The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1869-04-28
ON THE EDGE OF THR WILDERNESS.
PuEIhR.

PUEIIK. ~ ~ rf Itf
Whence comest thou, and whittier goest thou?
Abide abide longer the shadows grow;
What hopest thou the dark TO thee will showa
Abide, abidel for we are happy here.
AMANs
Why should name the land across the sea
Wherein first took hold on misery?
Why should | name the land that fees from me?
Let me depart, since ye are happy here.
PuELLR.
What wilt thou do within the desert place a
Wbereto thou turnest aow thy careful face
STAY but while to tell us of thy case.
Abide, abide for we are happy here.
AMANs.
What nipb the journeys end shall abide,
When in Che waste mine own love wanders wide,
Wbep from all men for me she still doth hide!
Let me depart, since ye are happy here.
PUELLR.
Nav. nav; but rather she forgetteth thee,
To iii upon the shore of some warm sea,
Or in green gardens where sweet fountains be-
Abide, abide! for we are happy here.
AMANs.
Will We then keep me from the wilderness,
Where at lea st. alone with my distress,
The quiet land of changing dreams may bless'
Let me depart, since We are happy here.
PUEII4E.
Forget the false forgotten, and be wise,
And mid these clinging hands and loving eyes
Dream not in vain thou knowest paradise
Abide, abide! for we are happy here.
AMANs.
An with your sweet eyes shorten not the day.
Nor let your gentle hands my journey stay
Perchance love is not wholly cast away
Let me depart, since ye are happy here.
rre PUELLR.
Pluck love away. as thou wouldst pluck thorn
From out thy flesh; for why shouldst thou be
born a."
To bear life so wasted and forlorn?
Abide, abide for we are happy here.
t'-,,r e AMANs.
Yea, why then was born, since hope is pain.
And life Il lingering death, and faith but vain,
And love the loss of all j seemed to gain;
Let me depart, since We are happy here
PUELLE.
Dost thou believe that this shall ever be,
That in our land no face thou e'er shalt see,
No voice thou eer shalt hear to gladden. thee
Abide, abide for we are happy here.
AMANs.
No longer do know of good or bad,
| have forgotten that once was glad;
do but chase dream that have had
Lot me depart, since ye are happy here.
PUELLE.
Stay! take one image for thy dreamful night
Come look at her, who in the worlds despite
Weeps for delaying love and lost delight.
Abide, abide for we are happy here.
AMANs.
Mock me not till tomorrow. Mock the dead
They will not heed it, or turn round the head,
To note who faithless are, and who are we'd
Let me depart, since ye are happy here.
PUELLE.
We mock thee not. Hast thou not heard O
Whose faithful love the loved heart holds SC
close,
That death must wait till one word lets it loose
Abide, abide forw are happy here.
AMANs.
hear you not the wind from off the waste
Sghs like a song that bids me make good haste
The wave of sweet forgetfulness TO taste
Let me depart since ye are happy here.
PUELL.E.
Come back! like such singer is the wind,
AS to a sad tune sings fair words and kind
That he with happy tears all eyes may blind.
Abide, abidel for we are happy here
AMANs.
Did I not hear her sweet voice cry from lar,
That DER the lonely waste fair fields there are,
Fair days that know not any change or care:
Let me depart, since ye are happy here.
PUELLE.
o no, not far thou heardest her, but NIGH
Nigh, twixt the wastes edge and the darkling
sky.
Abide! a little while be happy here.
AMANs.
How with the lapse of lone years could strive
And can die now that thou biddest live?
What joy this space twixt birth and death car
giye s
Can we depart, who are so happy here?
WILLIAM MORRIS.
SPIRIT OF THE PRESS.