{"1": {"fulltext": "I", "height": "3651", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "41\\nLibrary of Congress.\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.\\nChap\\n:7^/A22\\nShelf _-\\n9_4or-\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ~~/36 T", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "u", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "THE\\nSHADOW WORSHIPER\\nOTHER POEMS\\nBY\\nFRANK LEE BENEDICT\\nI seek only\\nThat which all seek, some human sympathy\\nIn this mysterious island.\\nNEW YORK\\nJ.S. JIEDFIELD, 34 BEEKMAN STREET\\n185 7", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "V\\nb\\nEntered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1866, by\\nJ. S. REDFIELD,\\nin t e Clerk s Olfice of tlie District Court of the United States, for the\\nSouthern District of New York.\\nP BI NTED B T\\nJSlitDarU 3enkin\u00c2\u00bb,\\n88 Frankfort St., N. Y.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "I gcbicate l^is hook\\nTO MY PARENTS ON EARTH\\nMY SISTER I N HEAVEN,\\nFlorence, Italy, 1856.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "PREFACE.\\nWithout for a moment fancying that any endorsement is\\nnecessary for the poems contained in this volume, or dream-\\ning that mine would be important if it were, I am about to\\nassume, perhaps on my own acquaintance with the public, to\\nintroduce a new aspirant for its favors.\\nSome five or six years ago Peterson s Ladies National\\nMagazine, of which I was co-editor, became the recipient of\\nseveral poems and stories sent anonymous, which not only\\nattracted our attention but became exceedingly popular\\namong a large class of intelligent readers. There was some-\\nthing fresh and original in these papers in strong contrast\\nwith the majority of communications with which our period-\\nicals are inundated. They wanted finish and that compact-\\nness of construction which is the art of literature, but natu-\\nral vigor and high imagination was there, and for some two\\nor three years the articles that came to our pages from this\\nsource were considered among the gems of the magazine.\\n(V)", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "VI PEEFACE.\\nIt is seldom that an editor is troubled with much curiosity\\nabout contributors, but in this instance some pains were\\ntaken to trace out the author of these sketches, because\\nthey held forth a promise of future literary strength worth\\nregarding, and possessed proofs of imagination, erratic and\\nuntamed, but of no ordinary power.\\nOur enquiries resulted somewhat to our surprise, when it was\\nascertained that the author of these sketches was a mere lad,\\nnot over sixteen years of age, whose home was in the Wyom-\\ning Yalley, and whose tastes for literature had thus early led\\nhim into print, unknown, even to his nearest friends. But\\nthere is nothing in precocious genius to admire. The pro-\\nductions of this youth gave no evidence of this unhealthy\\nstate of mind, they were too irregular and impulsive for that,\\nbut they gave ample proofs of original thought struggling to\\nfind that perfect utterance which study and practice alone can\\ngive, and from month to month we watched with no usual\\ninterest, the development of a talent that established its health-\\nfulness by improving step by step with his years.\\nMore than two years ago his usual contributions were\\nmissed from our pages, and upon enquiry it was ascertained\\nthat the young author had gone abroad, and after making\\nthe usual European tour, was alternating his residence be-\\ntween Rome and Florence.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "PEEFACE. Vll\\nA few months since he returned, and in his father s residence\\nin the Valley of Wyoming, gathered up the scattered poems\\nwhich had naturally sprung out from a rapidly-developing\\nmind in his travels among the ruins of the Old World, with\\nthat desire for publicity which follows an original thought*\\njust as naturally as a rosebud thirsts for the sunbeams which\\nwill unclose one by one the blushing leaves in its folded\\nheart. It is the natural wish of a painter to have his pic-\\ntures seen, and just as natural is it, that the poet should be\\nin haste to place his pen sketches in the galleries of human\\nappreciation. If these poems are imperfect it is the inevita-\\nble result of inexperience, it is a want of art rather than a\\nwant of that genius which in the end controls art. If it is\\nobjected that they are put before the world too soon on the\\nsame principle all Raphael s early pictures, which were at\\nfirst only rich in a great promise, should be swept away from\\nthe galleries they adorn.\\nThe author of these poems is but just of legal age his\\nliterary studies have been the promptings of his own mind,\\ncarried on in the early part in secresy, and unaided at any\\ntime either by literary friendships or example. Even his\\nname is now introduced to the public for the first time, and\\nthat rather under advice than from his own wish.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "\\\\ail PREFACE.\\nIf, in a kindly desire to present him to the public, anything\\nlike assumption on my part is presumed, 1 only hope this\\nfault will be as gently handled by the critics as my other im-\\nperfections have been and that, in this respect, the author\\nof these poems wiU have as much cause for gratitude as\\nAmerica has always given me.\\nANN S. STEPHENS.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WOESHIPEK\\nfart\\nSCENE I.\\nAN ANCIENT ROOM SUNSET.