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Must not I even warm my hands but I am charged with blasphemies？〃 。
。 。
… His face convulses as the morning cock that moment crows；
And he stops； and turns； and goes。
THE OBLITERATE TOMB
〃More than half my life long
Did they weigh me falsely； to my bitter wrong；
But they all have shrunk away into the silence
Like a lost song。
〃And the day has dawned and come
For forgiveness； when the past may hold it dumb
On the once reverberate words of hatred uttered
Half in delirium 。 。 。
〃With folded lips and hands
They lie and wait what next the Will commands；
And doubtless think； if think they can： 'Let discord
Sink with Life's sands！'
〃By these late years their names；
Their virtues； their hereditary claims；
May be as near defacement at their grave…place
As are their fames。〃
Such thoughts bechanced to seize
A traveller's minda man of memories …
As he set foot within the western city
Where had died these
Who in their lifetime deemed
Him their chief enemyone whose brain had schemed
To get their dingy greatness deeplier dingied
And disesteemed。
So； sojourning in their town；
He mused on them and on their once renown；
And said； 〃I'll seek their resting…place to…morrow
Ere I lie down；
〃And end； lest I forget；
Those ires of many years that I regret；
Renew their names； that men may see some liegeness
Is left them yet。〃
Duly next day he went
And sought the church he had known them to frequent；
And wandered in the precincts； set on eyeing
Where they lay pent；
Till by remembrance led
He stood at length beside their slighted bed；
Above which； truly； scarce a line or letter
Could now be read。
〃Thus years obliterate
Their graven worth； their chronicle； their date！
At once I'll garnish and revive the record
Of their past state；
〃That still the sage may say
In pensive progress here where they decay；
'This stone records a luminous line whose talents
Told in their day。'〃
While speaking thus he turned；
For a form shadowed where they lay inurned；
And he beheld a stranger in foreign vesture；
And tropic…burned。
〃Sir； I am right pleased to view
That ancestors of mine should interest you；
For I have come of purpose here to trace them 。 。 。
They are time…worn； true；
〃But that's a fault； at most；
Sculptors can cure。 On the Pacific coast
I have vowed for long that relics of my forbears
I'd trace ere lost；
〃And hitherward I come；
Before this same old Time shall strike me numb；
To carry it out。〃〃Strange； this is！〃 said the other；
〃What mind shall plumb
〃Coincident design！
Though these my father's enemies were and mine；
I nourished a like purposeto restore them
Each letter and line。〃
〃Such magnanimity
Is now not needed； sir； for you will see
That since I am here； a thing like this is； plainly；
Best done by me。〃
The other bowed； and left；
Crestfallen in sentiment； as one bereft
Of some fair object he had been moved to cherish；
By hands more deft。
And as he slept that night
The phantoms of the ensepulchred stood up…right
Before him； trembling that he had set him seeking
Their charnel…site。
And； as unknowing his ruth；
Asked as with terrors founded not on truth
Why he should want them。 〃Ha；〃 they hollowly hackered；
〃You come； forsooth；
〃By stealth to obliterate
Our graven worth； our chronicle； our date；
That our descendant may not gild the record
Of our past state；
〃And that no sage may say
In pensive progress near where we decay：
'This stone records a luminous line whose talents
Told in their day。'〃
Upon the morrow he went
And to that town and churchyard never bent
His ageing footsteps till； some twelvemonths onward；
An accident
Once more detained him there；
And； stirred by hauntings； he must needs repair
To where the tomb was。 Lo； it stood still wasting
In no man's care。
〃The travelled man you met
The last time；〃 said the sexton； 〃has not yet
Appeared again； though wealth he had in plenty。
Can he forget？
〃The architect was hired
And came here on smart summons as desired；
But never the descendant came to tell him
What he required。〃
And so the tomb remained
Untouched； untended； crumbling； weather…stained；
And though the one…time foe was fain to right it
He still refrained。
〃I'll set about it when
I am sure he'll come no more。 Best wait till then。〃
But so it was that never the stranger entered
That city again。
