Old Spookses' Pass, Malcolm's Katie, and other poems by Isabella Valancy Crawford
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"Still beat them down and swept their dust abroad;
"Her iron finger wrote on mountain sides "Her deeds and prowess--and her own soft plume "Wore down the hills! Again drew darkly on "A night of deep forgetfulness; once more "Time seem'd to pause upon forgotten graves-- "Once more a young dawn stole into her eyes-- "Again her broad wings stirr'd, and fresh clear airs, "Blew the great clouds apart;--again Time said, "'This is my birth--my deeds and handiwork "'Shall be immortal.' Thus and so dream on "Fool'd nations, and thus dream their dullard sons. "Naught is immortal save immortal--Death!" Max paus'd and smil'd: "O, preach such gospel, friend, "To all but lovers who most truly love; "For _them_, their gold-wrought scripture glibly reads "All else is mortal but immortal--Love!" "Fools! fools!" his friend said, "most immortal fools!-- "But pardon, pardon, for, perchance, you love?" "Yes," said Max, proudly smiling, "thus do I "Possess the world and feel eternity!" Dark laughter blacken'd in the other's eyes: "Eternity! why, did such Iris arch "Ent'ring our worm-bored planet, never liv'd "One woman true enough such tryst to keep!" "I'd swear by Kate," said Max; "and then, I had "A mother, and my father swore by her." "By Kate? Ah, that were lusty oath, indeed! "Some other man will look into her eyes, "And swear me roundly, 'By true Catherine!' |
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