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Title: Fate in Arcadia, and other poems
Year: 1892 (1890s)
Authors: Ellis, Edwin John
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Publisher: London : Ward & Downey
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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ughtThe path to each dim wanderer. Nor longer travelling distraught. Nor knowing where our thresholds were. Therefore I praise thee, Sleep, and prayFor her who spares to use her right. And live as Queen from day to day,—Crown her for me from night to night. And I will woo her soul to stay And gleam through all thy palace bright. TWELFTH NIGHT. Ah, dream-known love, behold my masqueradeComes now with winter joys and winter fears,— Fears waiting warmth, and pleasures frost-afraid.Now sleep and love have risen from feast of tears:They have enough ; their hour of comfort nears : We freely gave them both our hearts to break;They pressed us hard, but spared, and undismayed We turn the wheel of Night whose children wakeFrom the great deep, in all her power arrayed. The masque begins before our closing eyes Have warmed with drooping lids the wells beneath Our masque begins, like mutable autumn skiesOr shades of clouds following on mountain heath.Out leaping like a sword from velvet sheath
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121 The bright slight visions come, so keen and free, Or even as the sea-gulls white ariseOne after one above the dark blue sea, Flying on the sunbeams bosom like the light foamthat flies. All unaware Silence has come and gone.But well we saw her face, with lips apart, And one still finger, lying her mouth upon—The other hand between her throat and heart.She sailed across the chamber like a dart That wings the summer sky from long-drawn bow ;We saw her shoeless feet that waken none, As in and out at night unheard they go; Shall we love her the best ? Comes there someworthier one ? Who went out after like a twilight flying, Or like a Winter that forgets to blowHis tempest while the rain-dark trees are drying ? A dull grey shadow between mist and snow. Yet at the first did many a colour go 122 Glowing across her face, and many a trainOf robes she drew, like to an actress trying To figure queens, and all their proudness show ; Half smiling leaped she in, but crept away half crying. Sha

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