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Title: Legends and Lyrics: Second Series

Author: Adelaide Anne Procter

Release Date: October 20, 2004 [eBook #2304]

Language: English

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This etext was prepared by David Price, email ccx074@coventry.ac.uk from
the 1890 George Bell and Sons edition.

LEGENDS AND LYRICS--SECOND SERIES
by Adelaide Anne Procter

Contents:

A Legend of Provence
Envy
Over the Mountain
Beyond
A Warning
Maximus
Optimus
A Lost Chord
Too Late
The Requital
Returned--"Missing"
In the Wood
Two Worlds
A New Mother
Give Place
My Will
King and Slave
A Chant
Dream-Life
Rest
The Tyrant and the Captive
The Carver's Lesson
Three Roses
My Picture Gallery
Sent to Heaven
Never Again
Listening Angels
Golden Days
Philip and Mildred
Borrowed Thoughts
Light and Shade
A Changeling
Discouraged
If Thou couldst know
The Warrior to his Dead Bride
A Letter
A Comforter
Unseen
A Remembrance of Autumn
Three Evenings in a Life
The Wind
Expectation
An Ideal
Our Dead
A Woman's Answer
The Story of the Faithful Soul
A Contrast
The Bride's Dream
The Angel's Bidding
Spring
Evening Hymn
The Inner Chamber
Hearts
Two Loves
A Woman's Last Word
Past and Present
For the Future

VERSE: A LEGEND OF PROVENCE

The lights extinguished, by the hearth I leant,
Half weary with a listless discontent.
The flickering giant-shadows, gathering near,
Closed round me with a dim and silent fear.
All dull, all dark; save when the leaping flame,
Glancing, lit up a Picture's ancient frame.
Above the hearth it hung. Perhaps the night,
My foolish tremors, or the gleaming light,
Lent power to that Portrait dark and quaint--
A Portrait such as Rembrandt loved to paint--
The likeness of a Nun. I seemed to trace
A world of sorrow in the patient face,
In the thin hands folded across her breast--
Its own and the room's shadow hid the rest.
I gazed and dreamed, and the dull embers stirred,
Till an old legend that I once had heard
Came back to me; li