Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1873-12-31

r. sAe WV iddiiiR iIust VI u NlnlTy Slgn
Anon shall have it!-anon!-It draws nigh!
" 4 night when-a something il was took place
That drove the blood from that sacred moon-fac
Il llark! was that the cry of a goat,
} Or the gurglc of water in throat?
IF Hush! there is nothing to sec or hear,
;, Only silent something is near;
L No knock, no footsteps three or four,
, Only a presence outside the door
, See! the moon is remembering what?
!, I he wai' of a mother-lcft, lie alone brat1
/, Or raven sharpening its bcak to pecky
Or cold blue knife and warm white neck?
! Or only heart that burst and ceased
u For man that went away releasedg
!, know nOt-know not, but something is comm
Somehow back with an inward humming.
=, V,
= lla! Look there! Look at that house
For5akcn of all things-bcetle and mouse
Mark how il looks! 1t must have a soul!
II looks, it looks, though it cannot stir:
See the ribs ofit--how they stare!
Its blind eyes yet have seeing air!
? 1t kRO1rs it has a soul!
Hargard 4 lungs DER the Shiny pool,
7 And gapes wide open as corpscs cape:
!. is the very murderer!
E For the ghost has modelled himself to the shap
.
Where the decd was d, ne long, long ago,
And Gllcd with himself his new body full
To haunt forever his CHASTITY crime,
And see it CONT and go.
BroOding around it like motionlcss Time,
With II mouth that gapes and eyes that yawn.
Blear and blinteling and full Of the moon,
Like one aghast at a hesh dawn.
1t is coming, coming soon
VI
For, ever and always. when round the tune
trinds on the barrel of organ-lfme,
The deed is done; and it comes anon
True to the roll of the clock-faced moon,
True to the ring of the spheric chime,
true to the cos'nic rhythm and rhymeT
Every point as it first went on
Will come and go till al is gone;
And palsied with horror from garrett to core.
The house cannot shut its gaping door;
lis burst eye stares as if trying to see,
And it leans as if settling heavily,
Settling heavy with sickness dull:
1t also is hearing the soundless humminr
VI the WI eel that is turning-the thing that is
coming.
On the naked rafters of its brain,
Gaunt and wintred, see the train
vi gossipng, scandal mongerinr crows,
! 800 "'t'hs dl SlicHt, Wltl ncCkS l-Strlln.
Wiekedly knowing, with heads awry,
And the sharpened CLEAN of n cunning eve
Watch, through the cracks of the ruined skull
How the evil busir css goes
beyond the eyes of the cherubim.
Beyond the ears of the seraphim,
Outside, forsaken, in the dim,
Phantom-huunted chaos grim,
lie stands with the deed going on in him,
VII.
. winds, Winds that lurk and peep
Under the edge of the moony fringe
U winds, winds! up and sweep;
Up, and blow and billOw the air.
Billow the aiY with blow and swinge;
hcnd me this CHASTITY house of groans;
hend ana scatter the skeletons bones
OVer thn'desertsand mountains bare;
Blast ard hurl and SILVER aside
Nailed sticks and mortared stones:
Clear the phantom, with torrent and tide.
Uut OF the mooa and out of my brain,
That the light may fall shade sless in again,
VIII.
But alas! then the ghost
DER mountain and coast
would go roaming, roaming; and not n swinc
GruoontSan and talking with snork and whine
On Gadarene mountains, had taken him in
But would rush to the lake to unhouse tho sin,
For any charnel
This gkest is too carnal;
There IS no Volcano, burnt out and cold.
Whose very ashes are gray and old.
But would cast him forth in reviyinr fame
10 blister the sky with smudgc of shame
TX.
Is there no help-noAc anywhere,
Under the earth, or above the air? =
Tome, come. sad woman, whose tender throat
Has a red-lipped mouth that can sing no note,
Child, whose midwife, the third grim Fate,
Shears in hand, thy coming did wait,
Father, with blood-dedabbled hair!
Mother. all wihered with loves despairI
Come, Broken heart, whatever thou be.
Hasten to help this miseryr
Thou was only murdered, or left forlorn
lie is a horror, hate, a scorn! /,
Come, If out of the hottest blue
That the sapphire throne shines through:
For pity come, though thy fair feet stand
Next to the elder-band;
Fling thy harp on the hyaline,
Hurry thee down the spheres divine:
Come, and drive those ravens awav:
Cover his eyes from the pitiess moon:
shadow 81 his brain from her singing spray;
Droop around him, tent of love,
An odor Of grace, tanning dove;
wa WALK through the house with the healing tune
Of gentle footsteps; Danish the shape
Remorse calls up, tb, self to ape;
Comfort him, dear, with pardon sweet:
Cool his heart from tie burning heat
With the water Of life that laves die feet
)f the throne of God, and the holy street.
n X,
0 God, he is but living blot,
Yet he lives by thee--for If thou vast not.
They would vsnsh together, self-forgot,
lie and his crime :-one breathing blown i
rom thy spirit on his would nil atone,
Would scatter the horror, and bring relief
n an amber dawn of holy grief. y