{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2766", "width": "1898", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nCliap Copyright No\\nShelLLlkS\u00e2\u0080\u009eV\\\\:^\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "2720", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2720", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2622", "width": "1769", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "XLbe path ot \u00c2\u00a9teams\\nPOEMS\\nX\\nBY LEIGH GORDON GILTNER\\nt\\nFleming H. Revell Company\\nChicago New York Toronto\\n1", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0009.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "SECOND COPY,\\nTWO copi Es HtcEi V eo,\\nLibrary of GoBafQgu\\nMAY 2 I9U0\\nWeglstor of Gopypigfcjgi\\n14190^\\n^.1 ,1-b ij-t\\n^::^J efConglS!i;^\\nCOPYRIGHT 1 900\\nBY LEIGH GORDON GILTNER", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0010.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "TO THE MEMORY OF MY MOTHER", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0011.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0012.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "Contents\\nIn Woodland Ways\\nAshes of Roses\\nA Challenge\\nAnd Yet\\nThe Master-Player\\nAfterbloom\\nTo Bliss Carman\\nWhen Love Passed By\\nHedonism Euthumisn:\\nUnder the Leaves\\nCarmen\\nTo R. D. MacLean\\nLove and Death\\nA Winter Landscape\\nRoses and Rue\\nSeverance\\nSpartacus\\nThe Dead Leader\\nHagar\\nFlower- Fancies\\nCirce\\nToA. M. M.\\nLoveless\\nClytie\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The Sunflower\\nIn Bondage\\nTo a Singer\\n9\\nII\\n13\\n15\\n16\\n17\\n18\\n19\\n21-22\\n23\\n23\\n26\\n26\\n27\\n28\\n47\\n48\\n50\\n51\\n52-53\\n54\\n55\\n56\\n57\\n61\\n63", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0013.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "Contents\\nBlossom of Brine 64\\nA Memory 65\\nTo Margaret 66\\nRegret 67\\nGod Bless You, Dear 69\\nRoses 71\\nThe Poet 72\\nShylock 72\\nTo Charles J. O Malley 73\\nAntithesis 74\\nIn Fortune s Twilight 74\\nFate 75\\nThe Path of Dreams 76\\nAn Autumn Song 78\\nVain 79\\nSartor Resartus 80\\nIllumed 82\\nIn The Play 83\\nTo E. P. B 84\\nThrough The Dark 85\\nPreluding 86\\nThe Heights of Silence 87\\nAndromeda 88\\nRequital 90\\nWhen Fades the Light 91\\nButterflies 92\\nIn the Dark Forest 93\\nInsatiate 95", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0014.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "Zo \u00c2\u00aenc Mbo Sleeps\\n(Obiit, June 8th, 1894.)\\nT/w storm and sumjuer shine for long have shed\\nOr blight or bloom above thy quiet bed,\\nTho loneliness and longing cry thee dead\\nTho^i art not dead, beloved. Still zvith me\\nAre whilojn hopings that encompass thee\\nA7id dreams of dear delights that may not be.\\nAsleep adr earn perchance, dost tJiou forget\\nThe sometime sorroiv and the fevered fret,\\nSting of salt tears and long unbreathed regret\\nLiest thou here thro long sunshiny hours,\\nHolding siveet converse with the springing flowers,\\nHarking the singing of the warm stveet showers\\nThat fall like Jiappy tears dost hear\\nThe birds that unafraid assail thine ear\\nAnd yet art silent zvhen I whisper Dear,\\nDost thou not hear?\\n7", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0015.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "To One Who Sleeps\\nLying so low beneath the bending grass\\nIn long, still smiling tranced for aye alas/\\nThou dost not harken zvhen my footsteps pass.\\nIf haply I some tender tiling should tell\\nThee of the springtime flowers thou once loved well-\\nAnemone and shining asphodel;\\nShould steal from Nature some enchanted lay,\\nSome bird-song lilted where green branches sway\\nHeart-music that could stir thy heart alway;\\nShould call thee by the old fond name again,\\nShould tell thee all a heart s enduring pain\\nAnd long rememb rijig, zvould st thou mjite remain\\nAlas! nor sigh nor song can thrill the ear\\nTuned to IsrafeVs music in the sphere\\nWhere things to thee erst dear no more are dear.\\nThou dost not hear!", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0016.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "THE PATH OF DREAMS\\ntn TRaooDlanD IRIlaps\\nOut of the poignant glare, the shadeless heat\\nOf summer noon, beseech thee follow me\\nInto the dim, dream-haunted secrecy\\nThe cool, green glooms, the grottoed deep retreat,\\nOf yon old wood; down aisles of lichened trees\\nGrey Merlins clasped by lissom Viviens\\nOf clinging vine to cloistered sylvan glens,\\nWhere Nature weaves her fairest mysteries.\\nHere let us rest a little find surcease\\nFor feet grown weary of the thridded street\\nThat echoes ever to the ceaseless beat\\nOf human tread; a brief while know the ease\\nOf dreamful rest, to slumb rous languors slilled\\nOn Orient rugs of dappled mosses spread\\nIn nooks where blossom, purple, white and red,\\nThe flowers Summer s lavish hands have spilled.\\n9", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0017.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nWild woodland creatures near us unafraid,\\nSome strange enchantment doth the forest hold\\nWas that a sungleam, or a wand of gold\\nBy tricksy Puck or wanton Ariel swayed\\nOld oaks and beeches open wide their doors\\nAnd hamadryads veiled in golden sheen\\nFloating diaphanous o er robes of green\\nWalk with still feet the forest s russet floors.\\nLo, here are fairies hid in flower-bells,\\nThere wood-nymphs fleeing from pursuing fauns,\\nAnd naiads fleshed with hues of rosy dawns\\nLie dreaming by white streams in dusky dells;\\nWe tread dim paths untrod by foot of man\\nAnd hark the horn of Dian ringing clear;\\nWhile faint, elusive, thin now far, now near,\\nMeseems I hear the oaten pipe of Pan.\\nAnd while o erhead the plaining wood-dove grieves,\\nThe cardinal a winged, scarlet flower\\nSprays all the air with song, a golden shower\\nOf flutes-notes sifting downward thro the leaves.\\n10", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0018.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "Ashes of Roses\\nAh, sweet enchantment doth the forest hold,\\nFor Nature s self doth haunt these woodland ways,\\nMy fevered brow on her cool breast she lays\\nAnd care slips from me as a garment old.\\nBsbes ot IRoses\\nSkies glooming overhead,\\nAutumn winds sighing;\\nBare yonder garden bed.\\nFlowers low lying.\\nAll their rich radiance fled,\\nAll their pale petals shed,\\nWan wraiths of Summer sped,\\nIn Autumn s closes;\\nCrimson and cream and gold\\nStrewn on earth s bosom cold,\\nMingling with umber mold\\nAshes of roses.\\nSee, in yon waning West\\nRich roses blowing\\n11", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0019.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nOn Heaven s palimpsest\\nGod s message glowing;\\nRose hues and amethyst\\nDrenched in purpureate mist,\\nDarkness with Day keeps tryst,\\nNight s curtain closes;\\nQuenched is the burning gold,\\nShadowed the upland wold,\\nDay s fires grow dull and cold\\nAshes of roses.\\nSo on this heart of mine\\nShadows are lying;\\nLotus and rue entwine,\\nDim dreams are dying;\\nStilled is the thrill divine.\\nSpilled is the amber wine,\\nDimly the cold stars shine;\\nWan age discloses\\nAll youth s bright blossoms dead,\\nAll love s rare radiance sped.\\nAll hope s pure petals shed\\nAshes of roses.\\n12", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0020.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "A Challenge\\nH Challenge\\nTo have lived, to have loved, to have triumphed\\nwhat more can the world bestow\\nI stand at the close of the conflict, my foot on the\\nneck of my foe.\\nProne in the dust lies the demon Despair, still\\nshouting his shibboleth\\nTo the treacherous Amazon dark-browed Fate, and\\nher grisly comrade, Death.\\nTo have lived To have felt in my veins the surge\\nof the rich, red tide of Hfe,\\nThe quickening stir of the strong man s heart that\\nthrills to the sound of strife\\nTo have wrested success from defeat, to have\\nstriven, and struggled, and won\\nShall this seem a small thing, think you, when the\\nBattle of Ages is done\\nTo have loved To have known of all raptures,\\nthe rapture supernal, divine.\\nTo have felt the throb of your heart on my heart\\nand the bloom of your lips pressed to mine\\n13", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0021.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nTo have ranked with the gods on Olympus myths\\ntell us immortal Jove\\nCleft with his swan-wings the blue of the sky for\\nboon of a mortal s love\\nI have lived, I have loved, I have triumphed Let\\nDeath come, or early or late\\nI hurl my challenging gauntlet full in the face of Fate!\\nFate may make wreck of a future how can she\\nalter the past\\nI have tasted the sweets of life s chalice why\\nshrink from the lees at the last\\nHow should I cavil at aught that shall come I\\nstand with your head on my breast\\nI have fought as I might I have gained you, be-\\nloved to God s mercy the rest\\nTho the heavens darken above me and the sky be\\nshrunk as a scroll.\\nIn the wreck and ruin of riven worlds, should I\\nfalter, O Soul of my soul\\nTho the demon Despair, where he vanquished lies,\\nstill utter his shibboleth\\nI fling my glove in the face of Fate and smile in the\\neyes of Death\\n14", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0022.