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dream Of love and orchard boughs, Her cheeks were flushed and twice she sighed As she turned upon her bed And she had no thought for the thing that cried Or the utterance of the dead. The Two Murderers. "Yes, it was I that killed her I did it with this knife, Her that was more to me once.... Well, just the whole of my life. Take me away and hide me, Or kill me afore I'm mad.... It's rummy to think of me hanging Who was such a quiet lad. "I met her here on the tow-path, Same as I used in May, There wasn't no moon yet, only The scent of the new-mown hay, And I says--well--I thought for a moment The happy times was near, 'The light that shineth in darkness Is the light of your eyes, my dear.' "Murder! a court full of lawyers.... And justice guaranteed.... And the judge will hang the prisoner 'For a cowardly cruel deed.'... Murder!--excuse my laughing!... It's a kind of catch in the breath.... 'But there's words more harsh than a rope is And looks more bitter than death.' "Murder! My Lud, if ever Their ledgers are balanced true Which of the pair?... Oh! I reckon That she killed something too. ... Is it the scent of a woman's hair Or the scent of new-mown hay?... Don't stand there shaking and staring, For God's sake take me away." REFLECTIONS. The Wind and the Hills. We will carry our ills To a height of the hills, Lying down, lying still In the lap of a hill. The wind blowing keen Shall again make us clean, Both body and spirit; As it passes we shall hear it. The time is of thunder And fields new turned under, Of budding and waking; Of thorn-blossom flaking. Of longing and questing; Of carol and nesting; Of white birds on the wing Over seas blue with spring. But you read in the pages Of the books of the sages, And save that dark curtain They know nothing certain, Except that dark portal Which waits all things mortal-- And conqueror or prophet Comprehend no more of it. Yet the wind travels so That it surely must know; It has gone the world round Till it came to our ground. And the hills, which stood fast Ere the first axe was cast And have seen so much history,
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