 | Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge |  |
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FAITH.
The wind drove the moon
To a sky-built cave,
And closed it up
As it were her grave.
The cave threw wide
A silver portal—
And forth she came,
Serene, immortal!
To a sky-built cave,
And closed it up
As it were her grave.
The cave threw wide
A silver portal—
And forth she came,
Serene, immortal!
He piled black clouds
In angry might,
Till lost in gloom
Was all her light.
The clouds a moment
Held her under;
Then, glorified,
They burst asunder!
In angry might,
Till lost in gloom
Was all her light.
The clouds a moment
Held her under;
Then, glorified,
They burst asunder!
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The wind, that night,
Bemoaned and whistled
Till all the forest
Stirred and bristled;
While moonbeams stole
To tear-wet pillows,
And found their way
Through grave-yard willows.
Bemoaned and whistled
Till all the forest
Stirred and bristled;
While moonbeams stole
To tear-wet pillows,
And found their way
Through grave-yard willows.
| Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge | |