The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1875-02-18
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And now sit and muse on what may b, 49,
And In my vision see, or seem to see,
Through floating vapors interfussd With Light
Shapes indeterminate, that sleana and fade, II
A. shadows passing into deeper shade
Sink and elude the sight.
For two alone, there In the hall,
1sspread tho table round and SMALL
Upon the polished silver shine
The evening lamps, but more divine
The light Of love shines over all; q
f1ove that says not mine and thine,
But ours, for ouIs is thine and mine. F..
They want no guests to come between
Their tender slances like screen,
And tell them tales of land and sea,
And whatsoever may betide
The great forgotten world outside;
They want no guests; their needs must be :
Each others own best company.
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The picture fades; as At = village fair .
A showman's views dissolve into the air, -
To reappear trsnshgured on the screen, J:
So In my fancy this and now once more
In part transfgured, through the open door
Appears the self-same scene. ).
Seated see the two again,
But not alone; they entertain = J
A little angel unaware, ~
With face ~ round Is is the moon:
- A royal guest with aaxen hair, IL.
Who, throned upon his lofty chair,
Drumson the table with his spoon, ,..,..
Then drops It careless on. the floor, -''~'>
TO grasp at things unseen before. ~.r
Are these celestial mannersr These I:
The ways that win, the arts that pleaser
All, yes; consider well the guest,
{; And whatsoe'er he does seems best:
=, He ruleth BY the right divine
Ofhelplessness, 10 lately boRn
In purple chambers of the morn, ;:'!ii;
! As sovereign over thSeGnd thine. ....,-
! He speaketh not, ,,and eyet there lies
1eonversasiodni2ff III 1his eyei;
The golden silence Of the Greek, ,,,.,.,
Y The e1&yest wisdom Of the wise
Not spoken in language but in looks { -
More 1esiblsthan printed books, !, =,
Al II he could, but would not, speak. :.
And now, U monarch absolute, 'Es.. :
: THY power is put TO proof; for 10! ~,
:. ~Reeiltless, hthonAeS hid SLOW, >i
The nurse comes rustling like the sea, t..
And pushes back thy chair and thee :.
= And 50 sogood-night to King Canute.
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As one who walking in the forest sees
Alovely Landscape through the parted trees, I
Then sees it not for boughs that intervene, .
Or as we see the moon sometimes revealed
Through drifting clouds, and then again concealed
So beheld the scene
There are two guests at table now;
The king, dsposed, and older grown,
No longer occupies the throne,-
The crown is on his sisters brow;
A princess from the Fairy Tales,
The very pattern girl Of girls,
All covered and embowered in curls,
Rose-tinted from the Isle Of Flowers
And sailing with soft silken sails .
From far-off Dreamland into ours
Above their bowls With rims of blue -
Four azure eyes Of deeper hue =.
Are looking, dreamy with delight;
Limpid ~ planets that emerge IL
Above the oceans rounded verge, = J,
Soft shining through the summer night.
steadfast they gaze, yet nothing see
Beyond the horizon OF their bowls;
= Nor care they for tie world that rolls,
With al it, freight Of troubled souls c:''"
Into the days that are to be. ~: