FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   109   110   111   112   113   114   115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133  
134   135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   >>   >|  
ay wrapped round with gold Should tales and histories manifold Be written of me, false and true; And as the time still onward drew Almost a god would folk count me, Saying, 'In our time none such be.'" But therewith did he sigh again, And said, "Ah, vain, and worse than vain! For though the world forget me nought, Yet by that time should I be brought Where all the world I should forget, And bitterly should I regret That I, from godlike great renown, To helpless death must fall adown: How could I bear to leave it all?" Then straight upon his mind did fall Thoughts of old longings half forgot, Matters for which his heart was hot A while ago: whereof no more He cared for some, and some right sore Had vexed him, being fulfilled at last. And when the thought of these had passed Still something was there left behind, That by no torturing of his mind Could he in any language name, Or into form of wishing frame. At last he thought, "What matters it, Before these seven days shall flit Some great thing surely shall I find, That gained will not leave grief behind, Nor turn to deadly injury. So now will I let these things be And think of some unknown delight." Now, therewithal, was come the night And thus his watch was well begun; And till the rising of the sun, Waking, he paced about the hall, And saw the hangings on the wall Fade into nought, and then grow white In patches by the pale moonlight, And then again fade utterly As still the moonbeams passed them by; Then in a while, with hope of day, Begin a little to grow grey, Until familiar things they grew, As up at last the great sun drew, And lit them with his yellow light At ending of another night Then right glad was he of the day, That passed with him in such-like way; For neither man nor beast came near, Nor any voices did he hear. And when again it drew to night Silent it passed, till first twilight Of morning came, and then he heard The feeble twittering of some bird, That, in that utter silence drear, Smote harsh and startling on his ear. Therewith came on that lonely day That passed him in no other way; And thus six days and nights went by And nothing strange had come anigh. And on that day he well-nigh deemed That all that story had been dreamed. Daylight and dark, and night and day, Passed ever in
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   109   110   111   112   113   114   115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133  
134   135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

passed

 

things

 

thought

 

forget

 

nought

 

written

 

moonbeams

 
moonlight
 

utterly

 

yellow


familiar

 

Passed

 

patches

 

rising

 

Waking

 

onward

 
Almost
 

Should

 

hangings

 

ending


startling

 

silence

 

feeble

 

twittering

 

Therewith

 

strange

 
nights
 

lonely

 

Daylight

 

manifold


twilight

 

morning

 

Silent

 

voices

 

dreamed

 

deemed

 

whereof

 

Matters

 
fulfilled
 

forgot


renown
 
helpless
 

wrapped

 
regret
 

brought

 
Thoughts
 

longings

 

bitterly

 

straight

 

Saying