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Outcroppings - Being Selections Of California Verse
Outcroppings Being Selections Of California Verse Author:Bret Harte CONTENTS. PAGE EDIVARD POLLOCK THE C HANDOPSIC TURE EVE NG . LYMAN R. GOODMAN IN THE SWING . . THE B ROKERNO SE . E. G. PXIGE L Dow, JR. THE A PPROAC O H F AUTUMN . EMILIE LAWSON BLOSSO A M ND FRUIT WINTERIXG . PARTING . THE LARK AND THE IoEI Two COMKXD IN E S A RMS . INA D. COOLBRITH CUPIDK ISSED M E . THE M OTHERGS RIEF . A LOST DAY . . IN THE... more » POUTS CHARLES W. STODDARD AT ANCHOR A FANCY . THROU T G HE H S HADOWS . MARS . W. A. KENDALL TERRAQUEOUS MERIDIEM TRAN TI S ON I PAGE PAGE M..... TRIAL TRUS . T . J. F. BOWMAN THE L AKE O F THE LILIES . THE W HOLEST ORY . WAITING . CARRIE CARLTON THAN G K O D F OR RAIN ANNIE A. FITZGERALD WAITING FO R THE RAIN B. P. AVERY ALONE IN THE WOODS THE L ONE P INE L. F. WELLS TOM D ARLING . MARY BROWN . MRS. A. M. SHULTZ THE S ONG O F THE FLUME J. R. RIDGE ERIN A N J. C. DUNCAN THE IN TAGLIO . JAMES LINEN I FEEL IM GROIVIA A G U LD, G UDE-WIFE . PAGE . 130 T H E C H A N D O S P I C T U R E . HE bell far off beats midnight in the dark The sounds have lost their ivay and r aniier slowly Through the dead air, beside me, things cry, Hark And whisper words unholy. A hand, as soft as velvet, taps my cheek These gusts are from the wings of unseen vampircks. How the thick dust on that last tome doth speak Its themes,-dead Kings and Empires 2 This is the chamber -ruined, waste, forlorn Shred of its old-time gilding, paint, and splendor And is there none its dim decay to mourn, In mystic strains and tender Why waits no harper gray, with elfin hand On tuneless chords to harshly hail the stranger-Who treads the brink of an enchanted strand In mist, and midnight danger I watch, and am not weary all night long The stars look shimmering through the yawning casement And the low ring of their unvarying song I hear without amazement. How the hours pass-with that low murmur blent, That is a part of time, yet thrills us only When all besides is silent, and close pent The heart is chilled and lonely. I watch, and am not weary -I have heard Light steps and whispers pass me, all undaunted Have seen pale specters glide, where nothing stirred-Because the place is haunted...« less