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "And Yet\\nHnO l^et\\nUpon the meads where we were wont to stray,\\nGulling with springtime hopes the winter hours,\\nThe Spring has smiled yon slope that late gloomed\\ngray\\nAnd sternly sad, neath April s tender showers\\nGrows green and glad again. The rippled grass,\\nA soundless sea o er which white cloud-sails pass.\\nBreaks at my feet in billows foamed with flowers\\nAnd blue-eyed myrtle blooms with lashes wet\\nSmile to me thro their tears. The skies are blue,\\nAnd life is sweet to-day and hope seems true\\nMy heart is barren of its long regret\\nAnd yet\\nThe willow wears a wistful green. A dream\\nOf Summer warmth the wine-sweet breezes hold,\\nFair wildings blow bright buttercups agleam\\nLike shining sequins scattered on the wold.\\nAnd daffodills a wealth of faery gold.\\n15", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0023.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nThe building birds their coming bhss presage\\nWith lilt and lyric brimming o er the page\\nOf Nature s volume bound in green and gold.\\nHere mid the birds and blossoms neath the blue-\\nMy heart unburthened of the old regret\\nLet me forget long striving to forget\\nFor life is sweet to-day and hope seems true\\nAnd yet\\nMute was the mighty organ. None might break\\nThe silence that had thralled it since was stilled\\nThe master-hand beneath whose touch it thrilled\\nTo music such as choiring seraphs make\\nUntil a mightier Master came to wake\\nTh elusive chords and subtle harmonies\\nThat lay imprisoned in the cold white keys\\nAnd once again the soul of Music spake.\\nMethought my soul s most perfect melodies\\nNo hand again to sonance could evoke\\nA silent harp whose potence none might prove\\n16", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0024.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "Afterbloom\\nBut, lo one came who swept its chords and woke\\nCelestial strains, divinest harmonies,\\nResponsive to the master-touch of Love.\\natterbloom\\nGay was her garden as some gorgeous fabric\\nWeft on an Orient loom.\\nStar-set upon the sward quaint, old-time blossoms\\nWrought broidery of bloom.\\nVerbenas, dahlias, asters, scarlet cannas\\nLike torches flaming tall\\n(Methought the fair, old face, enframed in silver,\\nThe sweetest flower of all\\nAnd one rare rose she watched each year with hoping\\nTill the dear eyes grew dim\\nBut ere a single blossom burst in beauty\\nGod took her home to Him.\\nYet when the Spring next woke the earth to laughter\\nAnd boon of blossom gave,\\n17", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0025.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nStarred was the rose with white, unearthly flowers\\nWe laid them on her grave.\\nAnd so, meseems, the buds we woo most fondly\\nNor light nor perfume shed\\nAnd Love s gold-hearted rose and Hope s star-flower\\nOft bloom when we are dead.\\nXi;o Bliss Carman\\nGreat-hearted brother to the wilderness,\\nComrade of Wmd and Sea Interpreter\\nOf nomad Nature Ere the quick ning stir\\nOf Spring-sap thrills the wood from sullen stress\\nOf Winter s spell away from thronged press\\nOf urban ways thy wild feet wander far\\nTracking the steps of some white Northern star\\nWhose rays are beacon to thy restlessness.\\nWeird mystic of the Northland s mystery.\\nThou front st the Unseen Shadow, nor dost fear\\nTo meet the Scarlet Hunter on the trail\\nPagan as Pan to all things sylvan dear,\\n18", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0026.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "When Love Passed By\\nNature s own vagrant, buoyant, driftless, free\\nAll winds and woods and waters cr}- thee hail\\nWben Xove passet) Bp\\nI dreamt of love in the golden glory\\nOf youth unshadowed by cloud or care\\nSteeped in the love-lore of song and story,\\nI said, My Love shall be wondrous fair.\\nI said, Her hands shall be filled with flowers,\\n(My heart shall tell me when Love draws nigh\\nShe shall steal sweet boon from the graceless hours,\\nHer eyes shall be blue as the cerule sky.\\nHer hair shall be bright as the stars gold gleaming,\\nHer lips shall be red with her heart s rich wine,\\nHer face shall be fair as my fondest dreaming,\\nEach pulse of my being shall call her mine!\\nThen long for the voice of my heart I barkened,\\nTranced in love s hoping all hope else forgot\\n19", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0027.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nI waited lonely the daylight darkened,\\nThe twilight deepened but love came not.\\nThen One passed by in the dusking shadows,\\nThe night s dusk shadows slept on her hair\\nShe passed like a gleam o er the dew-drenched\\nmeadows,\\nAnd my heart throbbed fast but she was not fair.\\nHer face was pale and her dark eyes pleading,\\nHer smile was wistful and gravely sweet\\nShe passed me by where I stood unheeding.\\nAnd dropped a violet at my feet.\\nShe went her way o er the silent meadows,\\n(Ah, traitorous heart that you tricked me so\\nI sat alone in the deepening shadows\\nLove had passed by and I did not know.\\n20", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0028.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "Hedonism Euthumism\\nIbeDonism\\nSince we must sleep the endless Sleep at last,\\nSince Life s grim juggernaut neath ruthless wheels\\nCrushes the heart since Age like Winter steals\\nOn Youth s fair-flowered fields with blighting blast\\nThen to the gods our doubts and fears be cast\\nEnough of Sorrow Joyance is our due.\\nGather the roses Spurn th envenomed rue.\\nFling to the waiting winds the pallid past.\\nSteep thee in mellow moods and dear desires\\nPluck Love s flame-hearted flower ere it dies\\nCull nectared kisses sweet as morning s breath,\\nWarm Chastity at Passion s purple fires\\nNepenthe quaff till drained the chalice lies.\\nAfter the shrouded sleep, the dreamless\\ndark of Death.\\n21", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0029.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nButbumism\\nIf in the spirit glows no spark divine\\nIf soulless dust return to dust again\\nIf, after life, but death and dark remain\\nThen it were well to make the moment thine,\\nBacchante-steeping soul and sense in wine,\\nIn lotus-lulling languors, fond desires\\nThat heat the heart with fierce, unhallowed fires\\nTill Pleasure, Circe-like, transform us into swine.\\nBut if some subtler spirit thrill our clay,\\nSome God-like flame illume this fleeting dust\\nPromethean fire snatched from the Olympian\\nheight\\nThen must we choose the nobler, higher Way,\\nSeeking the Beautiful, the Pure, the Just\\nThe ultimate crowned triumph of the Right\\n22", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0030.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "Carmen\\nxanDer tbe Xeapes\\nThe phalanxes of corn stand grim and serried.\\nDull gold the sodden sheaves,\\nThe violets that smiled with Spring are buried\\nUnder the leaves.\\nAlong the land the Winter s doom is creeping\\nAll vainly Autumn grieves\\nAnd she who made my heart s sweet Spring is\\nsleeping\\nUnder the leaves.\\nCarmen\\nNight in Seville, and the twinkle\\nOf stars in the far azure set,\\nThe mandolin s torturing tinkle,\\nThe click of the castanet\\nMusic and wine and low laughter,\\nLove and a torment of tune\\n23", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0031.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nHate and a poignard thereafter,\\nUnder the yellow moon.\\nHere in the night I await her,\\nUnder the slumberous moon\\nYearns my fierce spirit to mate her\\nAll my sick senses aswoon\\nBeneath the wild sway of her dancing\\nPassion and pride are at war\\nThrall to her amorous glancing,\\nGrandee and toreador.\\nCarmen Gitana, behold her I\\nBright passion-flower of the South\\nSoft Southern languors enfold her.\\nScarlet the bloom of her mouth\\nPassionate, sensuous, cruel,\\nRaying warm laughter and light,\\nA ruby a scintillant jewel\\nSet on the brow of the Night\\nAh, the wild rhythm of her dancing\\nLithe with the jaguar s grace,\\n24", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0032.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "Caznien.\\nAh, the sweet fire of her glancing,\\nThe love-htten lure of her face\\nAnd ah, in my fierce arms to hold her\\nThis strange scarlet flower of the South,\\nClose to my heart-beat to fold her\\nDrinking the wine of her mouth\\nSweet, thou art weary with dancing,\\nSick of the music and light\\nPraises and overbold glancing\\nSteal with me into the night\\nOut of the riot of laughter,\\nOut of the torment of tune\\nLove and close kisses thereafter\\nUnder the sensuous moon I\\nCarmen, my fierce arms enfold thee,\\nBright passion-flower of the South,\\nClose to my hot heart I hold thee,\\nCrushing the flower of thy mouth.\\nLove for the loving that swayed me,\\nPassion for passion long past\\nHate for the hate that betrayed me\\nMy dirk in your side at the last I\\n25", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0033.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nTCo 1R\u00c2\u00ab H). /IDacXean\\nIf words were winged arrows tipped with flame,\\nFar-flying thro the vast of time and space,\\nIf Erato should lend me some rare grace,\\nThen might I dare to breathe in song your name.\\nAh, Player-king, unmoved by all renown,\\nAcclaim and praise that wait upon your name,\\nYou pluck a laurel from the wreath of fame.\\nThen, careless of the guerdon, cast it down.