New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1876-08-13
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In eG 'ssss of the cliff between l'"l'nd and high
At the ssa-downs edge between windward and
Walled round with rocks a. an inland island
TIE ghost Ofa garden fronts the sea
A girdls Of bsushwood and thor1 inc.oses
Where the weeds that grew green from the graves
Now lie dead.
The fields TALL southwark, abrupt and broken,
To tho low last edge OF the long lone land.
II step should sound or q word be spoken,
Would ghost not rise st the strange guest'a
So long have the gray bare walks lain sues'less
Through branches and br.srs If man maze
He shall and no life but the ses winds restless
Night aud day.
The'dense hard passage is blind ana stiaed
That crawls by track none turn to climb
To the ssIait waste place that tho years have
OF ali but the thorns that are touched not Of
time
The thorns he spares vhsn the rose is taken;
The rocks are left when he wastes the plain.
The wind that wsnders, the weeds wind.snaken,
These remain.
Not flower to be prest of the foo. that falls NOT
A the heart Of dead the sd- plots are dry
Prom the taicker of thorns whence the nightingale
Could she call, there were never rose to reply
Over the meadows inst blossom and wither
Rings but the note of the sea bird song;
Only the Gun and the rain come hither
Ali year long
The sun burns sere and the rain dishevels
One gauns, bleak blossom Of scsntless breath.
Only the wind here hovers and rsvels
In round where life seems barren a. death.
Here there was laughing of Old, there was weep
Hapls. Of lovers none ever will know.
Whose eyes went seward hundred sleeping
Years ago.
Heart handfast in heart - they stood, "Looh
Did he Whisper Look forth from the aswers te
For the foam flowers endure when the rose bios
And men that love lightly may debut we9'
And the same wind sang and the same waves
whitened.
In the lips that had whispered, the eyes that had
lixntened,
Or they loved their Life through, and then went
And wers one to the end-b1t what end whe
Love deep - the sea a. . rose must wither
A the rOse.Ied seaweed that m0cks the rose.
Shall the dead take thought for tho dead TO love
What love was ever as deep az gravel
They are lovsless now the grAss above them
All are at one now, roses and lovers
Not known of the clids and the fields and the sea-
Not Q breath OF the time that has been hovecs
In the air now soft with a summer to b..
Not q breath shall there sweeten the seasons here
OF the bowers or the lovers that laugh now OF
When as they that are free now Of weeping and
laughter
We shail sleep.
Here death may deal not again forever,
han m change
From the graves they have made they shall rise up
never,
Who have left nought living to ravage and rend
Barth stones and th0rus Of tie wild ground grow
Ing,
While the sun and the rain live, these shall be;
Till last winds breath upon all these blowing
Boil the sea.
Till the slow Sea r1se and the sheer cliff erumbls,
Till terrace and meadow the deep CULTS drink,
TIL the strength OF the waves Of the high tides
humble
The fields that lessen the rocks that shrink,
Here now in his triumph where oil things falter.
stretched out on the spoils taAt his own hand
spread,
Ia god sslI .slain on his own strange altar,
Death lies dead.
London AtheIHum.