 | Chips, fragments and vestiges by Gail Hamilton |  |
SHADOWS
Down the long lane with slow footfall
I saw him go;
Above his pale brow, pale moon-beams;
Beneath, the snow.
I saw him go;
Above his pale brow, pale moon-beams;
Beneath, the snow.
Deep into the old oaks' broad shadow
His pathway led,
And their bare old arms they tossed wildly
Above his head.
His pathway led,
And their bare old arms they tossed wildly
Above his head.
But he passed out from the old oaks' shadow
Unscathed and free,
Out into the flooding moonlight
Away from me.
Unscathed and free,
Out into the flooding moonlight
Away from me.
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Then a shadow settled down on my heart
From the still air;
Deeper, darker, than the old oaks' shadow,
It resteth there.
From the still air;
Deeper, darker, than the old oaks' shadow,
It resteth there.
Feb. 26, 1855.
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