\\nXove anD Deatb\\nEver athwart Life s sunlit, upland ways\\nFalleth the shadow of impending Death,\\nAnd still Life s flowers beneath his blighting breath\\nTo ashes wither, and to dust, her bays.\\nWhat were the worth of hard-won power or praise\\nAwaits us all the grave-cell dark and deep,\\nThe greedy grave-worm s maw, the awful sleep\\n26", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0034.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "A Winter Landscape\\nWhen Death his cold hand on our pulses lays.\\nWhat then the end of action or of strife?\\nThe sphinxed riddle of the Universe,\\nNature s unsolved enigma, who may prove\\nLife s Passion Play all blindly men rehearse\\nBut yet our recompense for birth, for life,\\nFor death itself, meseems, is deathless Love\\na TKHtnter XanDscape\\nA mystic world mantled in white simarre\\nArachne-spun with argent woof her wede\\nStarred with strange crystals wrought from frozen\\nspar,\\nSprent with pearl frost-flowers girt with diamond\\nbrede,\\nRubied with berries red as drops of blood,\\nBefringed with gelid, many-irised gems\\nBroidered with lace weft of an elfin brood\\nHoar filagree to deck her garment hems.\\nSheer slanting down the sky an opal light\\nPierces the snow-blur s veil of wannish gray,\\n27", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0035.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "The Path of Drca7ns\\nIn iridescent sheen, tingeing the dazzhng white\\nWith amethystine, gold or beryl ray.\\nAlong the West the transient sunset gleam\\nAn ardor brief Crimson on crimson grows\\nTill all the waning sky, incarnadine,\\nGlows like blown petals of a shattered rose.\\nIRoscs anO IRuc\\nI.\\nA swift thought flashed to my mind that day\\nWhen I first saw you, regally tall\\nMid a throng of pigmies a very Saul\\nHow some woman s heart must admit your sway,\\nSome woman s soul to your soul be thrall\\n(And though not for me were the rapture to prove\\nyou,\\nI thrilled as I thought how a woman might love\\nyou\\nThen strange that our eyes for a moment should\\nmeet\\n28", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0036.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "Roses and Rue\\nAnd hold each other a breathless space,\\nThat a light as of dawn should leap into your face,\\nThat the lips that were stern should an instant\\ngrow sweet\\nEre you turned, at a word, with a courtier s grace.\\nAnd I knew that tho many a woman had loved\\nyou,\\nTill that moment, the glance of no woman had\\nmoved you\\nThen you stood at my side and one murmured your\\nname,\\nThe proud old name that you worthily wore,\\nAnd I drank the soul-chalice Fate s mandate up-\\nbore\\nTo my lips, as the fire of your glance leapt to flame\\nWhat need were of words heart speaks heart ever-\\nmore\\n(And I knew that were mine but the rapture to\\nprove you.\\nHow deeply, how dearly one woman might love\\nyou\\n29", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0037.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "The Path of D7^eams\\nII.\\nDo I idly dream, as the village maid,\\nWho thinks, as she spins, of a princekin gay\\nOn a prancing steed, who shall come her way\\nTo woo her and win her and bear her away\\nThro the vasty depths of the forest shade\\nTo a palace set in a sylvan glade,\\nTo love her for aye and a day\\nIs it like that he with his princely pride\\nThe son of a proud old race.\\nShall stoop with Cophetua s kingly grace\\nTo lift me up to the vacant place.\\nTo reign like a queen at his side\\nCan the world afford him no worthier bride\\nNo bride with a queenlier grace\\nAye, a foolish dream for a sordid day\\nWhen men seek power and women, gold\\nGone is the chivalrous age of old\\nWhen maids were loving and men were bold,\\nAnd good King Arthur held knightly sway\\n30", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0038.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "Roses and Rue\\nAh, love and knighthood were laid away\\nWith the cuirass and helm of old.\\nBut a horseman rides to the wicket gate\\nAll my pulses proclaim it he,\\nMy knight who has parted the waves of the sea,\\nWho has cleft the wide world in his searching\\nfor me\\nFond, foolish, dreaming for surely Fate\\nDecrees him the winning a worthier mate\\nThan a simple girl like me\\nIII.\\nWhy does he come to me,\\nWith his deep, impassioned eyes,\\nStealing my soul from me\\nSurely a high emprise\\nFor such an one as he\\nTo smile an hour on me\\nTo win a worthless prize,\\nWould he might let me be\\n31", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0039.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nProud am I proud as he\\nFor my name as his is old\\nWhat should he say to me\\nI have neither lands nor gold.\\nAh, a merry jest twill be\\nTo win my heart from me\\n(The tale will be soon told\\nWould he might let me be\\nIV.\\nSwept, swept away is my vaunted pride\\nOn a flood-tide of tenderness\\nI envy the dog that bounds to his side,\\nAnd the chestnut mare he is wont to ride\\nCross moor and mead when the day is fine,\\nAs she lays her head in a mute caress\\nGainst the arm of her lord and mine\\nAh, silver and gold of the glad June morninj\\nGold of the sunshine and silver of dew,\\n32", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0040.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "Roses and Rue\\nDew drop gems all the meads adorning\\nAre love and the rose-time a theme for scorning\\nRoses, roses, dream not of rue\\nAm I not loved by you\\nAntiphonal to sweet sylvan singers,\\nThe brook with its maddening, gladdening rune\\nAnd my lover s kiss still thrills and lingers,\\nLingers and burns on my tremulous fingers\\nAh, birds in a very riot of tune\\nPour out my joy to the heart of June\\nHe loves me loves me My heart is singing.\\n(Heart, oh heart of my heart is it true\\nSong on my lips from my soul upringing,\\nA passion of bliss to the breezes flinging,\\nRoses, roses nor dream of rue I\\nI am beloved by you.\\nVI.\\nTo be his wife Calm all my soul is filling,\\nA calm too deep for smiles or even tears\\nA perfect trust to slumber subtly stilling\\nMy whilom doubts and fears.\\n33", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0041.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nEach little common thing to me seems rarer,\\nMy life each day becomes more dear to me\\nLove, am I fair Ah, fain would I be fairer-\\nAnd yet more fair for thee.\\nLike to a priestess some loved shrine adorning,\\nI deck the charms but poorly prized, till late,\\nThe beauty once I held too slight for scorning\\nTo thee, now consecrate\\nAs if some god of old had stooped to love me\\nSome star had pierced my darkness with its ray-\\nI worship thee an idol throned above me\\nForgetting thou art clay.\\nRejoicing in the gift that God has given,\\nI may forget the Giver. Love, I fear\\nLest I shall e en forget to sigh for Heaven\\nWhen heaven for me is here\\n34", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0042.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "Roses and Rue\\nVII.\\nStrange that a love supreme\\nShould be swayed by a petty pride,\\nAs a straw might turn aside\\nThe swift onflowing tide\\nOf a mighty seaward stream I\\nI know that the fault was mine,\\nBut I cannot, will not speak\\nHow should I, suppliant, meek,\\nHis gracious pardon seek\\nTho the fault were mine all mine\\nAye, tho my heart should break,\\nSomething or pride or shame\\nForbids me that I should claim\\nAs mine the fault, the blame\\nAye, tho my heart should break I\\n35", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0043.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dj-eams\\nVIII.\\nLast night he came to me,\\nHis dark eyes grave and sweet\\n(Eyes that I could not meet\\nTo crave my pardon mine/\\nWith that kingly courtesy\\nWhich makes his least deed fine.\\nWhat fiend took hold on me\\nI would nor speak nor heed,\\nTho he bent his pride to plead\\n(He, all unused to sue\\nThough he sought full tenderly\\nFor a pardon not his due.\\nFool to have played with fire\\nHad I not full often heard\\nHow when his wrath was stirred\\nIt burst all bounds and leapt\\nHigher and ever higher\\nLike flames by the storm-wind swept\\n36", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0044.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "Roses and Rue\\nYet tho his face was white\\nWith a passion that shook his soul\\nNot once did he waive control,\\nTho his heart to its depths was stirred\\nHe leashed his wrath that night\\nNor uttered one bitter word.\\nPride held me stubbornly dumb,\\nStilling what words I would say,\\nWhile I flung my heart s treasure away,\\nWhile I tampered with fire to my cost\\nTill I knew the ultimate end had come\\nI had matched pride with love and lost\\nIX.\\nWhat poisoned pen has written\\nThe words that bar my breath\\nWhat hard, harsh hand has smitten\\nMy soul with death\\nLove^ my love these the words I read\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe vision and dream of a life have died.\\nHurt to the heart by the words yon said^\\n37", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0045.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nAngered^ stung by a wounded pride\\nMad with the thought that your love ivas dead\\nhave wedded a loveless^ unloved bride\\nWould I had died instead\\nMy heart refuses to understand\\nThe words that burn my brain;\\nPalsied, stunned by a felling blow\\nStruck by a cherished hand,\\nI am all too numb for pain\\nDead to a deathless woe,\\nHelpless to understand,\\nShall I ever feel again\\nX.