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Debris Selections from Poems   By: (1862-1924)

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Selections from Poems



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To the one who, reading, may fancy With a kindly thought for me There's a grain of gold in its driftings, I dedicate this "Debris."


The waif is born of emergency, and timidly launched on the rough sea of opinion. Critic, touch it gently; it assumes nothing has nothing to assume; and your scalpel can only pain its AUTHOR


Mystery of Carmel Wasted Hours Rocking the Baby "I Don't Care" A Stained Lily A Valentine Which One Life's Way Uncle Sam's Soliloquy Nay, Do Not Ask A Picture Hang Up Your Stocking Opening the Gate for Papa White Honeysuckle Estrangement Bring Flowers Good Bye In the Twilight Home Why? Out in the Cold To Jennie Watching the Shadows I Give Thee Back Thy Heart Light Beyond A Neglected "Woman's Right" Would You Care? A Thought of Heaven Consolance When the Roses Go The Difference Beware A Regret "It is Life to Die" O, Speak it Not A Shattered Idol Poor Little Joe Fate The Ghosts in the Heart Only a Tramp Put Flowers on My Grave Old Aunt Lucy Unspoken Words O! Take Away Your Flowers Rain I love Him for His Eyes Only Somebody's Baby's Dead The Withered Rosebud My Ships Have Come From Sea


The Mission floor was with weeds o'ergrown, And crumbling and shaky its walls of stone; Its roof of tiles, in tiers and tiers, Had stood the storms of a hundred years. An olden, weird, medieval style Clung to the mouldering, gloomy pile, And the rhythmic voice of the breaking waves Sang a lonesome dirge in its land of graves. As I walked in the Mission old and gray The Mission Carmel at Monterey.

An ancient owl went fluttering by, Scared from his haunt. His mournful cry Wakened the echoes, till roof and wall Caught and re echoed the dismal call Again and again, till it seemed to me Some Jesuit soul, in mockery Stripped of rosary, gown, and cowl Haunted the place, in this dreary owl. Surely I shivered with fright that day, Alone in the Mission, old and gray The Mission Carmel at Monterey.

Near the chapel vault was a dungeon grim, And they say that many a chanted hymn Has rung a knell on the moldy air For luckless errant prisoned there, As kneeling monk and pious nun Sang orison at set of sun. A single window, dark and small, Showed opening in the heavy wall, Nor other entrance seemed attained That erst had human footstep gained. I paused before the uncanny place And peered me into its darksome space. Had it of secret aught to tell, That locked up darkness kept it well. I turned, and lo! by my side there stood A being of strangest naturehood. Startled, I glanced him o'er and o'er, Wondering I noted him not before. His form was stooped with the weight of years, And on his cheek was a trace of tears; Over all his face a shade of pain That deepened and vanished, and came again. Fixed he his woeful eyes on me Through my very soul they seemed to see. And lightly he laid his hand on mine His hand was cold as the vestal shrine. "'Tis haunted," he said, "haunted, and he Who dares at night noon go with me To this cursed place, by phantoms trod, Must fear not devil, man, nor God." "Tell me the story," I cried, "tell me!" And frightened was I at my bravery. A curious smile his thin lips curved, That well had my bravery unnerved. And this is the story he told that day To me in the Mission old and gray The Mission Carmel at Monterey.

"Each midnight, since have seventy years Begun their cycle around the spheres, Two faces have looked from that window there... Continue reading book >>

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