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XVIII. A MESSENGER
Two years within the lonely room
I watched. No sweet ghost came:
No hand that sought mine, grasping through the gloom;
No wings more sun-bright than the dawn's bright flame.
I watched. No sweet ghost came:
No hand that sought mine, grasping through the gloom;
No wings more sun-bright than the dawn's bright flame.
All waited, silent, as of old;
The pictures and the chair:
The merry firelight touched to dancing gold
The mantle, framed, of her who was not there.
The pictures and the chair:
The merry firelight touched to dancing gold
The mantle, framed, of her who was not there.
Then lo! one winter night it happed
That I sat there alone,
Lonely in heart as moonless hills snow-capped,
Dreaming of love's pale desecrated throne;
That I sat there alone,
Lonely in heart as moonless hills snow-capped,
Dreaming of love's pale desecrated throne;
When through the door there passed a form
With beauty crowned and light
Whose wings imperious took the dark by storm,
As sunrise storms the rampires of the night.
With beauty crowned and light
Whose wings imperious took the dark by storm,
As sunrise storms the rampires of the night.
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The night's pure freshness wreathed her head:
The live soul of the sun
Shone through her eyes She gazed at me and said,
“Behold! the living and the dead are one.”
The live soul of the sun
Shone through her eyes She gazed at me and said,
“Behold! the living and the dead are one.”
With living voice that strangely sweet
Upon my spirit fell
She said: “I come to comfort and to greet;
I come to tell thy spirit that all is well.”
Upon my spirit fell
She said: “I come to comfort and to greet;
I come to tell thy spirit that all is well.”
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