\\nArnold and the Boy.\\nARNOLD.\\nDraw back the curtain, Boy.\\nBOY.\\nThe Sun is set\\nYet no he rouses from that passing trance,\\nAnd will not yield him to the hungry clouds\\nThat compass him about with greedy eyes.\\nGreat shores of gold are in the widening West,\\nThe glimpses of a continent unseen,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "10 THE SHADOW WOESHIPER.\\nWhose seas roll crimson to the Far Beyond,\\nAnd swell the tide to broad Eternity.\\nARNOLD.\\nHow often I have watched the Sun die out,\\nWith warrior-fierceness to the very last,\\nTrailing his garments with a regal pride,\\nA golden radiance on his pallid brow.\\nAnd mists of purple dimness wreathed above\\nThe herd of clouds that once a servile throng.\\nPressed back to spread his mantle o er the earth.\\nNow rush like ravening wolves upon his couch.\\nAnd feast their gaze upon his dying throes.\\nIt is the fate of Greatness, gentle Boy!\\nString me some pretty morals on the theme.\\nBOY.\\nI have no quaint conceits, such as you clasp,\\nLike pearls upon the bracelet of your speech.\\nIVe known you gild a common Summer day\\nAs thick with similes as the sky with stars,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WOESHIPER. H\\nAnd on it think no more than stars of shining,\\nBut now our sky grows dim the Sun is gone.\\nARNOLD.\\nAnd sexton Twilight comes to bury Day.\\nHe spreads a pall fantastic o er the dead,\\nAnd summons out the stars to mourn her funeral.\\nThe glory dies along that distant verge,\\nAnd these same stars come forth with jeweled\\nbrows.\\nHow can they paint Aurora s child a king\\nIt is the tale of Clytie and the Sun\\nHis kisses warm her pale cheek into red,\\nAnd while the hours flee on with rainbow gauds,\\nHer brow at first so white beneath its crown,\\nIs flushed with strange, unnatural crimson.\\nShe doffs the bashfulness of early morn\\nTliat made her hide reluctant ncath the clouds,\\nAnd, baring to his gaze her heaving breast,\\nShe clasps him to her passionate bosom.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "12 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nHer breath comes hot, she pours her treasures out,\\nAnd fam would melt the globe as one vast pearl,\\nAnd give it him to quaif.\\nBOY.\\nWhat strange conceits\\nARNOLD.\\nWit did not teach such gifts, but weariness.\\nBOY.\\nHow would you paint the Night\\nARNOLD.\\nA dusk- eyed Youth\\nThat loved the Day, and comes in search of her\\nSending his watchful stars to hunt the world.\\nAnd bring him tidings of her whereabouts.\\nBOY.\\nI cannot see why change the course of things,\\nAnd make the Day a queen, and the calm Night\\nA youth grown pale with watching for his love.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 13\\nARNOLD.\\nBecause Diana was a woman, Boy\\nBe sure Diana ne er had loved the Night,\\nHad not the Night been young Endymion.\\nBOY.\\nI watched her stealing o er the hill last eve\\nBut if your creed be sooth, he mourned the Day,\\nAnd strove, the infidel to distance her\\nFor swift as Dian with her courtiers trode,\\nPale neath her anguish down the Western sky,\\nNight from her presence in his anger fled,\\nAnd left her lone in sad magnificence.\\nShe leaned her forehead gainst a heap of clouds.\\nAs if it pained her neath its jeweled weight,\\nWhile all the stars stood round with wondering\\neyes.\\nTo see a queen quake like a peasant girl.\\nARNOLD.\\nThy fancy hath out-distanced mine Good night.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "14 THE SHADOW WOKSHIPER.\\nBOY.\\nSome say that he is mad, and some a poet\\nBut he is mournful, and I pity him.\\n\\\\Exit.]", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 15\\nSCENK II.\\nARNOLD S CHAMBER TIME, MIDNIO-HT.\\nArnold, alone, standing at a window.\\nThe moon is up a few stars watch the Night,\\nTo see he follow not the love-sick queen\\nWho holds her tempting shoulder out in play.\\nBe earnest in the pretty sport, Night\\nPress close upon her though she be so coy,\\nBring clouds like blots above her innocence\\nThe practised way of this old world, brave Night\\nHow oft such wearing vigils have I kept,\\nWhile every star held out a flaming torch\\nBy whose pale light I saw my wretchedness.\\nMy life hath been a fever of dull pain,\\nAnd I the maddest of those striving souls\\nWho fling their peace away and woo a fiend.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "16 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nMy childhood passed in dim, foreboding dreams,\\nAnd when I put Youth s glowing mantle oh,\\nIt fell around me like a burning pain.\\nMy hopes arose like eagles to the clouds,\\nI built me up proud palaces of Joy,\\nAnd lit their splendor with my visions blaze\\nI drank from every goblet Pleasure gave,\\nWhere bubbles foamed like gems on sea-nymphs\\nbrows\\nI tried all things and found all w4:iolly vain,\\nAnd yet the shape that lured is not appeased.\\nAll, all, this course of sin, this flight of Thought,\\nLike meteors through the chaos of the Mind,\\nCame from stern struggles for a being lost,\\nFrom consciousness of life in other worlds.\\nExistence on my soul was forced, not sought,\\nHas never had nor does deserve my thanks.\\nI know not where my former home hath been\\nThere is a star whose gleams burn in my heart,\\nI deem the planet of my destiny.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 17\\nI ve called the winds of midnight up for speech,\\nHowled unto the silent grave for knowledge,\\nAnd been the slave of suffering but in vain.