MINOR POETS FROM 1850 TO 1900
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Let the screaming panthers tarry,
"Through the midnight", by the door
Of the ragged Siskiyou hovel
Where A. J. will come no more;
Undisturbed, may squirrels burrough,
And the spiders spread their snares,
And around the hermit's cabin
Let the grey-wolves chase the hares.
"Through the midnight", by the door
Of the ragged Siskiyou hovel
Where A. J. will come no more;
Undisturbed, may squirrels burrough,
And the spiders spread their snares,
And around the hermit's cabin
Let the grey-wolves chase the hares.
No more, at night, we'll hear the echo
Of his ox-whip or his shout—
Stand the ox-yoke in the corner;
Turn the raw-boned oxen out;
Let them have, at last, a respite
From their labor rough and hard,
For a brighter day is dawning
For the clawed and battle-scarred.
Of his ox-whip or his shout—
Stand the ox-yoke in the corner;
Turn the raw-boned oxen out;
Let them have, at last, a respite
From their labor rough and hard,
For a brighter day is dawning
For the clawed and battle-scarred.
