The south-western. [volume] (Shreveport, La.) 1852-1870, 1868-06-17
THREE TINES FIVE: DREAMS.

THREE TINES FIVE: DREAMS
Eyes full of brooding in the purple night,
Singing from out the host one faithful star,
Whose gaze lies mirrored in the tender light
Falling in lances from that world afar.
A wondrous mystery over all the earth,
Beauty and youth and pleasure everywhere,
welcome sadness and fearful mirth,
Voices that whisper in the waiting air
Whisper fond names and cheat melodlous tunes,
Like to the threnodies that breathe and die,
And come again in ever, changing runes
From singing wind harps when a storm is nigh
Half child, half woman, dreaming yet awake,
Filled with illusions bright as summer days,
Smiling and waiting till the spell shall break,
Dantily choosing all her words and ways
Sweet thoughts flow over, as the dripping hive
Loses its honey: that is Three times Fire''
FOUR TIMES FIVE: SINFUL PLEASURE.
blare of bugles and sounding string
The rataplan of the drum between;
In rhe odorous air white banners swing,
The rose lies on the shining green
Of myrte and pine
And the patterng feet
OF dancers, moving adown the line,
Measure the music with timely beat
Lovely woman exquisitely draped
In lace like the film and fleece Of clouds,
Far as Eve, as gOrgeous'y shaped
AS Gree whlrling in dizzy crowds,
With their perfumed hair
And their creamy breath,
Making the world seem all as fair
AS tho unbackened by sin and death.
The blare of horns and of buge note
Circles and waves, in Won Weber's waltz,
The slim waists bend from the swelling ,hroa,
OF the wiowy form that never halts
In its dizzy way,
But adown the line
Treads the magic measure, lightly gay
AS the bubbles frothing the Rhenish wine
Four times fve-and that is her face
There, where the gas jets throw their fare;
With the passionate lip and royal grace
Of the head, with its crown of FURNISHED hair,
With ripple and CLEAN
Like African gold
And dropping lid to veil the stream
Of light which the pplsng Irids hold
Wrong and sorrow and deadly blight,
serpents lurking amid the 1owrs- --
The air of the starry, sweet breathed night
Grown stormy with sin, in the flying hours!
g. The scathing fame
Of unholy fires,
The faintest perfume, the feyerish shame.
The gnaw OF The worm that never expires
The lash which scourges, howe'er she strive
Oh, Christ! it is sad her F." Four times Fiveln
FIVE TIMES FIVE: DEATH,
The lamps fare over the city street.
Tramped and worried by countless feet,
That are never quiet, but to and fro
Tramp and tramp, till the winter snow
Is stained and sodden, no longer white
And pure as it fell at morning light.
Hark! tits The Waterman pacing his beat
Springing his rattle from down the street
Scuttting and curses-the sullen oaths
In a womans voice; her tawdry clothes
Thin and dragged and rudely torn;
The tossing arms, and the tresses borne
Back from the paid, shrunken face
And wolfsh eyes, where trace
Ofpurity fingers, enough to tell
That her 9 Five times Five is the breath of hell
And that is all we shall ever know
OF her story, save, that just below
The yawning bridges, where snarling waves
Were fighting to keep it amid their graves.
With its face to the sky body was found,
On which the verdict SInrfv 6rntypai
wonder who did it
Herself or another?
Was she hungry and cold,
Or was it other
Trouble which made her go mad with despair?
God knows, but not |!
# Oh. WE'LL let her lie!
Her marble lin bs dripping sands meshed in the hair
That was kissed by her lover
Times and oyer.
Better so than alive!
4 For Christ was above her,
And whatever drove her
To DEATH she has finished her " Five times Five "