\\nThe skies are mute, that star a ruined world.\\nAnd when its dissolution s giant throes\\nBroke through the realms of space illimitable.\\nMy soul was stranded on this lurid shore.\\nAnd left to suffer for those myriads lost.\\nVague shapes rise disconnected mid the gloom,\\nPale ghosts like those that roam on Lethe s shore\\nSometimes they hush themselves to rest, and then,\\nI think to hear a plunge beneath the wave,\\nBut while I look they rouse them from that trance,\\nAnd come to walk with me again.\\nThose phantoms gather in the sudden gloom,\\nThat star bends nearer and those white lips smile.\\nWhile voices mutter wildly in mine ear.\\nAs when I lay upon that fever-couch,\\nAnd rode upon the wings of madness off I", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "18 THE SHADOW WORSHIPEE.\\nThey shall not thus unman me I am strong,\\nAnd will not yield me to the fearful spell.\\nThey closer come there is no moon no stars\\nThat ruined world gleams spectral on my sight,\\nAnd swings in flame. My brain my brain tis\\ncrushed!\\n[All s OLD falls senseless.]", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 19\\nSCENE III.\\nTHE SAME\u00e2\u0080\u0094 TIME, SUNRISE.\\nArnold and the Boy.\\nArnold lies on a couch.\\nBoy, what is the hour\\nBOY.\\nMorning yet is young\\nThe Sun just rising from a rosy bed,\\nWhile clouds stand round as beautiful as dreams,\\nAnd blush as if ashamed to meet the day.\\nThis world is glorious almost like Heaven\\nSometimes I hear the waiting seraphs sing,\\nAnd do but listen that you may hear them too.\\nUp goes the Sun the waiting clouds fall back,\\nAnd spread their pinions for the Eastward flight\\nThe sky one curtain vast of blue and gold,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "20 THE vSHADOW WORSHIPEE.\\nFloats down o er pillared stairs, where angels\\ntread,\\nAnd flash their brightness on this lower world.\\nARXOLD.\\n0, dreaming Boy thou art all poetry\\nThou wert the child of Music and the Morn.\\nBOY.\\nIf so. I had at least good parentage\\nBut tell me, are you better since last eve\\nARNOLD.\\nHave I been ill I do remember now\\nAnd yet its fever seems no more unreal\\nThan all this loathsome life s wild fantasies.\\nMy soul within this watch has been afar\\nI have bestrode the nightmare of a dream,\\nAnd rode upon its wings through earth and hell\\nHave looked on sights to make a demon quail,\\nAnd then some form of mystic loveliness,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 21\\nRushed by intoxicate with pleasure s draught,\\nAnd smoothed the crisping tissues of my brain.\\nSleep stood aloof with finger on her lip,\\nAnd dropped her balm on every heart but mine\\nAnd when from importunity she came,\\nShe held a brace of visions in her hand,\\nAnd shook them threatening at my pillow.\\nThe hours rushed shrieking on with hair disheveled,\\nAnd moaning wails and sobbing rain of tears.\\nThe elements were all at war with earth,\\nAnd thunders shook it to the very base.\\nThe dead awoke, caught up their mouldering\\nshrouds,\\nAnd burst their coffin lids with bony hands,\\nAnd scared the earth again. Men died around\\nAnd puny infants waxed to giant might,\\nThrottling the very sires that gave them life.\\nFools grasped at sceptres, idiots grinned on\\nthrones\\nMen caught whole empires in their Titan grasp,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "22 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nAnd hurled them into sudden nothingness,\\nAnd all was desolation and a wreck,\\nAnd I the ruling minister of ill.\\nThen comes a blank, where memory is mute\\nMy soul reviewed its vanished home, perchance,\\nAnd trod the ashes of a desert world.\\nBut when the second vision on me burst.\\nThe earth entire was one vast charnel-house,\\nAnd I the burier of all its dead.\\nCorpses in ghastly heaps where er I turned\\nThey spoke, they grinned, they rotted, and they\\ncrawled,\\nAnd loathsome things crept in and out the bones.\\nAnd pressed their festering kisses on my hands.\\nI dug the graves within that fearful watch.\\nBut when I sought to lay the dead therein,\\nThey crumbled dust-like in my loathing touch,\\nAnd glued themselves to earth and deathliness\\nAnd when I d flung the vile heaps in the ground,\\nThey broke the clay, and all began again.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 23\\nI toiled, and sickened the only living thing,\\nExcept the worms, that kept me company.\\nIt passed at length, I could endure no more\\nAnd Sleep called off her twin delirium dogs,\\nAnd left me spent upon my pillow.\\nBOY.\\nHow gladly must you waken to the Sun,\\nAnd come to life once more.\\nARNOLD.\\nI have no Sun\\nThe Morning ne er will break upon me here\\nA sable curtain is around my soul,\\nAnd Grief has like the lightning pierced it through,\\nKeality is more hideous than those dreams.\\nBOY.\\nAwake The arch of heaven is grand with day\\nThe Sun has roused his brightest glories up.\\nAnd all the stars, if melted into one,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "24 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nCould never mock this glow within the room.\\nTis Summer s birthmorn Spring died yesterday.\\nARNOLD.\\nPoor fool she loved the fickle Earth too well,\\nAnd bloomed herself to death to win a smile\\nAnd Nature laughing o er a new-born child,\\nHas quite forgot to give the corse a tomb.\\nThe dame will weary of this bantling soon,\\nSo woo the light to kiss her to the grave\\nAnd then bear Autumn with her golden hair\\nThen she and Time will have another incest,\\nAnd bring forth icy Winter.