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Ebook has 312 lines and 17600 words, and 7 pages
NIGHT HAS ITS FEAR 7
THE SORROWFUL MASQUERADE 12
OCTOBER MOONLIGHT 13
THE FLESH AND THE DREAM 15
VAUDEVILLE 16
THE BELOV?D 19
PROUD DOOM 21
THE SECRET ONE 22
THE UNDISSUADABLE AUSTERITY 25
BLIND PLAYERS 26
TRAVAIL 28
THE POET TELLS OF HIS LOVE 29
THE BURIED DREAM 31
HAUNTED EARTH 32
LONG AGO 34
TCHAIKOVSKY: FIFTH SYMPHONY 35
MIRROR 36
PLAINT 38
ANDANTE 39
THE DEAR MYSTERY 42
IN THE DARK CITY 43
IMMENSITY 47
SEA-HORIZONS 48
OF DAY CAME NIGHT 51
PILGRIM 53
BY THE GRAY SEA 54
THE FISH-HAWK 55
DISDAINFUL BEAUTY 57
MY LONELY ONE 58
WILD THOUGHT 63
JOURNEY'S END 64
BELATED LOVE 65
A LEAVE-TAKING 66
BUT LOVE-- 72
ANNE 73
THE SILENCE 74
EXULTATION 75
SONG OF SONGS 77
SORROWFUL FREEDOM 78
STARLESS MORNING 79
PHANTOM 80
LEGEND 81
THE BLACK PANTHER
There is a panther caged within my breast; But what his name, there is no breast shall know Save mine, nor what it is that drives him so, Backward and forward, in relentless quest-- That silent rage, baffled but unsuppressed, The soft pad of those stealthy feet that go Over my body's prison to and fro, Trying the walls forever without rest.
All day I feed him with my living heart; But when the night puts forth her dreams and stars, The inexorable Frenzy reawakes: His wrath is hurled upon the trembling bars, The eternal passion stretches me apart, And I lie silent--but my body shakes.
DIM WISDOMS
NIGHT HAS ITS FEAR
Night has its fear: As the slow dusk advances, and the day Fades out in fire along the starry way, The ancient doubt draws near.
Vague shapes of dread-- Soft owl, or moth, and timid, twittering things-- Move through the growing dark; on furtive wings The bat flits overhead.
And in the house The death-watch ticks, the dust of time is stirred With timorous footfalls, in the night is heard The gnawing of the mouse.
Through the old room What phantoms throng, what shapes that to and fro Tremble, and lips that laughed here long ago-- Gone back into the gloom!
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