THE END OF THE RAINBOW.
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Still it followed me under the yellow moon,
Looking back to the graveyard now and then,
Where the .winds were playing the night a tune——
But, Kate, a Ghost does n't care for men,
And your papa could n't have done it harm!
. . . Ah, dark-eyed darling, what is it you see?
There, you need n't hide in your dimpled arm—
It was only my Shadow that walked with me!
Looking back to the graveyard now and then,
Where the .winds were playing the night a tune——
But, Kate, a Ghost does n't care for men,
And your papa could n't have done it harm!
. . . Ah, dark-eyed darling, what is it you see?
There, you need n't hide in your dimpled arm—
It was only my Shadow that walked with me!
THE END OF THE RAINBOW.
May you go to find it? You must, I fear;
Ah, lighted young eyes, could I show you how———
"Is it past those lilies that look so near?"
It is past all flowers. Will you listen, now?
Ah, lighted young eyes, could I show you how———
"Is it past those lilies that look so near?"
It is past all flowers. Will you listen, now?
The pretty new moons faded out of the sky,
The bees and butterflies out of the air,
And sweet wild songs would flutter and fly
Into wet dark leaves and the snow's white glare.
The bees and butterflies out of the air,
And sweet wild songs would flutter and fly
Into wet dark leaves and the snow's white glare.
There were winds and shells full of lonesome cries,
There were lightnings and mists along the way,
And the deserts would glitter against my eyes,
Where the beautiful phantom-fountains play.
There were lightnings and mists along the way,
And the deserts would glitter against my eyes,
Where the beautiful phantom-fountains play.
