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A STUDY.
Her lonely upward way climb to the verge
And ending of the day-time; and she knew
The downward way in presence of the night.
She heard the fitful sheep-bells in the glen
Move like a child's thoughts. There she felt the earth
Lonely in space. And all things suddenly
Shook with her tears. She went with shadowless feet,
Moving along the shadow of the world,
Faring alone to home and a long life,
Setting her twilight face to meet the stars.
NOTE.
I have borrowed the metre of one of the pieces in this volume—a stanza of three verses rhyming dissyllabically—from a beautiful poem by Mr. Oliver Wendell Holmes.
UNWIN BROTHERS, THE GRESHAM PRESS, CHILWORTH AND LONDON.
