A book of Vassar Verse Reprints From the Vassar Miscellany Monthly 1894 1916
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Frances Shrieer. 1911.
59 FROM THE DUSK The dark'ning road had hidden you; I turned In dread to see the home we loved, but watched The garden changed to spirit; tinged trees That rose across the mist, or glowed like cloud About the lamps; a vague dim sky that made All distance nothing, even absence all Mistaken fear; then felt you close and groped And struck my hand against the iron gate.
Elizabeth Too/, 1913.
60 PIERRETTE Ah, Pierrette! I see thee dance Amid the maskers gay.
With piquant poise..., with witching glance, As sweetly pale a face As an arbutus bud in May, Save for the scarlet lips, So laughing light with wind-swayed grace Through music's maze you trip.
Ah, Pierrette! I know thy heart, A burning crimson rose By folly's rude hand plucked apart To many a bleeding shred, Robbed of its bloom by sorrow's snows.
One night when I was near, "Ah, God! I wish that I were dead, " You whispered in my ear.
1913.
61 THE WIND SONG I am the child of the sea I sweep the purple fog on its landward track, I cry in the thundering roar of the ocean surge, I beat the crests of the towering waves to foam, And dash them down to burst on the angry reefs; I tear the sea-weed black from the salt- sprayed rock, I lash the stark brown cliffs with hissing surf, I toss and buffet the treasure-laden ships, And strip the taut-stretched sail from the shivering mast, And strew the waste of waves with their golden spoils, And hurl them up to rot on the strangers' shore, And mock at the hopes of men.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Frances Shrieer. 1911.
59 FROM THE DUSK The dark'ning road had hidden you; I turned In dread to see the home we loved, but watched The garden changed to spirit; tinged trees That rose across the mist, or glowed like cloud About the lamps; a vague dim sky that made All distance nothing, even absence all Mistaken fear; then felt you close and groped And struck my hand against the iron gate.
Elizabeth Too/, 1913.
60 PIERRETTE Ah, Pierrette! I see thee dance Amid the maskers gay.
With piquant poise..., with witching glance, As sweetly pale a face As an arbutus bud in May, Save for the scarlet lips, So laughing light with wind-swayed grace Through music's maze you trip.
Ah, Pierrette! I know thy heart, A burning crimson rose By folly's rude hand plucked apart To many a bleeding shred, Robbed of its bloom by sorrow's snows.
One night when I was near, "Ah, God! I wish that I were dead, " You whispered in my ear.
1913.
61 THE WIND SONG I am the child of the sea I sweep the purple fog on its landward track, I cry in the thundering roar of the ocean surge, I beat the crests of the towering waves to foam, And dash them down to burst on the angry reefs; I tear the sea-weed black from the salt- sprayed rock, I lash the stark brown cliffs with hissing surf, I toss and buffet the treasure-laden ships, And strip the taut-stretched sail from the shivering mast, And strew the waste of waves with their golden spoils, And hurl them up to rot on the strangers' shore, And mock at the hopes of men.
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