 | The poems and prose writings of Sumner Lincoln Fairfield |  |
Winding through tangled passages—her brain
O'erfraught with the still horror—for no sound
Lived through the endless caverns—thought and sense
Of being fled from the doomed maiden's heart;
Time, mystery and darkness and lone death,
Like dim dreams, passed o'er her tranced brain, and earth
And agony and wrong and violence
Were but the shadows childhood sports withal!
O'erfraught with the still horror—for no sound
Lived through the endless caverns—thought and sense
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Time, mystery and darkness and lone death,
Like dim dreams, passed o'er her tranced brain, and earth
And agony and wrong and violence
Were but the shadows childhood sports withal!
| The poems and prose writings of Sumner Lincoln Fairfield | |