The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1906-03-09

never brought near each other. Can
there he Joy without love? II the
country which had incurred the hatred
OF the fairy had been ruined by war.
or devastated by pestilence, il could
not have been as desolate. rs mourn
full. as forlorn. rs it had become on
account of the three forgotten words.
III.
There lived in this country n poet
whose plight was even more ptlfui
| than that of the rest. 1t was not be-
J cause, having a beautiful sweetheart.
| he was in despair for not being able
10 say anu TO hear the stolen word.
! lie had no sweetheart. for he was 900
J much in love with the muse. But it
{ was because he was unable to finish
| a poem which he had begun the day
before the wicked fairy had accom-
| plshed her vengeance. And why?
| Because it just happened that the
| poem was TO Wind up with II love
y0u" and it was impossible TO end
! it in any other way.
The poet struck his brow. took his
head between his hands, and asked
! himself: "IIave gone mad?" He was
: certain. however. that he had found
| the words that were TO precede the
! last point Of exclamation before he
had commenced 10 write the stanZa
| The proof that he haG found these
words was that the rhyme with which
they were to 90, and which was al
ready written. waited for them-nay,
called aloud for them. and did not want
any others, like lipS that wait for sis
ter lips TO kiss them. And this indis-
penSablc, fatal phrase he had for
gotten: he did not even reca!l that hp
had ever known il. Surely there was
some mystery in this, unused the poet
increasingly, with bitter melancholy
oh the pang Of interrupted poems,
sitting at the edge Of the forest
near the impid fountains where the
fairies have the habit Of dancing OF an
evening in the light Of the stars.
".
Now rs he sat once muSlnC under
~
ing fairy saw him and loved him.
one is not Il fairy for nothing. and Il
fairy docs not stand on ceremony.
SWifer than q butterfly kisses II rose
She put her lips upon his lips. and the
poet, greatly occupied though he was
with his ole, could not help but feel
the hpAv AvcnlneSs Of her career. Blue
~ t,I la nI
i'm The depths Of the earth gardens OF
lilies spread ont there, luminous ~
the stars; thither the poet and the
fairy were drawn in chariot Of gold
IN their night; and for a very long
time they loved each other, forgctful OF
a,l but their kisses and smiles.
Gnomes dressed in violet satin, elves
attrcd In misty haze. performed
dances before them that fell in rhy thm
with the music Of unseen orcheStraS.
while fitting hands that had no arms
brought them ruby baskets Of snow
white fruit. perlumcd like white
rose and like "A virgin bosom. Or, to
please the fairy more, the poet recited.
while the cords of Il theorbo, the most
beautiful ycrscS his fancy could con-
ceive.
Fairy ;hat she was. she had never
known JOY comparable to this OF be-
ing sung TO by n beautiful young man
VINO invented new songs every day,
and when he grew silent and she felt
the breath of his mouth very rear her,
passing through her hair, she melted
away with tenderness
Their happiness seemed to he with
out end. Days passed by, many,
many, days. but nothing occurred 10
disturb their joy Nevertheless, she
had moments of gloom, when she
would sit muSing. with her check on
her hand and her hair falling down in
streams to her hips.
20 queen" he cried, what is 1t
that makes YOU sad. and what more
can YOU desire, seeing that we are 80
happy in the midst of all our pleas
ures, YOU who are all powerful, YOU
who are so bcautiful?" She did not
answer at first. but when he insisted
she sighed and said ALAS! one al
ways ends by suffering the evil that
one has inflicted on others. Alas | AN
sad because you have never told me:
L love YOU"
He did not pronounce the words,
but he uttered cry of JOY at having
found again the end Of his poem. In
vain the fairy attempted to retain
him in the blue and rose.diamond grot-
toes in the gardens of lilies that were
rs luminous as the stars. He returned
to earth, completed. wrote and pub
lished his ode. in which the men ani
women of the afflicted country found
again the divine words that they had
lost.
Now there were rendczvouscs again
in the lanes, and warm, loving con-
versations at the conjugal windows.
1t is because of poetry that the
Kisses are sweet, and lovers say moth
ing that the poets have not sung.