Page:All quiet along the Potomac and other poems.djvu/134

From Wikisource
Jump to: navigation, search
This page needs to be proofread.


128 HIDDEN GLORY.

Better slay pretty myths on the stairs, And bury them there under roses,

Lest, embodied, they shame later choice, When love s later blossom uncloses.

��HIDDEN GLORY.

FROM Virginia s mountain-shadow Comes a tale of fairy-land Caverns hung with stony samite ; Curtains looped with silver band ;

Strange stalactites, rosy-tinted ;

Mighty chambers, deep and wide ; Fair, translucent, crystals draping

Like the garments of a bride ;

Chandelier and fretted cornice ;

Arch and groin and pillared door; Sculptured bust and marble lily

Downward growth from roof to floor ;

Organ-pipe, deep echoes sounding ;

Chaplets, worthy of a fay, These have lain unknown, unlighted,

Neath the hillside of Loray

Through the years, unguessed, untroubled,

Sealed secret in its tomb ; Leaving time for centuries

Above the ground to bud and bloom ;

�� �