The Human Inheritance The New Hope, Motherhood. By William Sharp |
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REVELATION. |
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REVELATION.
Lo, in that shadowy place wherein is foundThe pale unreal fruit which men call dreams,
I wander'd. Ever underneath wan gleams
Of misty moonlight faintly shining round—
Long resting on the silent trees as sound
Before awakening, and o'er sedgy streams
Moving like wind in broad and quivering beams—
A spirit walked beside me. From a mound,
Rustling with poplar leaves from top to base,
Some bird I knew not shrilled a cry of dole,
So bitter, I cried out to God for grace:
Then spake that one, While onward thy years roll
Thou shalt be haunted by this hated face—
And looking up I looked on mine own soul.
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