\\nAwake, alive to pain The first steel gleam of morn\\nStabs deep the heart I thought had shrunk to dust,\\nThe love I prayed might die to loveless scorn\\nAwakes and cries. Ah, God, how is it just\\nA fault so slight such meed of pain should pay,\\nThat one mad word in pride and anger spoken\\nShould leave two lives forever crushed and broken.\\nShould plait a scourge to lash my soul for aye\\n38", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0046.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "Roses and Rue\\nHow can a just God see men suffer thus\\nUnheedful of the cosmic cry of pain,\\nUnmoved by all the pangs that torture us,\\nKnowing our prayers and tears alike are vain\\nLike to a wanton boy who feels no thrill\\nOf pity for the weak his strength holds thrall,\\nWho pins a helpless butterfly against a wall.\\nWatching the bright wings flutter and grow still.\\nWe are the sport of some malignant Power\\nWho nails us to our crosses, hard and fast,\\nWho sees us flutter for a little hour,\\nStruggle and suffer and grow still at last\\nWho hears untouched the ceaseless, cosmic groan\\nWrung from his creatures tortured lips alway\\nHe Vv ill not hear or heed What need to pray\\nThere is no hand to help. We stand alone.\\nFather, forgive I know not what I say,\\nFrenzied, tortured, torn on the rack of pain\\nTeach these pain-writhen lips once more to pra)\\nHelp me to trust again\\n39", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0047.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nXI.\\nA year! How slight a space\\nWhen winged with ecstasy!\\n(An seon dark to me.)\\nHe has brought her home God lend me grace\\nTo-night in the throng I shall see his face\\nHe has long forgotten me.\\nA year I have learned to smile,\\nI have taught my eyes to lie,\\nI have lived and laughed and sung the while\\nI have only longed to die.\\nxn.\\nI have seen him once again,\\nThere in the throng with his wife\\n(An eagle matched with a pitiful wren I)\\nBitter in sooth has his portion been\\nChained to a clog for life!\\n40", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0048.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "Roses and Rue\\nStrange that our eyes as of yore should meet\\nAnd hold each other a breathless space,\\nThat the dawn-light of old should illumine his face,\\nThat the lips that were stern should an instant grow\\nsweet,\\nTouched with the old-time tender grace.\\nBut his eyes were haggard and old with pain\\n(Traitors to thwart his resolute will\\nThey told me the struggle was vain all vainf\\nHe loves me loves me still.\\nXIII.\\nCruel that I should be glad\\nThat he loves and suffers still,\\nYet how should my soul be sad\\nThat his passionate, resolute will\\nCannot crush the love that is stronger than he,\\nThe love that is all for me\\nThe year has left its trace\\n(Cover it how he will\\nOn the proud, impassive face\\nAnd I know how he suffers still\\n41", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0049.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nThrall to a love that is stronger than he,\\nA love that is all for me.\\nSurely, ah surely, I know\\nI who have known his love,\\nI who have loved him so,\\nWhat such a bond must prove,\\nLinked to a loveless, unloved wife.\\nChained to a clog for life\\nXIV.\\nShe loves him not, they say,\\nSave for his lands and gold\\nShe is narrow, selfish, cold.\\nStabbing and wounding his soul each day,\\nGrowing further and further away\\nFrom the heart it was hers to hold.\\nYet not all blameless he,\\nA woman is quick to feel\\nWhat man would fain conceal\\n42", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0050.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "Roses and Rue\\nSurely she can but see\\nThat naught to his Hfe is she,\\nNay nor can ever be\\nI am happier happier far than he\\nHe is meshed in a galling silken hold,\\nBound with a jewelled band of gold;\\nWhile I, at least, am free.\\nAnd I know what his daily life must be,\\nLinked with a nature paltry, slight,\\nHe with his generous, kingly soul,\\nStung and goaded past all control\\nBy a thousand petty barbs of venom and spite.\\nOnce, but once have we met,\\nAnd we spoke of trivial things.\\nOf the changes a twelvemonth brings.\\nOf late Summer, lingering yet\\n(Ah, how should a heart that has loved forget i*)\\nTraitors ever to thwart his will\\nHis eyes confirm what I half divine,\\nA bitter, bootless victory mine,\\nHe cannot choose but to love me still I\\n43", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0051.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "The Path of Drea^ns\\nXV.\\nWhose was the fault, the blame\\nShe has fled and left him free,\\nFree but a stain of shame\\nRests on the proud old name.\\nAt a bitter cost she has set him free\\nFree! with a blemished fame.\\nAnd he with the pride of his race,\\nWith a resolute, calm control.\\nLocks in his heart the heart s disgrace,\\nShows of his shame no subtlest trace.\\nHiding the hurt of a stricken soul\\nNeath the calm of a passionless face.\\nHe had deemed it a cowardly thing to fly\\nWhile the village prated anent his shame,\\nAnd an added blot on his noble name\\nBy his own hand to die.\\nBut oft in the deep of night I hear\\nBorne on the wild night wind,\\n44", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0052.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "Roses and Rue\\nThe beat of the mare s hoofs thundering past,\\nAnd my heart is clutched by an icy fear\\nOf a direful thing that may chance at last\\nFor ride he never so far, so fast\\nBlack Care rides hard behind.\\nXVI.\\nLast night as I stood in the gloaming s gray,\\nEre the moon came into the sky.\\nHe came to me for a last good-bye\\nAt last he is going away.\\nHis face in the dusk showed stern and set,\\nOld and haggard and worn with pain\\nDear, I may never see you again\\nMine but the meed regret\\nHow can I ask you to share my shame,\\nHow can I give you my blemished name,\\nYet how shall the heart forget\\nNaught in my life save a dream have I,\\nA dream a vision, too fair to be,\\n45", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0053.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nA rose that blooms mid the rue for me\\nNaught but a dream. Good-bye,\\nAnd then, ere he Hfted his bridle rein\\nTo ride away down the dark ning land,\\nHe bent and touched with his lips the hand\\nI had laid on the chestnut s mane.\\nXVII.\\nSomething my senses will scarce recall\\nThe horror they came in the night to tell\\nThe mare had galloped riderless home,\\nBlown and bleeding and flecked with foam,\\nAnd they found him there by the sunken wall,\\nHurt to the death by the desperate fall.\\nHow it had chanced, he could only tell,\\nEre the merciful numbness stole his brain\\nHow the chestnut rose to the leap and fell.\\nThen his senses closed on the shocks of pain.\\nHe spoke, they told me, but once again\\nTo whisper my name with his struggling breath-\\n(Thank God, he suffered so brief a while\\n46", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0054.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "Roses and Rue\\nThen peacefully sank on the breast of Death,\\nDead, with his lips asmile.\\nHow can I wish him alive again,\\nLying so peacefully, placidly still,\\nWith that carven smile on his marble face,\\nHow can I pray that his heart should thrill\\nTo waking and waking s pain\\nLying so peacefully, placidly still,\\nWith the old, sweet smile on his quiet face,\\nDead to the sting of a heart s disgrace.\\nHow should I wish him a lesser grace,\\nHow should I strive with a wiser Will\\nYet how can the heart that is reft divine\\nDeath s mystical, measureless charity\\nThe cry of the stricken king is mine:\\nWould I had died for thee!\\nSeverance\\nNot severed by long leagues of lonely land.\\nNor sundered by wide wastes of sounding sea\\n47", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0055.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nBut ever side by side and hand in hand,\\nAnd yet apart are we.\\nSpartacus\\nHe stands storm-browed, imperial, chief\\nOf all Rome s gladiators brave\\nBeyond all others fearless in belief,\\nA captive but no slave.\\nHis brow is like a god s a brow of power.\\nLips soft with human sweetness ere the day\\nHe entered the arena, and the hour\\nHe first beheld man s life-blood mixed with\\nclay.\\nFelt rise within him bestial strange desires\\nAnd savage instincts in a brutal heart\\nThat battened on men s blood burned with un-\\nhallowed fires\\nOf slaughter till a thing apart.\\n48", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0056.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "Spartacus\\nA hired butcher of his fellow men, he stands\\nDaring the fasting lion in his den,\\nOr some fierce gladiator on the blood-stained\\nsands,\\nA savage chief of yet more savage men\\nHe stands, with massive throat and thews of steel.\\nWhile loud acclaims the listening heavens fill,\\nAnd Roman women smile. He does not know\\nor feel\\nA moment s joy or one triumphant thrill.\\nHe heeds them not. He sees as in a dream\\nHis home and Cyrasella s citron groves\\nA youth again, beside some purling stream,\\nWith gladsome heart and joyous pipe he\\nroves.\\nHe sees anon that gentle shepherd boy,\\nWho knew no harsher sound than plaining flute,\\nIn the arena stand Rome s sport and toy\\nA bestial, blood-stained hireling brute.