\\nBOY.\\nBitter thought\\nTo me it seems the Spring is Summer s mother\\nShe, making all things ready for her child,\\nLies gladly down, and yields her span of life,\\nTo leave the earth a goodly heritage.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 25\\nARNOLD.\\nMy thought looks noisome by the side of thino\\nAh, simny-hearted child, I see the gleam\\nOf cherub-pinions mid thy radiant hair\\nFor thou hast been a gentle teacher, Boy\\nWhence come such subtile lessons in the heart\\nI am reproved before thy purity.\\nBOY.\\nI make thee glad Then let me see thee smile\\nBecause each smile we bring to others lips,\\nThe unseen watchers gather as our own,\\nAnd weave them into garlands for our crown,\\nARNOLD.\\nI ll smile until they weary twining them\\nThere shall be few in heaven with crowns like\\nthine.\\nBOY.\\nWhy wilt thou not go forth from this dull haunt\\nThese heavy curtains cast a pall-like gloom,\\nThe shadows lie so deep, I freeze therein.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "26 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nI know of sunny dingles, fair to see,\\nAnd breezy meadows where the violets grow,\\nAnd singing brooks whose every tone shall chase\\nSome heart-grief. Come, and I will be thy guide\\nWe ll sit and let the pleasant sounds creep by,\\nUntil our souls all full with calm content.\\nShall blossom like the flowers. The world is fair,\\nAnd I shall force thee to acknowledge it.\\nThe sighing wind hath stores of healing balm,\\nThe twittering birch leaves melodies of joy,\\nAnd aught that lives its meed of happiness.\\nARNOLD.\\nAnd I had mine, perchance, but wasted it.\\nBOY.\\nThou lt find it in the woods, if anywhere\\nEarth flings her treasures in the forest s lap\\nWe ll ask the speaking fays, if they have seen it.\\nCome to the woods and wait I know their haunts", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 27\\nAnd when we see the sunbeams stealing down\\nThe only shade their elvan footsteps cast,\\nWe ll kneel and say, Give back our happiness.\\nWilt go\\nARNOLD.\\nWith thee to point me out the way.\\nBOY.\\nLook through the casement on that pine-crowned\\nhill,\\nWhose winding paths are bathed so deep in light,\\nThe haunted forest just beyond it lies.\\nARNOLD.\\nWhat would st thou treat me to a ghost tale,\\nthen\\nIn faith thou look st not like a seer.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "28 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nBOY, sings softly.\\nI.\\nHaunted with holy things,\\nHaunted with sweet\\nHaunted with Nature s tones,\\nNature s still feet.\\nHaunted with holy thoughts,\\nBrighter than day\\nLike the touch of an angel.\\nThey brush grief away.\\nII.\\nHaunted with gentle dreams,\\nThat there have slept\\nFrom the heart of Eve-mother,\\nLike sunbeams they ve crept.\\nShe went up to heaven,\\nAnd left them behind,\\nA prize for her children,\\nWho search them shall find.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 29\\nSCENE IV.\\nA F O RE S T: S UN S E T.\\nArnold aiid the Boy.\\nBoy, seated, weaving a wreath.\\nLook now, my garland s done I ll weave no more.\\nWhite as the wild-wood blossoms that they twined,\\nThose fingers have been ilying in and out,\\nLike butterflies that kiss in May-buds hearts.\\nI love to see them at this dainty work.\\nBOY.\\nThey so love to do it Is t not pleasant now\\nThis kissing wind hath given thee a color\\nThy cheeks are tell-tales, like these roses here.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "30 THE SHADOW WOKSHIPEE.\\nI said that we should fill with calm content,\\nAs flowers with the dew But the light is going.\\nARNOLD.\\nI see a bright thought in those beaming eyes.\\nBOY.\\nDay goes to whisper at the gates of Bliss,\\nAnd give what she may have to give of hope.\\nMark how her garments stream along the vault,\\nAnd thou shalt see ere she is wholly gone\\nTheir edge is bound with stars. Send up a prayer;\\nThou lt find it afterward in Paradise.\\nI pity those who never pray.\\nARNOLD.\\nStrange boy,\\nAnd why\\nBOY.\\nThey ll be so much alone in Heaven\\nFor prayers are wings to bear us softly up", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WOKSHIPER. 31\\nTo the Eternal Gates, and taking hues\\nToo bright for earth, be first to greet us there.\\nThe day is almost gone.\\nARNOLD.\\nAnd night comes on,\\nTo cloak the guilt of man s excess.\\nBOY.\\nBe still I\\nNo word of bitterness in such an hour\\nThe fairies do not like it, and I think\\nSome spirit, too, is floating by Lo you,\\nThat glorious sunbeam.\\nARNOLD.\\nThey re near thee ever\\nFor Heaven hath few such holy treasures, Boy,\\nAs thy young heart.\\nBOY.\\nThe wind is growing chill,\\nWe must away. We ll seek this haunt again,\\nI know it wins that sad heart from its woes.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "82 THE SHADOW WOESHIPEE.\\nArnold, pausing on the brow of the hill.\\nA goodly scene The valley fair outstretched\\nIn many a wild and picturesque change\\nBelow the towering peaks that lock it in,\\nLike offerings flung beneath a tyrant s feet.\\nThe hazy river winds its mist between,\\nA bright isle dancing on its passive heave,\\nLike some enchanted thing that s wandered far,\\nAnd lost from Eastern realms in this bleak clime.\\nGreat belfs of trees shut out the restless world\\nBeyond that mount which rises proudly up\\nWith a stern grandeur in its regal mien,\\nAs if it kept the lesser crags in awe.\\nAnd made that vale its own sweet paramour.\\nDim groves where Indian maidens dreamed of yore.