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Title: The beggar's vision
Year: 1921 (1920s)
Authors: More, Brookes, 1859-1942 Braithwaite, William Stanley, 1878-1962
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Publisher: Boston, The Cornhill Publishing Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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nothing shall ever disseverThe last of lost Eden from Lilith — Lost Eden surrounded, Secreted and boundedBy river and mountain and sea? 21 THE BEGGARS VISION 2 A secret, unspeakable terror Broods over that beautiful glen; Long hidden and silent, — but fairerThan garlands in gardens of men. —Oh never, oh never again.The billing of doves in the trees! — The thrilling of birds in the thickets. The shrilling of summer-glad crickets.The humming of diligent bees! 3 The lily-sweet atmosphere — haunting —Where motion is none to be seen! The blossomy branches enchaunting.That ever loll over the green, Bedabbled in water where ripples Unmoving for ages have been! And petals the sun never stipples.Redoubled in velvety sheen Of glassy deep pools, where the pale dawn Has Hngered since long the sun failed onHis journey through violet skies; —Through skies of the lost Paradise; —Where never again the moon dips Away from the shadow-sea, sailed on,Down, down as the dark night slips! 22
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THE LAST OF LOST EDEN Where winter winds never have wailed onTheir chiUing wings wiUing for kilUng! —Where blossoms the cold never strips,Refreshed in the dew that not drips,On leaning light stems are not paled onThe water no thirsty bird sips. 4 What is it — a sin, a sad errorThat lurks as a spirit of evil.That haunts as a feeling of terror,In silent, hushed vistas, primeval. Untouched by the folly of man? — What is it, a curse, a witch-ban —A sinuous monster in there pent, Pervading the sinister air —The breath of a dragon, a serpent. That fetters the life that is there? 5 Oh, call her not, name her not human, — Supreme where the motionless lives! -Alone, the frail shape of a woman That mystical, silent land givesA shadow of human dominion! — For never a beast in a den, Nor even a newt in a fen; 23 THE BEGGARS VISION For never a spirit nor pinion, Nor leaf from the motionless trees Can quiver or shiver the river, Can wake up or shake up the breeze! The shadowy shadow o

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