\\n49", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0057.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nThen swift thro* every throbbing, pulsing vein\\nThe fierce unconquered spirit of old Sparta ran.\\nRome s fiercest gladiator is to-day again\\nA Thracian and a man\\nUbe H)ea XeaDer\\nAfter the waiting and the anguished weeping\\nHe lies at rest at last.\\nHow should we mourn him tranced in peaceful\\nsleeping,\\nHis pain all past\\nThe Right s Excalibur his strong arm wielded\\nA little space lies low\\nThe victor in life s sometime strife has yielded\\nTo man s last Foe.\\nLate all too late\u00e2\u0080\u0094 our loyal tribute giving\\nA loyal, fearless soul\\nHe whom v/e honored late so late while living,\\nLies dead beside the goal.\\n50", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0058.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "Hagar\\nYet this the solace of these long sad hours\\nWhile we who loved him weep,\\nWe breathe an answering message in our flowers\\nTo him who lies asleep.\\nTo him whom soon the deep, cold earth must cover,\\nTo him whose dying breath\\nLeft to our hearts a message bridging over\\nThe dark abyss of Death.\\nIbagar\\nTo have known Heaven and then to walk in Hell\\nIs it not hell to know his face no more,\\nSupplanted, spurned and thrust without his door.\\nSeeing another with my loved lord dwell\\nSheltered within the tents of wedded love\\nWhile I must roam the desert of Despair\\nAh, God above me harken to my prayer 1\\nSend down thy mercy on me as a dove\\nFolding its white wings on my tortured breast.\\n51", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0059.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nLet me not see the anguish of my child\\nWith hunger torn, with thirst s consuming wild,\\nStrike us, oh God, into Thy deep dark Rest\\nLo I have sinned. I kneel and kiss the rod,\\nBut she, the wife, who cast us forth to die\\nI curse her not Judge Thou between us, God,\\nWhich in Thy sight is guiltier, she or I\\nTIClater \u00c2\u00bbXilie0\\nThey float ethereal, unearthly white\\nUpon the bosom of the darkling mere,\\nRaying the dusk with slumbrous silver light\\nEidolons of lost moons erst mirrored there.\\nSalvias\\nWooing the wind s wild caresses,\\nCourting the sun s fierce fiame\\nWantons in cardinal dresses\\nFlaunting their scarlet shame.\\n52", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0060.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "Yellow Jessamine\\nl^ellow jessamine\\nLike little yellow stars that, fallen down,\\nHang pendulous, enmeshed among the boughs,\\nMild golden radiances they gem the crown\\nFair Summer sets upon her beauteous brows.\\nSunflowers\\nThey bloom in lowly places\\nUnmeet for fairer beds\\nLike swarthy Ethiop faces\\nWith yellow-turbaned heads.\\nXlbe IRosc\\nAll Orient odors, spikenard, balm and myrrh,\\nPerfumes of Araby and farthest Ind\\nSweet incense from the chaliced heart of her\\nShe pours upon the feet of every wind.\\n53", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0061.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nCirce\\nI.\\nWhere fair ^Eseia smiles across the sea\\nTo olive-crowned Italia, th enchantress dwells\\nA woman set about with dreams and spells,\\nWeird incantations, charms and mystery.\\nMost strangely pale and strangely fair is she\\nYet deadlier than the hemlock draught her smile,\\nDarker than Stygian glooms her subtle guile.\\nDrawn by her deep eyes spell, across the sea\\nThe Argive galleys wing, till beached they lie\\nUpon the fatal strand. The Greeks beguile\\nThe hasting hours with revelry and wine\\nWithin her halls. Eftsoon strange sorcery\\nThe Circe weaves. They who were men erewhile\\nNow grovel at her feet, transformed to swine.\\n11.\\nNeath myriad mellow tapers golden glow\\nA woman stands, proud, insolent and fair;\\n54", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0062.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "To A. M. M.\\nA single gem meshed in the dusk-dyed hair\\nBurns like the evening star descending low\\nAdown the dark ning sky. Upon the snow\\nOf her full-blossomed breast deep rubies lie.\\nHer fragrant presence breathes sweet sorcery;\\nThe shimmering saffron satin s flexile flow\\nOutlines each sinuous curve; a sensuous smile,\\nA touch that fires to flame each pulsant vein\\nOne draught of eyes more deep than depths of wine\\nThe senses steal, the soul and brain beguile\\nTill all seem merged in feeling and again\\nA Circe s spells transform men into swine.\\n^0 H. /ID. /ID.\\nShe is so shy, this little love of mine,\\nSo pale and pure, almost I fear to speak\\nThe love that thrills my every pulse like wine\\nYet brings no answering flush to her fair cheek.\\nShe is so calm that Passion s stirring strain\\nTo chanson soft and low unbidden dies;\\n55", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0063.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nThe while her longing lover sighs in vain\\nFor one soft love-glance from her down-dropped\\neyes.\\nA lily she that from its garden bed,\\nInto the golden sunshine glad and sweet\\nLifts to far sapphire skies its radiant head,\\nUnheedful of the base weeds at its feet.\\nYet should one loving reverently kneel\\nAnd draw the lily s close-shut leaves apart,\\nPerchance those waxen petals might reveal\\nEnshrined within, a glowing golden heart.\\nXoveless\\nAs some poor starveling at a palace gate\\nSees curtained gleams from banquet-litten halls,\\nHears song out-ringing from the festal walls.\\nScents viands that shall princely palates sate.\\nYet in the outer gloom may only wait,\\n56", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0064.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "Clytie The Sunflower\\nCrouched in the cold, thrice-thankful for some\\nleast\\nMean morsel flung him from the plenteous feast\\nPoor bondman to the ball and chain of Fate!\\nSo, lonely at Love s outer gate I stand\\nAnd glimpse the brightness and the bliss within,\\nWhere love-lit smiles transmute the dark to day\\nI wait without I may not enter in;\\nLong, wistfully, I gaze then void of hand\\nAnd starved of spirit, sadly turn away.\\nClptte\u00e2\u0080\u0094 tTbe Sunflower\\n(ToF. H.)\\nIn pale green twilight lands\\nUnder the sea\\nHer rainbow palace stands,\\nIrised and opaline\\nAgate and almondine,\\nCorals and pearly shells\\nSwept from deep ocean dells,\\n57", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0065.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nStrewing the silver strands,\\nStarring the golden sands\\nIn the green twilight lands\\nUnder the sea.\\nAll thro the dreamy day\\nUnder the sea\\nWhere the sea-maidens play,\\nTwining foam-garlands fair.\\nGirding their golden hair,\\nClad in her moss-robe green\\nVeiled in her bright locks sheen-\\nWhere the dim seaweeds sway.\\nTrackless her white feet stray\\nAll thro the dreamy day\\nUnder the sea.\\nOr like a star she glides\\nOver the sea,\\nDeftly her steeds she guides\\nGold-fish that glint and gleam,\\nJewels alive they seem\\n58", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0066.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "Clytie The Szinflozver\\nSoftly the surges swell,\\nRocking the rosy shell\\nWhere the sea-maiden rides^\\nWafture of wooing tides,\\nSwift as a star she glides\\nOver the sea.\\nOne day she lifts her eyes\\nUp from the sea\\nWhere the great sun-god flies\\nOver the world afar.\\nGuiding his golden car\\nAll his star brow aglow,\\nAll his bright hair aflow\\nDawn in his radiance lies,\\nDusk at his coming dies\\nHapless she lifts her eyes\\nUp from the sea.\\nSwiftly his steeds speed on\\nOver the sea,\\nSoon is the splendor flown,\\nLone on the shore she stands,\\n59", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0067.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nStretching imploring hands,\\nLifting impassioned eyes\\nWhere the last sun-gleam dies\\nAll the day s brightness gone,\\nHapless she stands alone,\\nHeedless the god speeds on\\nOver the sea.\\nEver her wistful gaze\\nOver the sea\\nYearns on the sun-god s rays\\nTill by some subtle power\\nChanged to a golden flower\\nStill in her robe of green,\\nCrowned with her gold hair s sheen\\nSlight on her stem she sways\\nYet does her yearning gaze\\nFollow the sun-god s rays\\nOver the sea.\\n60", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0068.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "In Bondage\\nUn 3BonC)aoe\\nWhat can it profit a man tho he have the soul of\\na god\\nSunk in the form of a beast, with a senseless simian\\nface\\nWhat can the world perceive of the subtler inward\\ngrace\\nBreathing upon the dust of the coarse clay clod\\nWhat knows the world of me the Me that is\\nprisoned within\\nSeeing only the self that sickens its sensitive eyes\\nHow can it know that this hateful mask hides not\\nthe sneer of Sin,\\nThat this cloak of crass, crude flesh, is a trusty soul s\\ndisguise\\nWhat can I hope to win Which of the gifts men\\nprize\\nWhat can I have or hold of the bounteous boon I\\ncrave\\n61", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0069.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nI, with the coarse stubbed hands, the dull and nar-\\nrow eyes,\\nThe low-browed leer of the brutal, base-born slave\\nWhat can I know of Love? I, with my ape-like\\nface,\\nFrighting the tender trust of the timorous, shrink-\\ning maid,\\nWho, drawn by my deep soul s spell, half-yields to\\nthe soul s embrace\\nThen looks on its hideous mask and trembles and\\nflees dismayed.