The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1872-06-09

between the Evening and the Night we walked
We walked between the pillows and the beach,
We walked between the Future and the Past
Down to tho sea we, twain. had strolled.-to part.
The shore was low, With just the faintest rise
OF many. colored sands and shreds of shells,
Until about stones f6r throw they met,
A fringe Of faded grass. with here and there
A pale. green shrub; and farther into land
Another stones throw farther, there were trees
Tall, dark, VIVID trees with INTERVENING arms.
Each almost touching each, as if they feared
To stand alone and fosk upon the sea.
The Night in tie trees-the Evening the shore.
We walked betwesn the Evening and the Night
Between the trees and tide silent strolled.
There lies between mans Silence and his spesch
A shadowy Valley WHARF thro' these, who pass
Arc never silent tho: shey do not speak
And yet they moro thAn breathe 1T Is the Vale
OF wordless sighs. half uttered and halfheard.-
1t is the vale Of the Unut:eraole.
We walked between our Silence and our Speech
And sighed between the sunset and the stars
One hour beside the sea.
There was cloud
Far DER the reach of waters,-hanging low
Tween sea and sky.-the Banner Of the storm.
Its edges family bright, rs II the rays,
That fed far down the West, had rested there
And slumbered,-and had left dream of light.
Its inner folds were DARK ,-7ats central, moro.
1t did not futter.-there 1t hung as calm
AZ Banner in temple DER shrine.
Its shadow only fell upon the sea-.
Above the shore the heavens Blended blue.
We walked between the cloudless and the Cloud
| That hour beside the
But, quick thought.
There cleaned sword of wild terrific light
Its hilt in heaven,-its point Kissed in the sea.-
| Its scabbard in the darkness,-and it tore
The hammered cloud into thousand shreds,
] Then quivered far away,-and bent and broke
| In flashing fraC
! And there came appeal
That shook the mighty sea from shore to shore
! But did not stir a sand grain on the beach
| Then silence fel,-and where the low cloud hung,
Clouds darker gathered-and they proudly waved
| Like flags before a battle
We, twain, Walked
| We walked between the hghtning's parted CLEANS,
! We walked between the thunders of the Skies
| We walked between the wavings OF the clouds,
! We walked between the tremblipgs Of the sea.
| We walked between the stillnesses and roars
OF frightened pillows and We walked between
The coming tempest and the dying calm
! Between the Tranquil and the Terrible
That hour beside the
There was q Rock,
Far up the winding beach, that jutted in
The sea-and broke the heart of eyry wave.
That struck its breast mot steep enough nor high
To be q clif,-nor yet sufficient rough
To be a craig "a simple, lone, low Rock -
Yet not so low as that its brow was laved
| By highest tide,-yet not sufficient high
| To rise beyond the reach of silverspray
That rained up the waves their tears that fell
Upon it's face, when they died at its feet.
Around its sides damp weed hung in long
Sad tresses dripping down into the sea.
| A tuft or two of grass did green the Rock,
A patch of moss tho rest was bare
Adown the shore walked tween Eve and Night
But when reached the Rock, the Eve and Night
Had met light died; We sat down in the Dark
| Upon the Rock.
Meantime thousand clouds
Careered and FLASHED in air,-a thousand waves
! whirled wildly on in wrath,-a Thousand winds
| Howled hoarsely on the main and down the skies
Into the hollow seas the fierce rain rushed
As il its evry drop were hot with wrath;
And like q thousand serpents intercoiled
The ghtnings glared and Missed and Kissed and glare
And all the horror shrank in horror back
Before the maddest peals that ever leaped
Out from the thunder's throat.
Within the dark
We silent sat- No rain fell on the Rock
Nor in on land, nor shore only on sea
The upper and the lower waters met
| In wild derium,-like thousand hearts
Far.pnrted,-parted-long, which meet to break,
Which rush into each others arms and break
In terror and in tempests wild Of tears
| No rain fell on the rock but hakes Of foam
Swept cold against our faces where We sat
Between the hush and bowling Of the winds
Between the swelIs and sipkings Of the wGveS
Between the stormy sea and Silly shore,
Between the rushings of the maddened rains
Between the Dark beneath and Dark above.
We sat within the dread Heart of tie Night
I-pale with terrier i-he, as calm and still
And stern and moveless as the lone, low Rock
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