\\nAnd pastures with the scent of clover there,\\nAnd hamlets nestled in and out like doves,\\nMake up a scene that s like Arcadia.\\nThis haunt hath been for Dryads in old time,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WOKSHIPER. 83\\nAnd Fauns have danced within these woodland\\nbowers.\\nE en Heaven itself bends near this greenwood dell,\\nThat seems as if it had been hollowed out\\nTo make a cup for Pan. Here should be calm\\nAnd here methinks this weary heart might rest,\\nIf but the valley clods lay over it.\\nAh, happy child, that this has been thy home\\nNo marvel if such purity s within.\\nFor, this thy dwelling-place, is near to Heaven.\\nMen here should have no petty thoughts and aims,\\nLike pent-up dwellers of great towns below\\nTheir souls should catch a hue from this fair spot,\\nAnd swell with greatness far beyond their clay.\\nBOY.\\nSee how the moonbeams play upon that cross,\\nAnd gild it with their kisses. We are near,\\nShall we go in and bov/ before the shrine\\nThe Holy Mary s\\n2", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "34 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nARNOLD.\\nI can worship here\\nIt needs no priest between the sonl and God.\\nBOY.\\nSee how those shrouded forms steal slowly on\\nThey look within the churchyard-dim like ghosts\\nUnquiet thoughts have startled from their rest.\\nARNOLD.\\nBy this strange thrill a spirit passes near\\nThat has a secret sympathy with mine.\\nThine eyes are like young eagles look again,\\nAnd see that shape which treads behind the throng\\nWith more than human majesty and pride.\\nBOY.\\nAy, it is she the stranger of the isle\\nShe wears the likeness of an Eastern queen.\\nARNOLD.\\nWhich in the gleaming row of purpled dolls", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WOKSHIPER. 35\\nBOY.\\nPalmyra s lioii-liearted child that trode\\nA queen, though sceptreless, behind her foe.\\nHer forehead hath the arch of royalty\\nIf Night himself had wove her plume-like hair,\\nTwere not more ebon, and the orbs beneath\\nMight govern worlds with but a single glance\\nYet moves she with a dreamy, thoughtful air,\\nAs she had lost her soul and come to search it.\\nI know that she has roved from some far clime.\\nAnd pineth here companionless and lone,\\nHer eyes all melancholy, her lips all pride.\\nPerhaps she was a Pleiad like the lost.\\nAnd loved a son of clay, gave for his sake\\nThe heritage of Heaven. The mortal stole\\nHer radiant plumage once upon a time.\\nSo flew away and ne er came back again.\\nARNOLD.\\nSpeak on those lips drop manna on my soul", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "36 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nIf that which I have seen while thou didst talk,\\nBe dajdig-ht and no dream, thou art my saviour.\\nBOY.\\nI know no more of her than I have said\\nIf thou wouldst have an earthly simile,\\nA queen, if more, of unknown worlds the empress.\\nThis haunt hath lured her steps as it did thine,\\nAdown the valley s sweep behold her home.\\nARNOLD.\\ntell me more of her mimic her words.\\nDescribe her air, her voice, her height, her mien I\\nSpeak quick be not a miser of thy words.\\nBOY.\\nWhy, what tarantula hath stung thee now\\n1 am no exorcist.\\nARNOLD.\\nTiny-lived thing,\\nThou canst not know the tempest thou hast\\nraised", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 87\\nThou art like a child that handled thunderbolts\\nAnd deemed them playthings. Stay that careless\\nhand,\\nLest in the sport it dash a world to ruin.\\nBOY.\\nI d like the feel of those stern ministers,\\nBut fate is not in human hands so well.\\nFor we should mar the harmony of things.\\nAnd so break through the even course of spheres.\\nCelestial Jove could ne er build up again.\\nARNOLD.\\nDare not the clouds like some erratic comet,\\nCome down to lesser music than the spheres,\\nI like thee not in mctaph^^sics, Boy,\\nNow for thy liege, the new Zenobia.\\nBOY.\\nThy speech is like a ring\\\\ its endings meet.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "38 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nARNOLD.\\nBe thou the voyager to journey round,\\nBut in the fashion of these modern times,\\nSpeed on thy journey, for I burn to hear.\\nBOY.\\nHer favorite haunt that isle the lulling waves\\nBear up as if an infant on their breast\\nShe whiles the hours away from morn to eve\\nAnd lets the moon glide down and find her there.\\nI think she and the Night have mysteries\\nShe sitteth like Egeria in her grot,\\nAnd he steals unto her, another Numa.\\nTis at the isle s extreme where willow trees\\nLike fountains -spray droop down their waving\\nplumes.\\nAnd silvery birch exulting in their strength,\\nAnd giant oaks and sycamores stand round,\\nLike ghosts of sentinels that watched the spot,\\nWhen in this vale War stayed his chariot-wheels.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 39\\nA wild path neath the tangled willows leads,\\nWhere mosaics rare of many-colored sands\\nMake flooring fit for Neptune s palaces.\\nThe waves creep on enamored of the dell,\\nThe very winds sleep on its scented breast,\\nToo indolent to sing the tnrf is smooth\\nAs elf-sprites there had flung their choicest woofs,\\nAnd lay discoursing like our gossip dames.\\nCome let us listen to their rare conceits,\\nGlean knowledge philosophers have toiled to learn.\\nThese ministers of earth are kind to teach.\\nIf we but paused amid the world to hear.\\nBut by its singing we could name each star.