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CONTENTS
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| Part I---0 city, ruined city! was it lightning’s levin-brand | 19 |
| Part II Sea and land were one gigantic flower. . | 25 |
| Part III She s coming ! O, she s coming! | 31 |
| Part IV Blue-eyed the boy was | 35 |
| Part V When simple maid or stately matron, Dowsabel or Dame | 41 |
| Part VI It was eve, twas the hour when the Angelus, ringing | 47 |
| Part VII And the dream lingered still when the gibbous red arc | 55 |
| Part VIII Beside the silver sea they sat at eve | 61 |
| Part IX No minion of justice intrenched, no plutocrat s tool was he | 71 |
| Part X Not all unbroken was the summer s rest. | 81 |
| Part XI However equably one may support | 87 |
| Part XII When soft the midnight brooded on the sea | 93 |
| Part XIII Twas a September midnight | 101 |
| Part XIV Twas a gray morn Alack and well-a-day ! | 107 |
| Part XV If there is in the turmoil chaotic and drear | 113 |
| Part XVI They paced the beach at eve | 119 |
| Part XVII A long, long silence followed; Theodore | 125 |
| Part XVIII For the last time of many times | 133 |
| Part XIX He rode with bent head. . . | 141 |