\\nYet must the soul of fire chained to this cursed clay.\\nGalled by its fetters of flesh, seared with a thousand\\nscars.\\nShriek and struggle and beat its breast on its prison\\nbars\\nThro the night s long dark of despair till the dawn-\\ning of ultimate day,\\nTill the glow of that ultimate dawn transfigure the\\ntortured face\\nAnd the sacred fire within crumble the coarse clay\\nclod,\\n62", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0070.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "To a Singer\\nTill the Soul, breathed on by an unseen, unknown\\nGrace,\\nStripped of its bonds of flesh, stand face to face\\nwith its God\\nXIo a Singer\\nBeneath thy Midas touch life s sullen grays\\nAre thrilled to sudden gold as some far gleam\\nFrom wings of Helios athwart thy dream\\nIrradiates for thee earth s darksome ways.\\nWild woodland voices ripple thro thy lays\\nSweet silvern murmurs from some deep-delled spring,\\nBrook, tree and flower and each insensate thing,\\nThe throstle s call, the calm of sun-steeped days,\\nA glint of sunshine on the swallow s wing.\\nFern-filagrees, the drowsy drone of bee\\nMade drunk with draughts of purple wild-grape wine;\\nAll these Orphean music holds for thee,\\nAnd all thy days and dreams companioning\\nWalks Nature with her hand close-clasped in thine.\\n63", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0071.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dremns\\nBlossom oX Brine\\nMorn and a white sail winging\\nOver the sunlit waves\\nA song on the bree2es ringing\\nUp from the coral caves\\nWhere sea-nymphs, white arms lifting\\nWreaths for the sea-god twine\\nOf the frail foam-flowers drifting\\nOn the wave-crests blossom of brine.\\nNight and a dark rack flying\\nOver the sullen waves\\nA dirge on the night winds sighing\\nUp from the cold sea caves\\nWhere sea-nymphs white arms lifting\\nWreaths for a pall entwine\\nFor a still white face is drifting\\nOn the wave-crest blossom of brine.\\n64", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0072.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "A Meinory\\nB /iDemor^\\nStrange that across the vast of varied years,\\nFraught with hfe s wonted alloy mingled joy\\nand pain\\nSun-kissed with smiles or gloomed with mists of\\ntears,\\nOld memories should wake to life again.\\nOld thoughts and dreams, words breathed by lips\\nlong dumb,\\nSongs sung by voices silent now for aye,\\nLike hosts of speechless spectres thronging cornc\\nDim formless wraiths of each dear vanished day.\\nStrange that a fragment of a life replete,\\nA few brief hours as men measure time,\\nA chapter in life s book, closed now yet vaguely\\nsweet\\nAs odor-laden zephyrs from some far-off clime\\n65", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0073.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nShould drift across my heart while joysome mem-\\nories rise\\nOf golden moments snatched from Arcady,\\nOf silver sails and opal-tinted skies,\\nOf viridescent earth and sapphire sea.\\nOf Lotus-land where pleasure dreamful lies,\\nOf kindred souls responsive each to each.\\nOf thoughts half hidden by deep-tinted eyes\\n(Sweet traitors telling that denied to speech!)\\nThe merest fragment of a life replete,\\nA sun-gleam mid existence s sombre grays.\\nEyes, hands and hearts that for one moment meet\\nIn strange, sweet yearning then divided\\nways.\\nUo /IDaroarct\\nMaiden of varying mood,\\nThalia thou hast wooed,\\nThespis thereafter,\\nTill neath thy lyric sway\\nC6", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0074.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "Regret\\nEach heart must tribute pay\\nTears blent with laughter.\\nSo in the days to be\\nThis do we crave for thee,\\nThrough hfe s hereafter,\\nThroughout the changing years,\\nMay all thy griefs and tears\\nBe blent with laughter.\\nIRegret\\nShimmer of rose and pearl,\\nSheen on an opal sky;\\nDay s crimson banners unfurl,\\nPurple-pleached shadow-gleams die;\\nDawn flowers bourgeoning fair.\\nMeads with the dawn-dews wet;\\nRare is the morn ah, rare!\\nBut in the heart, regret\\nA vague regret.\\nG7", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0075.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nClouds like the scattered snow\\nStippling a sapphire sky;\\nFervor and heat and glow,\\nZephyrs that swoon and die.\\nDrowseth the nooning air\\nOn meads with red poppies set\\nFair is the day ah, fair\\nBut in the heart, regret\\nAnd still regret.\\nFlashes of burning gold.\\nFlushes of crimson light\\nFaint on a waning wold,\\nStealeth the silent night.\\nOne from a casement bar\\nLeaneth with lashes wet.\\nWatching the last wan star\\nFade like a heart s regret\\nA vain regret.\\n68", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0076.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "God Bless Vou, Dear\\n*(5o Bless l^ou, H)ear\\nDear patient face and placid brow,\\nDear lips that smiled despite of pain,\\nBrave toil-worn hands, so helpful now,\\nSweet spirit free from earthly stain.\\nWithin the doorway Mother stands,\\nThe while a merry barefoot lad,\\nAcross the springtime meadow-lands\\nGoes whistling schoolward, blithe and glad\\nAnd where the wathway breasts the hill,\\nI stay my steps and turn to hear\\nHer loving voice, as lingering still,\\nShe calls, Good-bye God bless you, dear.\\nDear patient face and furrowed brow,\\nDear lips that smile thro all life s pain,\\nBrave toil-worn hands, so weary now,\\nSweet soul unmarred by earthly stain.\\nWithin the doorway Mother stands,\\nThe while a man oppressed with care,\\n69", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0077.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nAcross the waning Autumn lands,\\nGoes toil-ward, fain to strive and bear\\nAnd where the pathway breasts the hill,\\nI stay my steps and turn to hear\\nHer trembhng voice, as ling ring still.\\nShe calls, Good-bye God bless you, dear.\\nDear peaceful face and placid brow,\\nDear lips that smile secure from pain,\\nBrave toil-worn hands, soft-folded now,\\nSweet spirit freed from earthly stain.\\nWithin God s portal Mother stands,\\nThe while a man forspent with care\\nSeeketh the far-off meadow-lands.\\nBy faith made strong to strive and bear.\\nAnd as I breast life s weary hill,\\nI ofttimes pause meseems I hear\\nThe well-loved accents breathing still\\nThe old fond prayer, God bless you, dear.\\n70", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0078.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "Roses\\nIRoses\\nWhere leaves the Rose of Yesterday RubMyat.\\nA red rose burns upon his breast\\nWhere erst a white rose lay\\nAbove his fervent heart-throb pressed\\nThe red rose of To-day.\\nWhat recks he of the flower that dies\\n(For roses bloom alway!\\nLow in the dust, forgotten, lies\\nThe rose of Yesterday.\\nBut yet, To-day s red rose must die,\\n(For roses fade alway\\nTo-morrow crushed, forgot, twill lie\\nA rose of Yesterday.\\n71", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0079.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nHbe poet\\nOne fluting on sad wolds Pan s flight left drear,\\nOne crying down the wayward wind of Chance,\\nOne piping unto feet that will not dance\\nAnd mourning unto ears that will not hear.\\nSbplocft\\nCold craft and avarice look from out his eyes,\\nHis face with evil passion marred and seamed,\\nLooks frowningly upon a Christian world.\\nBehind that hateful mask a demon lurks\\nTo urge the narrow soul to darksome deeds\\nOf violence and greed, of hate and ruth.\\nHis God, a God of wrath, a tyrant force\\nTo mete to helpless souls eternal doom\\nA Juggernaut, a hard unsentient power,\\nBut yet less potent than the yellow gold\\n72", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0080.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "Sonnet\\nThose crooked talons clutch, and for the which\\nThe miser Shylock fain would sell his soul.\\nSonnet\\n(To Charles J. O Mai ley.)\\nAs when above orchestral undertone,\\nThe plaining wail of muted violin,\\nThe hushed oboe and the distant din,\\nOf muffled drum or viol s raucous groan\\nSudden arises one pure voice-like tone,\\nA silver trumpet s tongue that stirs the soui\\nTo feel the theme, and the harmonious whole\\nA sonant setting seems for that alone\\nSo, high above earth s murmurous stir and strife,\\nRiseth thy voice in clear enringing song\\nNo minor plaint of dull despairing pain,\\nBut one true note of hope that bids us long\\nFor higher things and all the din of life\\nSeems to subserve the sweetness of thy strain.\\n73", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0081.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nBntitbesis\\nThe poet wrought a song of sadness, fraught\\nWith all the pain the world s sad heart hath\\nproved\\nHe sang of doubt, and dreams that end in naught\\nThen, smiling, turned and kissed the lips he\\nloved.\\nThe poet wrought a song of joyance, thrilled\\nWith all the peace the world s glad heart hath\\nkept\\nHe sang of hope and happy dreams fulfilled\\nThen bent his face upon his hands and wept.\\nHn ^fortune s XTwillabt\\nThe old house totters neath its weight of years,\\nBowed, like the form of him who shelters there,\\nOld, friendless, lone save for the wanton, Care,\\n74", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0082.