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The ghost's entry and other poems

Piatt, John James (1835-1917)
  
[dedication]

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THE GHOST'S ENTRY, ETC.
  
THE GHOST'S ENTRY
  
OTHO IN THE TOMB OF CHARLEMAGNE
  
POOR MOTH
  
THE OLD PIANO'S PLAYER
  
A TRAGEDY OF LONG BRIDGE
  
WRECK
  
AWAKE IN A HAUNTED HOUSE
  
THE DEAD STAR
  
THE UNBIDDEN GUEST
  
THE SILENT PASSENGER
  
DREAM-WORLD
  
THE DEAD HOUSE-FIRE
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QUATRAINS
 1. 
I FEUDAL TENURE
 2. 
II SAINT CECILIA
 3. 
III AT AN ANCIENT SHRINE
 4. 
IV APPRECIATION AND VALUE
 5. 
V AT BURIAL SERVICE
 6. 
VI AFTER-WEALTH
 7. 
VII NEW LIFE
 8. 
VIII A WHITE LIAR
 9. 
IX ON LEAVING AN OLD HOUSE
 10. 
X AT HOME
 11. 
XI A DEDICATION
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IN THE OHIO VALLEY
  
THE OLD WOODMAN'S AXE
  
JENNY'S WAY TO HONOUR
  
THE HARVEST SPRING
  
A WINTER MORNING IDYL
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TWO WALKS IN AUTUMN
 1. 
I IN NOVEMBER WOODS
 2. 
II AMONG FALLEN LEAVES
  
ODE FOR THE OPENING OF THE MUSIC HALL AT CINCINNATI, MAY FESTIVAL 1878
  
TO A LONELY WOODLAND SPRING
  
AN EPITAPH
  
ON THE OLD FRONTIER LINE
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CLIO IN THE CAPITOL, ETC.
  
CLIO IN THE CAPITOL
  
TRANSFIGURATION
  
THE END OF THE JOURNEY
  
THE BOYS IN BLUE
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MISCELLANEOUS
  
THE YELLOW LEAF IN THE POET'S BOOK
  
THE WINDOW-MIRACLE
  
THE MINER'S BETROTHAL
  
‘CLOSED IN MY POET'S BOOK, I SEE’
  
HOME-BELLS IN THE DESERT
  
THE DAYS OF THE WEEK
  
A CHILD'S FACE
  
FROM THE WINDOW OF A GREAT LIBRARY
  
A LOST KINGDOM OF GODS
  
TO THE MONTH OF MARCH
  
A DREAM OF CHURCH-WINDOWS
  
A DYING YEAR
  
THE FISHERMAN'S LIGHTHOUSE
  
TWO MOODS OF OCTOBER
  
MISTRESS OF THE RING
  
A CANDLE'S LIGHT
  
THE RING OF FASTRADA
  
TO NIGHT, THE HEALER
  
THE COMING-FORTH OF STARS
  
HIS DREAM OF HER
  
IN FAIR AND FOUL WEATHER
  
AN ANGEL WITH A BROOM

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AN ANGEL WITH A BROOM

IN THE HOUSE BEAUTIFUL

A Dutch Picture

Asleep, I had a dream:
Awake, as it did seem,—
While the gold-breathing dawn
Lit dewy lane and lawn
Without, and on my wall,
Within, rose-light did fall,—
I saw there in my room
An Angel with a Broom.
Careful, from side to side,
Her gentle task she plied;
Motes, risen as slant rays streamed,
A mist of cherubs seemed:
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These, like a halo, wore
That Sweeper of my floor.
—Then I awoke in sooth
To know the happy truth
How Love, with holy Duty,
Gives Use its heavenly beauty.
I saw within my room
An Angel with a Broom:
‘Pray, what is it you do?’
‘I keep this House for you.’
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