And the well…meaner died
While waiting tremulously unsatisfied
That no return of the family's foreign scion
Would still betide。
And many years slid by；
And active church…restorers cast their eye
Upon the ancient garth and hoary building
The tomb stood nigh。
And when they had scraped each wall；
Pulled out the stately pews； and smartened all；
〃It will be well；〃 declared the spruce church…warden；
〃To overhaul
〃And broaden this path where shown；
Nothing prevents it but an old tombstone
Pertaining to a family forgotten；
Of deeds unknown。
〃Their names can scarce be read；
Depend on't； all who care for them are dead。〃
So went the tomb； whose shards were as path…paving
Distributed。
Over it and about
Men's footsteps beat； and wind and water…spout；
Until the names； aforetime gnawed by weathers；
Were quite worn out。
So that no sage can say
In pensive progress near where they decay；
〃This stone records a luminous line whose talents
Told in their day。〃
〃REGRET NOT ME〃
Regret not me；
Beneath the sunny tree
I lie uncaring； slumbering peacefully。
Swift as the light
I flew my faery flight；
Ecstatically I moved； and feared no night。
I did not know
That heydays fade and go；
But deemed that what was would be always so。
I skipped at morn
Between the yellowing corn；
Thinking it good and glorious to be born。
I ran at eves
Among the piled…up sheaves；
Dreaming； 〃I grieve not； therefore nothing grieves。〃
Now soon will come
The apple； pear； and plum
And hinds will sing； and autumn insects hum。
Again you will fare
To cider…makings rare；
And junketings； but I shall not be there。
Yet gaily sing
Until the pewter ring
Those songs we sang when we went gipsying。
And lightly dance
Some triple…timed romance
In coupled figures； and forget mischance；
And mourn not me
Beneath the yellowing tree；
For I shall mind not； slumbering peacefully。
THE RECALCITRANTS
Let us off and search； and find a place
Where yours and mine can be natural lives；
Where no one comes who dissects and dives
And proclaims that ours is a curious case；
That its touch of romance can scarcely grace。
You would think it strange at first； but then
Everything has been strange in its time。
When some one said on a day of the prime
He would bow to no brazen god again
He doubtless dazed the mass of men。
None will recognize us as a pair whose claims
To righteous judgment we care not making；
Who have doubted if breath be worth the taking；
And have no respect for the current fames
Whence the savour has flown while abide the names。
We have found us already shunned； disdained；
And for re…acceptance have not once striven；
Whatever offence our course has given
The brunt thereof we have long sustained。
Well； let us away； scorned unexplained。
STARLINGS ON THE ROOF
〃No smoke spreads out of this chimney…pot；
The people who lived here have left the spot；
And others are coming who knew them not。
If you listen anon； with an ear intent；
The voices； you'll find； will be different
From the well…known ones of those who went。〃
〃Why did they go？ Their tones so bland
Were quite familiar to our band；
The comers we shall not understand。〃
〃They look for a new life； rich and strange；
They do not know that； let them range
Wherever they may； they will get no change。
〃They will drag their house…gear ever so far
In their search for a home no miseries mar；
They will find that as they were they are；
〃That every hearth has a ghost； alack；
And can be but the scene of a bivouac
Till they move perforceno time to pack！〃
THE MOON LOOKS IN
I
I have risen again；
And awhile survey
By my chilly ray
Through your window…pane
Your upturned face；
As you think； 〃Ah…she
Now dreams of me
In her distant place！〃
II
I pierce her blind
In her far…off home：
She fixes a comb；
And says in her mind；
〃I start in an hour；
Whom shall I meet？
Won't the men be sweet；
And the women sour！〃
THE SWEET HUSSY
In his early days he was quite surprised
When she told him she was compromised
By meetings and lingerings at his whim；
And thinking not of herself but him；
While she lifted orbs aggrieved and round
That scandal should so soon abound；
（As she had raised them to nine or ten
Of antecedent nice young men）
And in remorse he thought with a sigh；
How good she is； and how bad am I！ …
It was years before he understood
That she was the wicked onehe the good。
THE TELEGRAM
〃O he's suf