The Poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich

The Poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1893 edition. Excerpt: ...Like Joseph's wife, a peasant girl! Her strange little head was in a whirl As she rose from her knees to wander home, Leaving her basket at the shrine; So dazed was she, she scarcely knew The old familiar streets of Rome, Nor whither she wished to go, in fine; But wandered on, now crept, now flew, In the gathering twilight, till she came Breathless, bereft of sense and sight, To the gloomy Arch of Constantino, And there they found her, late that night, With her cheeks like snow and her lips like flame! Many a time from day to day, She heard, as if in a troubled dream, Footsteps around her, and some one saying--Was it Filippo?--"Is she dead?" Then it was some one near her praying, And she was drifting--drifting away From saints and martyrs in endless glory! She seemed to be floating down a stream, Yet knew she was lying in her bed. The fancy held her that she had died, And this was her soul in purgatory, Until, one morning, two holy men From the convent came, and laid at her side The Bambino. Blessed Virgin! then Nina looked up, and laughed, and wept, And folded it close to her heart, and slept. Slept such a soft, refreshing sleep, That when she awoke her eyes had taken The hyaline lustre, dewy, deep, Of violets when they first awaken; And the half-unravelled, fragile thread Of life was knitted together again. But she shrunk with sudden, strange new pain, And seemed to droop like a flower, the day The Capuchins came, with solemn tread, To carry the Miracle Child away! in.. Ere spring in the heart of pansies burned, Or the buttercup had loosed its gold, Nina was busy as ever of old With fireside cares; but was not the same, For from the hour when she had turned To clasp the Image the fathers brought To her dying-bed, a more

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  • Paperback | 52 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 109g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236941799
  • 9781236941794