracle ! for all That arid waste, compact of gloom, And unto desolation thrall. Was as a garden girt with bloom. Topaz and veined amethyst The paths that wended up and down; And in a veil of violet mist The distances appeared to drown. Despite we knew that dawn would show But hideous sand-blight to our eyes, So strong the spell it was as though We stood in Allah's paradise. 44 Chords op the Zither IN A SNOWSTORM You see in yon blind swirl that blurs the sky, Sharp winter's admonition; the chill threat That days tempestuous above us set At last to its white climax brought; but I, Through some strange magic of the mind, descry A shower of citron blossoms 'neath whose net All save youth's passionate glamour I forget In a walled garden of old Tripoli. In the blast's swoop and eddy you discern Only mad discords, warped and tortured strings Swept by insensate winter's cruel hand; While I toward strains of rapturous music turn, Moved to fond dreams, to sweet imaginings. By love's low lutings in a summer land. Chords of the Zither 45 A SYRIAN MEMORY Do you recall that night at Kerf Hawar, The still air fragrant with some soft perfume, And the refulgent glory of one star High in the sky above old Nimrod's tomb? The gushing stream by which we loved to rove, The slowly-rising moon's enamored tale, And in the quiet of the poplar grove The tuneful passion of the nightingale 1 The wastes wide-reaching where the jackals cried And phantom figures seemed to come and go, And o'er us, like a monarch in his pride, Majestic Hermon with his crown of snow? The slender maiden of mysterious guise. The beauteous one who bore the water-jar. And all the orient witchery of her eyes — Do you recall that night at Kerf Hawar? 46 Chords of the Zither DEAD CITIES Not one stone on another may you find, Where the stark plain lies bare beneath the sun, And desolation holds dominion dun, And ghostlike whispers shiver down the wind. No fair fruit swells to burst the ripened rind, Adown the slopes no singing rillets run; Each feathered migrant seems the spot to shun As though grim Pestilence were there enshrined. Yet there once bourgeoned green fertility. The waste was opulent with oil and wine, And multi-colored life knew wide control; — Friend, may thine eyes, reverting, never see, As the swift-shortening days of age decline. These Sodoms and Gomorrahs of the soul! Chords of the Zither 47 A SARABAND And then she trod a subtle saraband, She who was grace's lithe embodiment, Holding within her eyes, where brooded night. The glow and glamour of some orient land; And weaving with a wafture of her hand A sense-ensnaring spell wherein were blent All witcheries of delight. Strange lights and shadows hid within her hair Wherethrough was shot a tiny shaft of gold; Her feet were sandaled as with Psyche's wings; And to a haunting, yet evasive, air She glided here, poised, dipped and darted there. Recoiled, and waved one gleaming, gauzy fold With tender languishings. Then failed she like blown vapor, or a star Plucked from the midnight's purple mysteries And cast into the outer void afar; And while me thought I still could hear her sighs I stumbled out of dream, and there were you Smiling upon me, real and fond and true. With your all-loving eyes! Night and the desert and the quenchless stars, — TJnfathomed mysteries, — The door whereto no mortal hey unbars, • Lo, all things change hut these! Night and the desert and the quenchless stars, — I who have hnoivn your spell, Shall I, one day, ivhen Death's dark door unbars, Learn the unfathomable? Jr ^& Deacidified using the Bookkeeper proc Neutralizing agent: Magnesium Oxide Treatment Date: Oct. 2009 PreservationTechnologi A WORLD LEADER IN COLLECTIONS PRESERVA 111 Thomson Park Drive Cranberrv Township, PA 1 6066 LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 015 871 623 9