\\nAnd hPove the Hours bend round us like young\\nmaids\\nBut our chained souls grope lowly in the dust.\\nAnd stain their robes too thick with mud to soar.\\nBut will you in now, for it waxes late.\\nThe very stars are laughing at our folly.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "40 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nARNOLD.\\nA blessed chance hath brought me here, fair child,\\nAnd thou shalt lead me to another life.\\nGrood night, my callow seraph.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WOESHIPER. 41\\nSCENE V.\\nTHE ISLAND\\nARNOLD lying on a green bank.\\nThis is the spot No wonder that she loves\\nThe greenwood haunt some muse hath done so\\ntoo.\\nJust such a dell as this where Venus led\\nThe youth Anchises to a nuptial couch.\\nLo she comes [alethe approaches.]\\nBrighter far than day she breaks upon me,\\nIt is the very likeness of my dream\\nMy fingers know those silken tresses feel,\\nM}^ mouth those rich lips virgin taste\\nThose eyes have looked into my soul ere now.\\nAnd read its thoughts as schoolmen read a book.\\nI know that we have met and loved before\\nIn some far world of which this is the shadow\\n2*", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "42 THE SHADOW WOKSHIPER.\\nHave stood together on the verge of stars,\\nAnd looked adown the mysteries of Hades,\\nThrougli orbs to which this eartli the threshold is\\nThough we have lost the wings that bore us on,\\nAnd may not pass tlie starry gates again,\\nSave through the gloomy portals of the grave\\nWhich hem the narrow bounds of mortals here.\\n[alethe starts hacli, and then approaches.]\\nI deemed the spot Calypso s isle, and lo,\\nThe nymph.\\nALETHE.\\nA very poet, by this liglit\\nI know thee, thou art Sir Melancholy,\\nThat chants strange dirges fit for requiems.\\nAnd those eyes are sad as funeral torches.\\nARNOLD.\\nBut at your bidding I will change my mien.\\nAnd be Telemachus unto your nymphship.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 43\\nALETHE.\\nAnd who shall be the Mentor Fate\\nARNOLD.\\nNot so!\\nWe ll force her eyes to close and have no Mentor.\\nALETHE.\\nHow much I like thy plan tis bold enough\\nTo be the scheming of a mad man s brain.\\nBut how begin An epic hath a prologue,\\nRunning through a book of storm and tempest.\\nARNOLD.\\nThe storms have passed, the Heavens now are\\nclear.\\nALETHE.\\nThen live the dream in which Titania sports\\nThis grot is mine, a bright, enchanted isle.\\nThat magic arts have moored beneath these hills.\\nWhat dost thou, mortal, in this fairy haunt", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "44 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nARNOLD, [Imeelwg.]\\nBehold the veriest slave wHhiii thy realm,\\nWho kneels in deep submission at thy feet.\\nALETHE.\\nWhere there be sundry scores of snails and drones.\\nWith other things that love a sluggish life\\nAnd now I look, there goes a lady-bird.\\nPoising its wings as if it loved to live.\\nARNOLD.\\nMy soul has flung its wings beneath thy feet\\nBe merciful, and do not tread on them.\\nALETHE.\\nNot I but lay them on the topmost shelf\\nAVithin my cabinet, they are gossamer\\nAll poet s wings are such. But now thy tale.\\nARNOLD.\\nIt is already told, and for the Past,\\nIt were a dream unprofitable to hear", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WOESHIPER. 45\\nI d rather warm me in the sunshine now,\\nAnd whisper of the thing I shall become.\\nALETHE.\\nTime shall chronicle it most faithfully,\\nSo spare thyself the pain. But here I stand,\\nAnd string my homilies without a text\\nArt thou a poet and hast none to give\\nARNOLD.\\nIf I may speak.\\nALETHE.\\nThose eyes look treacherous now\\nBe mute, and list this gallant butterfly,\\nA true court-messenger from Fairy-land.\\nARNOLD.\\nI am in Fairy-land, so will not heed.\\nWhile I am free to gaze upon that face,\\nAnd con its mysteries.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "46 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nALETHE.\\nWhat readest thou there\\nARNOLD.\\nFamiliar uuto painfulness its secrets are,\\nThey sting my soul with oklen memories.\\nFor I have sunned me in that smile before,\\nThe beams of those dear eyes have in my spirit\\nlain,\\nAnd spring from their captivity to meet\\nTheir sisterhood of glances.\\nALETHE.\\nCease, I pray,\\nLest I float from thee on this sparkling stream\\nOf flatteries. Come, we ll be an hour gay.\\nAnd seek us out the fairies emerald ring.\\nBut when upon that rock the errant Sun\\nShall kiss his last adieu then kiss again,\\nAs lovers turn a hundred times to go.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 47\\nAnd still a hundred other times returu,\\nTo add a parting word they think forgot,\\nBut which resolves itself into a sigh\\nThat lets the heart out better far than speech,\\nThen will we sit and talk of sterner things.\\nARNOLD.\\nGive me thy hand I ll borrow for this time\\nThe gilded pinions of yon butterfly.\\nALETHE.\\nThe plumage of this lady-bird be mine,\\nSo trip it to the low wind s measure on\\nI d sing, but with this piping breeze in tunc,\\nMy voice would sound too sharp.\\nNow note the time\\nThe Sun just lingers o er the blushing peak.\\nHe is so loath to go mark you those kisses\\nARNOLD.\\nI do not like to look at sights like that\\nI am envious of others happiness\\nI have it in my reach and dare not grasp.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "48 THE SHADOAV WORSHIPER.\\nALETIIE.\\nThe wind plays faint like an old minstrel tired,\\nAnd look at that poor rock so cold and lone\\nI pity it.