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camille.
I dreamed! The roar, the tramp, the burthened air
Pour round their sharp and subtle mockery.
Here go the eager-footed men—and there
The costly beggars of the world float by,
Lilies that toil nor spin—
How should they know so well the weft of sin,
And hide me from them with such sudden eye?
Pour round their sharp and subtle mockery.
Here go the eager-footed men—and there
The costly beggars of the world float by,
Lilies that toil nor spin—
How should they know so well the weft of sin,
And hide me from them with such sudden eye?
But all the roaring crowd begins to make
A whirl of humming shade:—for since the day
Is done, and there's no lower step to take,
Life drops me here. Some rough, kind hand I pray,
Thrust the sad wreck aside:,
And shut the door on it! a little pride,
That I may not offend who pass this way!
A whirl of humming shade:—for since the day
Is done, and there's no lower step to take,
Life drops me here. Some rough, kind hand I pray,
Thrust the sad wreck aside:,
And shut the door on it! a little pride,
That I may not offend who pass this way!
And this is all! O, thou wilt yet give heed!
No soul but trusts some late, redeeming care—
But walks the narrow plank with bitter speed,
And, straining through the sweeping mist of air,
No soul but trusts some late, redeeming care—
But walks the narrow plank with bitter speed,
And, straining through the sweeping mist of air,
