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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887. Excerpt: ... This giant of a grander day, This Theseus of a nobler Greece, This Jason of the golden fleece 1 And who was he? And who were they That came to seek the hidden gold Long hallowed from the pirate's hold? I do not know. You need not care. They loved, this maiden and this man, And that is all I surely know,--The rest is as the winds that blow. He bowed as brave men bow to fate, Yet proud and resolute and bold; She, coy at first, and mute and cold, Held back and seemed to hesitate,--Half frightened at this love that ran Hard gallop till her hot heart beat Like sounding of swift courser's feet. XXIII. Two strong streams of a land must run Together surely as the sun Succeeds the moon. Who shall gainsay The fates that reign, that wisely reign? Love is, love was, shall be again. Like death, inevitable it is; Perchance, like death, the dawn of bliss. Let us, then, love the perfect day, The twelve o'clock of life, and stop The two hands pointing to the top, And hold them tightly while we may. XXIV. How piteous strange is love! The walks By wooded ways; the silent talks Beneath the broad and fragrant bough. The dark deep wood, the dense black dell, Where scarce a single gold beam fell From out the sun. They rested now On mossy trunk. They wandered then Where never fell the feet of men. Then longer walks, then deeper woods, Then sweeter talks, sufficient sweet, In denser, deeper solitudes,--Dear careless ways for careless feet; Sweet talks of paradise for two, And only two, to watch or woo. She rarely spake. All seemed a dream She would not waken from. She lay All night but waiting for the day, When she might see his face, and deem This man, with all his perils passed, Had found the Lotus-land at last. XXV. The year waxed fervid, and the sun Fell central down. The for...