\\nARXOLD.\\nThy pity has no price\\nIt has been loved it needs no other boon.\\nAmid the gulfs of Poom thou lt find one soul\\nMore wretched than the rest it ne er was loved\\nIn all Eternity s drear pulseless hush,\\nThere is no destiny that s such a curse.\\nALETHE.\\nEnd we our revels with that lonesome thought\\nSit down with me upon this mossy bank,\\nAnd let the twilight shroud that lofty brow,\\nWhich seems the temple-home of gorgeous dreams.\\nI lack a name by which to call thee\\nARNOLD.\\nx\\\\rnold.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 49\\nALETHE.\\nMusical and sweet, we ll add a title,\\nFor this empery of ours must have its lords\\nSo kneel and take thine honors at our hands\\nHenceforth in this good realm, thou art Count\\nArnold.\\nARNOLD, [kneeling.]\\nThe very proudest king in Christendom\\nCould not so honor me as thou hast done\\nV\\\\l kiss allegiance on that rose-tinged hand,\\nALETHE.\\nThe humblest of my subjects Wouldst thou\\ndare\\nARNOLD.\\nWith but the touch of it I should go mad,\\nAnd in my fit dash down the world of joy,\\nThe last day s heavy laden round hath built.\\nAngels have each a name, and which is thine?", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "50 THE SHADOW WOKSHIPER.\\nALETIIE.\\nCall mc Alctlie, its cadence suits this time.\\nARNOLD.\\nThe name be of thy choosing I could speak\\nSuch passionate poesies, if I dare,\\nThat Night would fairly startle at the flash,\\nAnd stay his tread, thinking the Day had waked.\\nALETHE.\\nWhither is gone thy passing joyousness\\nAlas, the butterfly has claimed its wings.\\nI said we d talk on sterner themes, but if\\nThey move thee tlius, we ll back to gaiety.\\nWhat of the life that s spent\\nARNOLD.\\nI have had none,\\nSave in a world above this cloud-wrapped earth.\\nStrange gleams of an existence that is gone,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 51\\nHave haunted mc as fever visions do\\nA sick man s couch, and sometimes in their pomp,\\nScenes from that far-off home my hand could\\npaint,\\nThey burst in such magnificence upon me.\\nRare palaces, like nought on earth, are there.\\nWith gardens like the bowers young Adam loved\\nThe high-arched heavens bending grand o er all,\\nNot misty with a wrapping of blue clouds,\\nBut in the glory of their presence bared.\\nA face is with me like a dream of hope,\\nA face that wears thy likeness I We twain stand\\nUpon the threshold of that upper world.\\nAnd gaze with dread on dazzling heights above,\\nSome with a fadeless rose-tint on their sides.\\nAnd some with awful whiteness girt about\\nLike shadows from the great Eternal s throne.\\nThe stranded gulf of fire boils up* below\\nGreat jets of flame shoot up like monstrous tower\\nAnd lurid blazes spread away as clouds.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "52 THE SHADOW WORSHIPEK.\\nBeyond there is destruction and a wreck\\nThat perfect world is peopled with the dead,\\nAnd thou and I alone within that orb\\nWhich has become a waste. Then looms a blank,\\nAnd coward Memory will answer nought.\\nI woke to consciousness upon this earth,\\nUnlike the race whose semblance I have worn.\\nSince then, I have been mad with many ills,\\nAnd cannot name the worst have roved the\\nworld,\\nAnd walked the earth in pain from zone to zone.\\nI am so young a score of Summers lie\\nWith all their rosy circlets on my brow,\\nBut every bud had withered ere it bloomed.\\nThy words have wakened all my wretchedness\\nI rouse as fr\u00c2\u00a9m a trance thy tones were sweet\\nAs whisperings from above.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 53\\nARNOLD.\\nThou, too, hast known\\nThe same wild longings, and the same mad want;\\nHast felt the sum of ills that make my curse\\nALETHE.\\nI, too, have loved the Unattainable\\nHave worn my life away in one vain dream,\\nAnd put the man-god s poisoned mantle on.\\nSo wear his added woes abo^e mine own.\\nWe were so gay one little hour since\\nWhy hast thou roused these demons of the mind,\\nThat we are powerless to exorcise.\\nCall up thy smiles, we ll back to gaiety.\\nARNOLD.\\nWhate er thou wilt, I can but follow thee.\\nALETHE.\\nI fain would have another elvan bout.\\nBut yield to lesser fays. Night steals along,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "54 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nAnd eyes us both askance miscliievoiis Night!\\nThat cheek is pale, thou art not for these vigils.\\nDismiss our court, Sir Herald now I mean,\\nBid you that glow-worm put his lantern in\\nHe is the little type of little men,\\nAnd thinks his blaze illuminates a world,\\nBurning his petty inch as proud as they\\nTheir rush-lights do. Now thou and I must part.\\nARNOLD.\\nWhat, dash this brilliant world to dust, and grope\\nAmid a gloom grown deeper than before\\nALETHE.\\nNo live in the great palace of thy dreams,\\nUntil we meet again. I summon thee\\nTo oft appear at this our court, take heed\\nI must not grow awear}^ of thy loss.\\nAnd come with no fixed mood, I hate all rules\\nPrepare to do my bidding be a fay,-", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 65\\nA butterfly, or what I will. Again,\\nGood niglit, fair Count Arnold.\\nARNOLD.\\nA thousand times\\nFarewell Thou goest, but thine image rests,\\nI linger here, but all my heart has fled\\nI count no hours until the morrow s dawn.\\nThere is but leaden heaviness and pain.\\nMy soul has tears, but not a word to give.\\nThy lips have smiles, and hold them back.