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "Fate\\nWho flouts him, mocks his grief with gibes and jeers\\nAnd laughs to see his piteous hopes grow fears.\\nNot his the joy of placid, sun-crowned age\\nHis dim eyes falter as he scans the page\\nOf Life s worn album, blotted with his tears.\\nHe sees in dreams the wife he loved long dead\\nThe son once proud to bear his father s name\\nWho mixed his honest blood with dire disgrace\\nThe wayward girl who wrought her father shame\\nHe sits alone with Care the day has fled\\nAnd twilight falls upon the furrowed face.\\nIfate\\nThro countless aeons sunless and remote\\nA Soul went searching for its spirit mate,\\nThro star-stained space, o er wind-swept deep,\\nafloat.\\nForever desolate.\\nAnon, another spirit, lone of heart\\nGoes forth thro voiceless void to seek its mate\\n75", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0083.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nEftsoon they meet, these twain, strike hands\\nand part\\nAnd this is Fate.\\nUbe ipatb ot Dreams\\nBeside the stream that silverly steals on\\nTo swell the song of that far-sounding sea\\nWhich breaks upon the utmost shore of Thought,\\nThey who have drunk at Song s immortal spring\\nWalk with glad feet the upland path of dreams\\nThat whitely winds thro long low-lying lands\\nBy one, yclept the Way of Fools a plain\\nOf dust and ashes and of Dead Sea fruit\\nBut by another called the Path of Hope\\nThat leads far up the slope of heart s desire\\nAnd haply both speak truth for oft the way\\nIs set with stones that tear the climbing feet,\\nAnd oft for roses there is bitter rue.\\nAnd oft for singing there is idle scorn,\\nAnd sneers full oft for smiles. Yet well we know\\nThe upland Path of Dreams that whitely winds\\n76", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0084.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "The Path of Di eams\\n(Yclept or Way of Fools or Path of Hope)\\nLeads upward ever to the Hills of Song\\nBeside the silent stream whose soundless tide\\nSets ever to the unknown tideless sea\\nThey who have drunk of Slumber s poppied draught\\nWalk with unsandalled feet the path of dreams\\nThat winds thro gray, low-lying fields of sleep\\nTo dim dream shores girt with dim spectre-trees,\\nSwayed ever by the sweep of unseen wings,\\nSlow-stirring palms and arabesques of ferns\\nAnd fields of sombre bloom and scentless flowers\\nNot of their wonted hue, but dimly gray,\\nWhere songless birds like shades of shadows flit.\\nAnd silent winds from poppied meadows blow\\nAnd here dear presences to us denied\\nBy sterner Day, approach to cry us hail\\nAnd here a little do we taste the joy\\nOf kisses dreamed on lips forever mute,\\nA little know the bliss of Hope fulfilled.\\nAnd dreams that seem as true as very Truth\\nYet well we know that with the stir of dawn,\\nWaking, we. must return from Sleep s far fields\\n77", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0085.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nBeside the Lethean stream whose soundless tide\\nSets ever to the unknown tideless Sea\\nThat breaks upon the farthest unknown shore\\nThey who have quaffed dark Asrael s mystic draught\\nWalk with still feet the viewless Path of Dreams\\nThat winds thro long, low-lying fields of Sleep\\nTo fields Elysian or Tartarian glooms\\nAnd haply, longed-for presences denied\\nBy sterner Life shall come to cry us hail,\\nBright radiances from realms of light eterne,\\nOr shadows from the shades of awful Dis\\nBut whether here we taste of Hope fulfilled,\\nOr find our dreams are but as drifted dust\\nFrom dark of Dis or realms of Light eterne,\\nFull well we know we shall return no more I\\nBn autumn Souq\\nThe dim sun slips adown the sky\\nThat dies from gold to gray;\\nThe homing birds that Southward fly\\nTo my heart s hailing make reply,\\n78", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0086.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "Vain\\nPiping Good-bye, good-bye!\\nSouthward I turn my wistful eyes,\\nSouthward, where all my treasure lies,\\nWhither the homing sparrow flies,\\nPiping, Good-bye, good-bye\\nThe chill blast sweeps the steely sky\\nThat glooms a sullen gray;\\nSoft summer winds that Southward fly\\nTo my soul s sighing make reply\\nBreathing Good-bye, good-bye!\\nSouthward I turn my longing eyes,\\nSouthward my yearning spirit hies,\\nWhither or bird or zephyr flies\\nSighing Good-bye, good-bye!\\nDain\\nWreath of laurel and crown of bay\\nAnd the noisy trump of Fame,\\nPraise for the singer s deathless lay,\\nAnd a listening world s acclaim.\\n79", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0087.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nBut the singer sits with his grief alone\\nWhere love lies cold and dead.\\nThe plaudits fall on a heart of stone\\nThe Soul of the song has fled.\\nSartor IResartus\\nAh, God be merciful to him who sees\\nThro ermined pomp and pageantry of kings,\\nThro regal mien and beauty s witcheries\\nThe poor, weak, shrivelled soul that crouches hid\\nWithin the body s hold Thrice-cursed is he\\nWhose soul sees souls of others face to face,\\nWho strips the outer man like vestments off\\nAnd views the naked heart in all its shame\\nAnd poverty; who still must rend the veil\\nOf motive, purpose, false humanity\\nAnd futile pretense God to walk this world\\nDoomed still to see what others fain would hide,\\nReading men s thoughts as scholars read the page\\nOf some old language dead to all save them;\\n80", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0088.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "Sartor Resartus\\nSeeing beneath the tender woman flesh,\\nThe woman-grace, the pleading woman-eyes,\\nThe grisly skeleton, the hollow ribs,\\nThe eyeless sockets and the grinning jaw;\\nReading for aye the sneer beneath the smile,\\nThe lie that lurks behind the seeming truth\\nTo know that such, or haply worse, am I,\\nA living lie, false prophet to myself,\\nClothed on with shimmering robes of fallacy\\nAnd vain deceit Ah God, where is the truth\\nAre all men false or lies the fault in me\\nWho, vulture-like, seize only on the taint,\\nAnd leave the pure If haply thus it be\\nIn pity take away the subtle sight\\nThat pierces thought. Give back the old fond faith,\\nThe young belief in all humanity\\nHide from my view the canker in the rose.\\nThe taint in truth, the blight upon the bloom.\\nFar better twere to drink the hemlock draught\\nAnd, happy, deem it nectar than to find\\nThe drop of gall within the nectared cup.\\nFar better trust repaid with treachery\\n81", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0089.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nThan doubt confirmed Ah, Thou all-seeing God\\nWho art the Truth, make me to see the truth\\nLift from my soul the shadow; in the room\\nOf doubt, send trust. Let me believe again;\\nHelp me to see the highest in mankind\\n1inumeC\\nLike to a little child, whose straying feet,\\nTracking the fox-fire s gulling glint and gleam,\\nHave wandered far afield by marsh and stream\\nWhile just before the wavering glimmers fleet\\nOn and still on where sky and meadow meet,\\nTill, spent and fearful in the gathering gloom,\\nAt last he sees the guiding light of home.\\nWhere love awaits and mother-kisses sweet.\\nSo was it mine through fens of doubt to stray\\nPursuing still some fair ephemeron,\\nOr fleeting gleam, or shimmering fallacy.\\nTill through the deepening dusk a beacon shone\\nSet by the hand of Love to light the way\\nO Father, to implicit trust in Thee\\n82", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0090.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "hi the Play\\nTin tbe plap\\nIn a painted Forest of Arden, in the glare of\\nthe garish light,\\nIn doublet and hose, be-powdered and rouged, you\\nsigh to me night by night\\nAttuned to the sway of your cadenced voice, as a\\nharp to the wooing wind,\\n1 thrill at the touch of your painted lips for\\na7n your Rosalind\\nCould you know that my art in seeming was a\\ndearer thing than art.\\nThat the love-words spoken nightly spring straight\\nfrom a loving heart\\nCould you know that my soul speaks to you aye\\nsoul and spirit and mind\\nWhen I gaze deep into your eyes and breathe\\nAnd I ajn your Rosalind\\nTo you tis a vain dissembling a part of the work\\nof the day,\\nS3", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0091.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nAnd the words that your voice makes music, but\\nthe dull, dead lines of the play.\\nLittle you care for the woman you woo, save as a\\nfoil designed.\\nTo prove your skill as a lover yet I am your\\nRosalind\\nI merge in the player, the woman! The actress\\ngood at her art\\nMust needs look well to each glance and tone,\\nmust needs play still her part\\nTho the woman s soul that must else be mute;\\naye soul and spirit and mind\\nCry to your soul in another s words And am\\nyour Rosalind/\\nTLO 16. p. B.\\nImperial as that famed Elizabeth\\nBefore whose feet a knight his cloak cast down\\nA sovereign altho thine only crown\\nLove s roses twine for thee, Elizabeth.\\n84", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0092.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "Through the Park\\nAh, maiden sweeter than morn s nectared breath,\\nAcross thy path no regal robe I fling\\nOnly a living, loving heart I bring\\nTo lay at thy dear feet, Elizabeth.\\nUbrouab tbe Barf?