These Times
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She on my breast, a lovely and luminous heap, With her head drooping low.
Except for one singing candle's flame, And our drowsy whispers, there was no stir in the air.
And, as she smiled and snuggled closer there, The Dusk crept up and flowed into the room.
Softly, with reverent hand, it touched her hair That, like a soft brown flower, seemed to bloom In the deep-lilac gloom.
Kindly it came And laid its blurring fingers on the sharp edges of things ; On books and chairs and figured coverings, A...nd all once clear and delicately wrought.
104 Havens 105 Then, almost hastily, As though with a last, merciful thought, It covered, with its hand, the sharp, white square That stood out in the corner where The evening paper had been flung — Blotting the screaming type that leaped and sung; Hushed by no horror or shame. . .
The brutal head-lines faded ; and the room Grew softer in the gloom.
She and I on the couch by the window, watch- ing the snow; She half -asleep on my breast, and her fingers tangled in mine.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
She on my breast, a lovely and luminous heap, With her head drooping low.
Except for one singing candle's flame, And our drowsy whispers, there was no stir in the air.
And, as she smiled and snuggled closer there, The Dusk crept up and flowed into the room.
Softly, with reverent hand, it touched her hair That, like a soft brown flower, seemed to bloom In the deep-lilac gloom.
Kindly it came And laid its blurring fingers on the sharp edges of things ; On books and chairs and figured coverings, A...nd all once clear and delicately wrought.
104 Havens 105 Then, almost hastily, As though with a last, merciful thought, It covered, with its hand, the sharp, white square That stood out in the corner where The evening paper had been flung — Blotting the screaming type that leaped and sung; Hushed by no horror or shame. . .
The brutal head-lines faded ; and the room Grew softer in the gloom.
She and I on the couch by the window, watch- ing the snow; She half -asleep on my breast, and her fingers tangled in mine.
What to read after These Times?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Untermeyer Louis to read onlineMoreLess
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