Mother's Day; Its History, Origin, Celebration, Spirit, And Significance As Related in Prose And Verse
Mother's Day; Its History, Origin, Celebration, Spirit, And Significance As Related in Prose And Verse
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For then she fled away, as though in fear.
As if she saw the specters of her hours Of joyance pass before her in the shapes Of her belov'd ones. But most she chose Waste places, where the moss and lichen crawl'd, And the wild ivy flutt'd, and the rains Wept thro' the roofless ruins, and all seem'd To mourn in S3rmbols, and to answer to her.
Showing her outward that she was within.
The unregarding multitude pass'd on.
Because her woe was a familiar sight.
But some there were that shut their ears... and fled.
And they were childless ; the rose-lipp'd and young Felt that imperial voice and desolate Strike cold into their hearts ; children at play Were smit with sudden silence, with their toys Qutch'd in their hands, forgetful of the game.
Aged she was, yet beautiful in age.
Her beauty, thro' the cloud of years and grief, Shone as a wintry sun ; she never smil'd, Save when a darkness pass'd across the sun.
And blotted out from her entranced eyes Disastrous shapes that rode upon his disk, Tyrannous visions, armed presences; And then she sigh'd and lifted up her head.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
For then she fled away, as though in fear.
As if she saw the specters of her hours Of joyance pass before her in the shapes Of her belov'd ones. But most she chose Waste places, where the moss and lichen crawl'd, And the wild ivy flutt'd, and the rains Wept thro' the roofless ruins, and all seem'd To mourn in S3rmbols, and to answer to her.
Showing her outward that she was within.
The unregarding multitude pass'd on.
Because her woe was a familiar sight.
But some there were that shut their ears... and fled.
And they were childless ; the rose-lipp'd and young Felt that imperial voice and desolate Strike cold into their hearts ; children at play Were smit with sudden silence, with their toys Qutch'd in their hands, forgetful of the game.
Aged she was, yet beautiful in age.
Her beauty, thro' the cloud of years and grief, Shone as a wintry sun ; she never smil'd, Save when a darkness pass'd across the sun.
And blotted out from her entranced eyes Disastrous shapes that rode upon his disk, Tyrannous visions, armed presences; And then she sigh'd and lifted up her head.
What to read after Mother's Day; Its History, Origin, Celebration, Spirit, And Significance As Related in Prose And Verse?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Schauffler, Robert Haven, 1879- [from Old Catalog] Ed to read onlineMoreLess
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