A LYRIC
SUNSHINE of yellow hair And still white trust, What doest thou in this lair Of death and dust? The halls where I abide Are dusk and dour, And fearsome lurkers hide By arch and door.
To the end of the trail / Richard Hovey [electronic text]
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- To the end of the trail / Richard Hovey [electronic text]
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- Hovey, Richard, 1864-1900.
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- New York: Duffield & Company
- 1908
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Page 67
The ruins of my heart Are lone and grim; There strange companions start, Hollow and dim, In the deserted rooms With wan despair —What doest thou in these glooms, Bonny and fair?
Ghosts of dead loves at night Arise and walk; Fear sears me like a blight To hear them talk. I never shall get free Of their dead eyes. That look they turn on me Kills as it dies.
Inhabit not my soul, O dream of dawn! The dead have me in thrall, Will not be gone, Haunt me by ghostly stair And shuddering gloom! Leave me to seek them there From room to room.
COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY, 1899.