The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1893-01-22
For one short hour TO see
The souls We loved. that they might tell n
What and where they Be.


The souls We loved. that they might tell a
What and where they bA
Il leads me forth a. evening.
Il lightly winds and steals
In q cold white robe before ne,
Wbea all my spirit reels
A. the shouts, the leagues OF lights,
And the roaring of the wheelA
Half the night waste IN signs,
In wakeiui doze ! sorrow,
For the hands, the iifs, the eyes,
For the meeting of tomorrow;
The delight OF happy laughta.
The delight OF low replies.
Do hear the pleasant ditsy
That heard her chant OF oldf
But weke-ny dream Is ded
Without knowledge, without pity,
In the shuddering dawn behold,
By the curtain OF my bed,
That abiding phantom cold
Then rise: the esve-drops fall
And the yellow vapors choke
The great city sounding ~idei
The day coInes-a duh red ball
Wrapt III drifts OF lurid smoke,
On the misty river-ide.
Thro' the hubbub of the market
] steal, wasted frame;
II crosseth here, Ii crosssih there
Thro' all that crowd confused and loud,
The shallow still the same;
And on my heavy eyeiids
Ny anguish hangs Ike shamA
Alas for her that met me.
That heard me softly call,
Came giimmering thro' the lauIol9
At the quiet eTen-iali,
In the garden OF the turrstS
OF the old Memorial Hall
Then the broad light glarss and besAA
And the sunk ere d t. and fleets,
Ana will not let ne be.
loathe the squares and streets,
Ani the faces that one meets,
Hesrts with no love for me:
Always long 10 creep
To some still cavern deep.
And 70 weep am weep and weep
Ny whole soul out 70 thee.
Get thee home nor come again;
Pass and cease 20 move about
Pass, thou death-like type Of pain,
Mix not memory with doubt
lis the biol upon the brain
That will show itself without
Would the happy Spirit descend
In the cham Der OF the street,
Asshe looks among the blest;
Should fear to greet my friend.
Or 20 ask her, "Teke me, sweet
To the region of thy rest?'
But she tarries In her place,
And paint the beauteous faeo
Of the maiden, tnat | lost,
IN my inner eyes again,
Lest my heart be overcome
By the Thing / hold in scoru.
BY dull mechanic ghost
And Iuggis OF the brain.
can shadow forth my bride,
As knew her fair and kind,
AS wood her Tor my wife:
ehe Is lovely by my side,
In the silence OF my life
It's phantom OF tie mind.
IT'S phantom fair aud good:
can call IL 20 my side,
SO To guard my life from Ill,
Tho u, gina -tly sister glide,
And be Eloved around me sttu
With the moving OF the food,
That 10 moved not OF the will.
Let il pass, the dreary brow,
Let the dismal face go by;
Will II lead me to the gravef
Then lose it; il will fly;
Can IL overcast the nerves?
Can II overlive the eye?
But the other. like ar,
Ihro the channel Wiudeth fan
TIL IL fade and fail and die,
To It's archetype that waits,
Clad in light by golden gates
Clad in light the spirit waits,
To embrace me in the sky.
Much criticism was evoked when Tenny
on issued THE Princess" upon its fri
oiity and vagueness. But when Maud
the shock it produced was one O
ewilderment. The author, already &C
as great poet. was declared
0 be throwing away his great gift. On,
{ the witty pasquinades on Maud" wa
his:
'ismslly dull, and dolefully dawdlin,
ennyson's "Msud" should be Tennyson'
maudlin.
After all, as mothers are said to feel mos
orIthe one child who suffers most from
he jeers and kicks Of the world, so Ten
tyson always entertained, I have bee,
old, pathetic and tender interest in th
oem. l think he said more in its defens
han he did of anything he had written
IS yrics he quite often recited, and h,
ave Interpretation TO Its obscure passage
Dr. those who had familiar access to him
The lyric which have here restored t,
IS original form will seem to many,
oubt not. to have q marked resemblanc
0 certain passages in Poe's verse-particu
arly to The Raven" But it was writer
D advance Of ''The Raven" and befor,
ither poet could have know much, if any
hing, of the others existence.
JOEL BENTON.