Fly Leaves

Cover of book Fly Leaves
Categories: Nonfiction

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JTE stood, a worn-out City clerk? Who'd toiled, and seen no holiday, For forty years from dawn to dark? Alone beside Caermarthen Bay. He felt the salt spray on his lips; Heard children's voices on the sands; Up the sun's path he saw the ships Sail on and on to other lands; And laughed aloud. Each sight and sound To him was joy too deep for tears; He sat him on the beach, and bound A blue bandanna round his ears: And thought how, posted near his door, His own green door on Camden Hill, Two bands at least, most likely more, Were mingling at their own sweet will Verdi with Vance. And at the thought He laughed again, and softly drew That Morning Herald that he'd bought Forth from his breast, and read it through.THE ARAB. , on, my brown Arab, away, away! Thou hast trotted o'er many a mile to-day, And I trow right meagre hath been thy fare Since they roused thee at dawn from thy straw- piled lair, To tread with those echoless unshod feet Yon weltering flats in the noontide heat, Where no palm-tree proffers a kindly shade And the eye never rests on a cool grass blade; And lank is thy flank, and thy frequent cough, Oh! it goes to my heart?but away, friend, off! And yet, ah! what sculptor who saw thee stand, As thou standest now, on thy Native Strand, With the wild wind ruffling thine uncombed hair, And thy nostril upturned to the od'rous air, Would not woo thee to pause, till his skill might trace At leisure the lines of that eager face; The collarless neck and the coal-black paws And the bit grasped tight in the massive jaws; The delicate curve of the legs, that seem Too slight for their burden?and, O, the gleam Of that eye, so sombre and yet so gay! Still away, my lithe Arab, once more away! Nay, tempt ...

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