Skeleton Leaves With A Dedicatory Poem To The Late Hon Roden Noel

Author : Hedley Peek
Publisher : Rarebooksclub.com
ISBN 13 : 9781230063140
Total Pages : 32 pages
Book Rating : 4.0/5 (631 download)

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Download or read book Skeleton Leaves, with a Dedicatory Poem to the Late Hon. Roden Noel written by Hedley Peek and published by Rarebooksclub.com. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 32 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1895 edition. Excerpt: ...flows so smoothly to the sound Of dreamy music, and where night and day Are blended in an oft-recurring round Of varied pleasure. So the time passed on Until the evening shades began to fall; But, ere I left him, I had pledged my word To come once more and try the angler's sport. And many times we met, till soon I learned To cast a line with far more skilful hand, Piercing myself no more with pointed steel; Though a far subtler and abiding barb Was sinking hourly deeper in my heart, --The burning dart of love, --while I, meanwhile Regardless of the pain, still held it there, And let him press it closer, closer down. SKELETON LEA VES Yet till last night no spoken words of love Had passed between us. Then at last they came. As after some long drought we wait in hope For rain to drench the parched and thirsty ground, Watching the lurid clouds that gather round, Till from above a flash of darting light Bursts through the gloom and frees th' imprisoned shower; V So I, expectant, waited till the storm Of pent-up passion burst in one wild flash Over my life and bathed my soul with love. My lover urged that I should venture forth Some moonlight night and see how fair the view Of woods and hills and water lay revealed In that pure light. And so last night we met; I, stealing from the house with silent step, Fearful of watching eyes, was somewhat late, And as I came toward him, darkly robed And treading softly on the mossy path, He saw me not till thus I spoke to him. " Behold l your fairy queen at last has come, Risen from yonder calm and moonlit lake." And, speaking, I let fall the shrouding cloak, And stood before him all arrayed in white, ---A simple dress of some light muslin, made For evening wear, while round my waist...