Delayed it may be for more lives yet, Thro' worlds I shall traverse, not a few: Much is to learn, much to forget Ere the time be come for taking you. But the time will come, at last it will, When, Evelyn Hope, what meant (I shall say) In the new life come in the old one's stead. I have lived (I shall say) so much since then, Gained me the gains of various men, Ransacked the ages, spoiled the climes; I loved you, Evelyn, all the while! My heart seemed full as it could hold; There was place and to spare for the frank young smile, And the red young mouth, and the hair's young gold, So hush, I will give you this leaf to keep: See, I shut it inside the sweet cold hand! There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand. A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM Take this kiss upon the brow! Edgar Allen Poe. Yet if hope has flown away I stand amid the roar But a dream within a dream? FLOWER IN THE CRANNIED WALL Flower in the crannied wall, Alfred Tennyson. I pluck you out of the crannies; Hold you here, root and all, in my hand, A WOMAN'S LAST WORD Robert Browning. Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before, Love, -Only sleep! -Must a little weep, Love, And so fall asleep, Love, THE OLD MAN GOES TO TOWN J. G. Swinnerton. Well, wife, I've been to 'Frisco, an' I called to see the boys. I'm tired, an' more'n half deafened with the travel an' the noise; So I'll sit down by the chimbly, and rest my weary bones, And tell how I was treated by our 'ristocratic sons. As soon's I reached the city, I hunted up our Dan Ye know he's now a celebrated wholesale business man. I walked down from the depo'-Dan keeps a country seatAn' I thought to go home with him, an' rest my weary feet. All the way I kep'a thinkin' how famous it 'ud be me An' remember the old times, when my little "curly head" Used to cry out, "Good-night, papa!" from his little trundle-bed. I never thought a minit that he wouldn't want to see Dan was settin' by a table, an' a-writin' in a book. I didn't stay a great while, but inquired after Rob. An' when I left, Dan, in a tone that almost broke me down, Said, "Call an' see me, won't ye, whenever you're in town?" It was ruther late that evenin' when I found our Robert's house; There was music, lights and dancin' and a mighty big carouse. At the door a nigger met me, an' he grinned from ear to ear, Sayin' "Keerds ob invitation, or you nebber git in here." I said I was Rob's father; an', with another grin, Then I started fur the tavern, fur I knowed there, anyway, They wouldn't turn me out so long's I'd money fur to pay. An' Rob an' Dan had left me about the streets to roam, An' neither of 'em axed me if I'd money to git home. It may be the way o' rich folks-I don't say 'at it is notBut we remember some things Rob an' Dan have quite forgot. We didn't quite expect this, when, twenty years ago, We mortgaged the old homestead to give Rob an' Dan a show. I didn't look fur Charley, but I happened just to meet Him with a lot o' friends o' his'n, a-comin' down the street. I thought I'd pass on by him, for fear our youngest son Would show he was ashamed o' me, as Rob an' Dan had done. But soon as Charley seen me, he, right afore 'em all, Said: "God bless me, there's my father!" as loud as he could bawl. Then he introduced me to his frien's, and sent 'em all away, Tellin' 'em he'd see 'em later, but was busy for that day. |