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Identifier: reason00carrrhymerich (find matches)
Title: Rhyme? and reason?
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: Carroll, Lewis, 1832-1898 Frost, A. B. (Arthur Burdett), 1851-1928, illus Holiday, Henry, 1839-1927, illus
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Publisher: New York, Macmillan and Co.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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Her epithets were very queer.

" And yet, so grand were her replies,
I could not choose but deem her wise ;
I did not dare to criticise ;

" Nor did I leave her, till she went
So deep in tangled argument
That all my powers of thought were spent."

A little whisper inly slid,
" Yet truth is truth : you know you did."
A little wink beneath the lid.


THE THIRD VOICE, 113

And, sickened with excess of dread,
Prone to the dust he bent his head,
And lay like one three-quarters dead.

The whisper left him—like a breeze
Lost in the depths of leafy trees—
Left him by no means at his ease.

Once more he weltered in despair,
With hands, through denser-matted hair
More tightly clenched than then they were.

When, bathed in Dawn of living red,
Majestic frowned the mountain head,
" Tell me my fault," was all he said.

When, at high Noon, the blazing sky
Scorched in his head each haggard eye.
Then keenest rose his weary cry.

And when at Eve the unpitying sun
Smiled grimly on the solemn fun,
" Alack," he sighed, " what have I done?"
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A. B. Frost
" TORTURED, UNAIDED AND ALONE "

THE THIRD VOICE 115


But saddest, darkest was the sight,
When the cold grasp of leaden Night
Dashed him to earth, and held him tight

Tortured, unaided, and alone.
Thunders were silence to his groan,
Bagpipes sweet music to its tone :

" What? Ever thus, in dismal round,
Shall Pain and Mystery profound
Pursue me like a sleepless hound,

" With crimson-dashed and eager jaws,
Me, still in ignorance of the cause,
Unknowing what I broke of laws?

The whisper to his ear did seem
Like echoed flow of silent stream,
Or shadow of forgotten dream,

The whisper trembling in the wind :
" Her fate with thine was intertwined,"
So spake it in his inner mind :

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