\\nLast night they laid me in my winding sheet,\\nSet burning tapers at my feet and head,\\nDecked me with wan white blossoms faint and\\nsweet,\\nAnd told each other softly, She is dead.\\nAy, dumb and dead! Enshrouded, cold and stark\\nI lay where waned the tawny tapers dim,\\nPulseless and pale; yet thro the dreadful dark\\nI lived in thoughts of him.\\nThe morning came. One who had loved me bent\\nAbove my face with tears and bated breath;\\nLaid on my heart the roses he had sent\\nAnd I was glad of death\\n85", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0093.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nFrail fronds of ferns uncurling,\\nBlue iris flags unfurling,\\nPale showers of blossoms swirling\\nLike clouds of wind-blown snow;\\nWith fragile wildings playing,\\nLike two blithe children maying,\\nAcross the glad meads straying,\\nTogether, dear, we go.\\nThe silver clouds far-drifting.\\nVague lights and shadows shifting,\\nThe sungleams gold-dust sifting\\nDown thro the latticed leaves;\\nGray brooks the meadows lacing,\\nYoung flow rs the uplands gracing,\\nHer faery broidery tracing\\nThe skillful spider weaves.\\n86", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0094.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "The Heights of Silence\\nFrom long, long day-dreams shaken,\\nThe vivid violets waken;\\nHis Southern haunts forsaken,\\nThe bluebird flecks the sky;\\nAh, breath of bloom-bright heather,\\nAh, golden Maytime weather.\\nWe drift in dreams together\\nTogether, you and I.\\nXTbe IbeiGbts ol Silence\\n(Transcribed from The Choir Invisible.\\nAbove the valleys, peopled, fair and warm.\\nRise the bleak, silent uplands where abide\\nWraiths of lost loves, love s recompense denied,\\nUnspoken, unconfessed, unsatisfied\\nCold, silent heights, engirt with zones of storm,\\nWhere Love for aye unmated must abide.\\n87", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0095.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nThe broad, sweet downward vistas of the flesh\\nStretch fair and far; the calm white spirit-height\\nIs lone and chill; there dimly shines the light\\nOf sun and star that burns and beacons bright\\nWhere Sin spreads still her gulling, glitt ring mesh.\\nAh, warm the valley Lone and chill the height 1\\nYet he who wins the height s sublimity\\nThe silent height where loves unlived abide,\\nLoves stainless, sublimated, purified\\nShall glimpse that land, to grosser view denied,\\nWhere love and longing infinite shall be\\nOr ever stilled or ever satisfied.\\nBnDromeba\\nBound ever to a great grey rock of Doom,\\nStriving with futile hands to rive the chain\\nOf woven fear, distrust and subtle pain,\\nWhile gaunt wolf-waves that leap from out the\\ngloom\\n88", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0096.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "Andromeda\\nOf doubt s cold sea are snarling at my feet,\\nAs nearer writhes the dragon of Despair\\nFoul with dank horrors of his caverned lair,\\nAnd like a clock of doom the dark tides beat\\nI lift my eyes; Lo sudden sweeps along\\nThought s empyrean and the vast of dreams\\nOne star-browed, Jove-like, human-orbed; meseems\\nHis feet are winged with music, shod with\\nsong;\\nAh, Perseus, should st thou, pitying, leave the sky\\nTo loose my bonds then all the fear were gone,.\\nSoul touching soul, trust from distrust were won,\\nLike god and goddess fronted, thou and I\\nDespair were slain, closed the unequal strife.\\nThy great soul s strength should make weak pur-\\npose strong,\\nThy hand should lead me up the slopes of Song,\\nThy winged feet guide me to the peaks of Life\\n89", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0097.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nIRequttal\\nWhat tho you loved me once Man s love at best\\nIs but a mood the fancy of an hour,\\nYou held all faith and truth a theme for jest,\\nLove s recompense, a smile. You knew your\\npower.\\nWhat tho you loved me then You went away\\nAnd left my life an arid vv^aste of pain\\nAnd now your best years spent, your idols clay\\nYou stretch imploring arms to me again.\\nWhat tho you love me still What tho you say\\nThe current of your life toward mine is set.\\nAs vagrant stars obey the planets sway,\\nOr perfume clingeth to the violet\\nWhat tho I once loved you See in yon West\\nDay s fires have burned to ashes cold and gray\\n90", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0098.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "Wke7i Fades the Light\\nSo in my quiet heart love s wild unrest\\nBy its own flame consumed, is dead for aye.\\nMben 3fa cs tbe XiQbt\\nWhen fades the light along the western sky,\\nWhen dies the last dim rose to subtlest gray,\\nWhen darkling mere and mead enshadowed lie.\\nAnd Night s wide arms enfold the wearied Day\\nWhen tired lilies ring their vesper bells\\nAnd dusking leaves speak whispered orison,\\nWhen cassocked Twilight breathing benison\\nHis rosary of flashing fireflies tells\\nThen ends the day-long struggle. Strong no more\\nI drift far out on Fancy s phantom sea,\\nSetting full sail for that forbidden shore\\nWhere waiteth Love for me.\\nWhen fades the light from out my dying eyes,\\nAnd soul and sense seem slipping soft away,\\n91", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0099.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nWhen Death s swift shallop launched on Lethe lies\\nWaiting to wing me to the unknown Gray\\nWhen things of time and thought grow strangely dim,\\nAnd the pent spirit strains to loose its bands\\nTill from the fettered feet and helpless hands\\nShall fall life s shackles pitiless and grim\\nThen shall the conflict cease. Enchained no more\\nMy soul shall sail the silent unknown sea\\nUntil it touch the unforbidden shore\\nWhere Love awaiteth me.\\nButterflies\\nAs if a bed of bloom had taken wing\\nBright marigolds, nasturtiums, zinnias gay\\nThey breast the breeze or, lightly poising, cling\\nTo other flowers not animate as they.\\n92", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0100.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "In the Dark Forest\\nHn tbe Darft iForest\\nThe long gray twilight falls and deeper glooms\\nClose round the graying wood that dimmer grows\\nAs dies the Day s last yearning tint of rose,\\nAnd Dusk spins shadows on her eldritch looms.\\nThe black bat flits, the eerie white moth flies\\nWan ghost of yesterday s bright butterfly\\nThe dusking forest pools uplooking lie\\nLike graveless dead men s staring, sightless eyes.\\nAh, eerie, eerie is the lonely wood,\\nBut lo the faeries light their firefly lamps,\\nElusive foxfire flames from marish damps;\\nHastes to the morris-dance an elfin brood;\\nA far bell chimes, the cricket cheerly shrills.\\nThe droning beetle sounds his hoarse bassoon\\nAnd hylas trill; eftsoon the rising moon\\nThe ambient air to molten silver thrills.\\n93", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0101.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nThen all the lyric night is set to song\\nThe cuckoo calls, the plaining whippoorwill\\nCries faint and far away; more distant still\\nThe hoopoe, hid his marshy haunts among,\\nWails with the cry of some lost soul in pain\\nThe nightingale engilds the pulsant dark\\nWith golden-throated melody but hark!\\nThe night-jar s discord mars the perfect strain.\\nThe night wears on, black shadows throng apace,\\nThe wood is still, the moon grows wan and old,\\nWhite marsh-mists wreathe like clammy arms,\\ndeath-cold.\\nAnd moth-wings like dead fingers sweep my face;\\nThe bittern wailing leaves the sombre pool,\\nVoicing the world-old pain that never dies;\\nThe owl with ghoulish laughter outward flies\\nLike some weird Vivien shrieking, Fool!\\nand Fool\\n94", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0102.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "Insatiate\\nUnsatiate\\nWhat though she lieth mute on yonder hill\\nThough ivy green and shadowy eglatere\\nHave held in tender fold through many a year\\nHer quiet grave, I fear her fear her still.\\nHe loved her once. Ay, though he hold me fast\\nAnd sear my lips with kisses burning-sweet,\\nNo touch of mine can make his life replete\\nFor man s first love is oftentimes his last.\\nA still face glimmers through my dreams for aye.\\nE en when I strain him close with feverish grasp\\nWan grave-cold fingers loose the clinging ciasp,\\nAnd grave-cold hps my fervid kisses stay.\\nShe lives incarnate in each flower fair.\\nHer eyes illume the violets in my hand,\\nThe golden-rod that lights the Autumn land\\nSeems but the scattered star-dust of her hair.\\n95", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0103.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "The Path of Dreams\\nLove s perfect flower may never bloom for me\\nFor me his wife. For ah I fear her still\\nWho lies forever mute on yonder hill.\\nHe loved her once. Would God that I were she\\n96", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0104.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0105.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2622", "width": "1707", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0106.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2715", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0107.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS\\nll\\nII i!ll\\nll lilil\u00c2\u00bbi|l|\\n937 ny 9", "height": "2752", "width": "1790", "jp2-path": "pathofdreamspoem00gilt_0108.jp2"}}