A Wayside Lute (Classic Reprint)

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Excerpt from A Wayside Lute To-Day Is there but emptiness from sky to sky, Along the simple grass? Stirs not some intimate foot as we draw nigh? Or is To-Day grown but a lantern light, That throws at the dark's edge, Upon some village hedge, A petty red, then dwindles into night? The House decays, but in the April rain, Long after, where it stood, Betwixt the sea and wood, Purple as yore, its violets remain. Long after, hoarded in the ancestral town, The new folk find it there, In carved shelf or chair, Or candlesticks whose gilt is turning brown. Thus is it with our Pasts, they go, they stay, They go, yet leave behind, Some wealth, dear, starry, kind, For common folk to gather day by day: About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.