Looms of Life: Poems

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Neale Publishing Company, 1908 - 137 pages
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Page 93 - I SHOT him where the Rio flows; I shot him when the moon arose; And where he lies the vulture knows Along the Tinto River. In schools of eastern culture pale My cloistered flesh began to fail; They bore me where the deserts quail To winds from out the sun. I looked upon the land and sky, Nor hoped to live nor feared to die; And from my hollow breast a sigh Fell o'er the burning waste. But strong I grew and tall I grew; I drank the region's...
Page 99 - Marta of Milrone I shot him where the Rio flows; I shot him when the moon arose; And where he lies the vulture knows Along the Tinto River. But where she lies to none is known Save to my poor heart and a lonely stone On which I sit and weep alone Where the cactus stars are white. Where I shall lie, no man can say; The flowers all are fallen away; The desert is so drear and grey, O Marta of Milrone! Herman Scheffauer. JACK DEMPSEY'S GRAVE FAR out in the wilds of Oregon, On a...
Page 96 - To Marta long in vain. To me she spoke: "Chosen mate, His eyes are terrible with fate, — I fear his love, I fear his hate, — I fear some looming ill!" Then to the church we twain did ride, I kissed her as she rode beside. How fair — how passing fair my bride With gold combs in her hair! Before the Spanish priest we stood Of San Gregorio's brotherhood — A shot rang out! — and in her blood My dark-eyed darling lay. 0 God! I carried her beside The Virgin's altar where she cried, — Smiling...
Page 95 - I love you, yes; for you are he Who from the East should come to me — And I have waited long!" Oh, we Were happy as the sun. There came upon a hopeless quest, With hell and hatred in his breast, A stranger, who his love confessed To Marta long in vain. To me she spoke: "Chosen mate, His eyes are terrible with fate, — I fear his love, I fear his hate, — I fear some looming ill!" Then to the church we twain did ride, I kissed her as she rode beside. How fair — how passing fair my bride With...
Page 97 - Farewell, my heart is dying now, 0 Marta of Milrone!" Then swift upon my steed I lept; My streaming eyes the desert swept; 1 saw the accursed where he crept Against the blood-red sun. I galloped straight upon his track, And never more my eyes looked back; The world was barred with red and black; My heart was flaming coal. Through the delirious twilight dim And the black night I followed him; Hills did we cross and rivers swim, — My fleet foot horse and I. The morn burst red, a gory wound, O'er...
Page 94 - Tt made me lithe in limb and thew — How swift I rode and ran! How oft it was my joy to ride Over the sand-blown ocean wide, While, ever smiling, at my side Rode Marta of Milrone. A flood of horned heads before, The trampled thunder, smoke and roar Of full four thousand hoofs or more — A cloud, a sea, a storm ! O wonderful the desert gleamed As, man and maid, we spoke and dreamed Of Love-in-Life till white wastes seemed Like plains of Paradise. Her eyes with Love's great magic shone,"Be mine,...
Page 99 - The mad, remorseless bullets broke From tongues of flame in the sulphur-smoke ;The air was rent till the desert spoke To the echoing hills afar. Hot from his lips the curses burst; — He fell! — the sands were slaked of thirst; A stream in the stream ran dark at first, And the stones grew red as hearts. I shot him where the Rio flows; I shot him when the moon arose, And where he lies the vulture knows Along the Tinto River. But where she lies, to none is known, Save my poor heart and a lonely...
Page 99 - ... curses burst; He fell! The sands were slaked of thirst; A stream in the stream ran dark at first, And the stones grew red as hearts. I shot him where the Rio flows; I shot him when the moon arose; And where he lies the vulture knows Along the Tinto River. But where she lies to none is known Save to my poor heart and a lonely stone On which I sit and weep alone Where the cactus stars are white. Where I shall lie, no man can say; The flowers all are fallen away; The desert is so drear and grey,...
Page 97 - ... he crept Against the blood-red sun. I galloped straight upon his track, And nevermore my eyes looked back ; The world was barred with red and black ; My heart was flaming coal. Through the delirious twilight dim And the blank night I followed him ; Hills did we cross and rivers swim, — Mv fleet-foot horse and I.
Page 35 - And the houses, domes and spires Abject and broken in dust. Woe on thine ashes and pyres, Young Queen, once august! Flame had goaded the ground, And the valves of the deeps profound Broke through their riven rock ; She felt the wrath of the shock And a storm upheaved her floor ; — Dawn saw the grace that crowned My city no more. Woe hath befallen thee, And thou wringest in misery Thy bleeding, despairing hands Over thine...

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