\\nFarewell\\nI ve learned the sadness in that word to-night.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "56 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nSCENK VI.\\nARNOLD S CHAMBER.\\nArnold and the Boy.\\nARNOLD enters.\\nMy Boy, what brings thee here at such an hour\\nWhy, summery thing, sweet music s own, awake\\nI thought thou wert in Elf-land ere this time.\\nHad oped the gate of dreams, and dwelt with\\nfays.\\nMy little sunbeam up thy count is lost\\nThou shouldst but shine when Day is beautiful.\\nBOY.\\nChide not I am so sad, and thou art sad.\\nAnd so I came that we might join our griefs.\\nARNOLD.\\nThou sad, the term s a contradiction, Boy\\nThou and the traitor Grief could ne er be joined", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 57\\nThe poles, with this great bantling Earth be-\\ntween,\\nAre not more widely separate. Tell thy woe\\nDid not thy roses open to the morn.\\nOr has a crimson blossom lost its red\\nThou st lipped it, truant, till its scent and hue\\nSit kissing on those humid lips of thine.\\nBOY.\\nI have not looked on aught that s bright this day\\n0, sir, a pallid ghost has walked with me,\\nAnd locked my hand in his, nor let it go.\\nMy only pet the snowy fawn is dead.\\nARNOLD.\\nHath Death the heart to crave thy treasures, Boyl\\nThou and thy fawn were twins in innocence\\nSo oft I ve watched your gambols neath the hill.\\nPoor little bud, it is thy dawn of woe,\\n8", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "68 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nThy dismal waking to the fearful woe,\\nThat thou art only mortal like the rest.\\nAnd thou wilt live to bury all thy fawns,\\nFor holy thoughts are thus best symboled\\nBeside their graves thou lt think upon these tears,\\nAnd pray again to shed them, but in vain.\\nBOY.\\nIts large brown eyes were such deep wells of love\\nThey whispered of the forest dells and glades,\\nAnd I could scent the forest-buds and flowers\\nWhene er I looked within. It loved the Sun\\nI hate to have it put beneath the ground\\nI have no mate I ne er shall play again.\\nThere was a language in those eyes I read,\\nMore sweet because it spoke with me alone.\\nARNOLD.\\nMine artless child, thine elegy is grand\\nSleep in my arms and weave a knot of dreams,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WOKSHIPER. 59\\nI ll fling the garland neath the feet of one\\nWhose favorite food hath been such lotus\\ndraughts.\\nBOY.\\nSoothe me with visions, such as thou canst chain,\\nAnd sleep upon their sunny wings will come\\nTo the soft wooings of their rhymed music.\\nARNOLD.\\nI have drained my story-casket, Boy,\\nAnd thou hast conned its choicest treasures o er.\\nBut if thou wilt, look neath the lid again.\\nI know a mystic legend, wild and drear,\\nShall soothe thy grief from its strange fearful-\\nness\\nThe romance of the student Arenon.\\nBOY.\\nThe very name hath mystic meaning in t", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "60 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nI am oppressed as wlien the air sinks down,\\nAnd gives ns token of the eoming* storm.\\nHe had watehed within liis eliamber,\\nTill the morning- stars grew dim.\\nHe had watelied. and he \\\\vdd waited,\\nFor sleep was not with him.\\nThe Student Arenon was weary,\\nThe Student Arenon was sad.\\nFor much of poring ov(M tomes\\nHad made him ahnost mad.\\nThere was no color on his cheek,\\nNo brightness in his eyes\\nThey were as dull as stagnant pools.\\nWhere sunshine never lies.\\nHis trembling hands had grown so thin,\\nThat you could see between", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 61\\n0, there was little left to please\\nIn the Student s careworn mien.\\nHe had lived within his chamber,\\nHad fed upon its rust,\\nTill his brow was full of wrinkles,.\\nHis mantle full of dust.\\nHe had conned forbidden books,\\nHad learned mysterious lore\\nLife s innocence and purity\\nWere gone forever more.\\nHis nails had grown like talons long.\\nHis locks were thin and gray\\nAnd worse than all, the Student grim.\\nHad quite forgot to pray.\\nHe knew the spell to conjure up\\nThe blackest fiend that is,\\nAnd every ill that wisdom heaps,\\nHe claimed to be all his.\\nHe never loved a living thing,\\nNor living thing loved him", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "62 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nThe stars at eve looked never bright,\\nHis sight had grown so dim.\\nHis fingers clasped the mighty tomes\\nThat were so black and quaint,\\nAnd such a sight he grew to be.\\nNo human tongue could paint.\\nHe sometimes heard the church-bells ring,\\nAnd wondered what it meant,\\nIt was so long to mass or prayer,\\nSince he, the sinner, went.\\nMen shuddered but to speak his name.\\nAnd quaked to pass the door.\\nAnd never living thing went through\\nThe dust his threshold o er.\\nAnd mothers oft, to still a child.\\nWould speak his name but low,\\nThen glance around in fear and dread,\\nIf he were near to know.\\n0, I might talk a twelvemonth yet.\\nAnd never tell a third,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 63\\nOf wondrous things that men had known,\\nAnd more that they had heard.\\nIf but the wmd did hap to blow,\\nThey thought it was his frown\\nAnd if a steeple chanced to fall.\\nHis nod had brought it down.\\nThey said that demons dwelt with him,\\nAnd filled each vacant chair.\\nAnd sure it was that mortal man\\nHad never yet sat there.\\nSometimes they heard the rafters creak.\\nAs never rafters should\\nThe fiends had come to claim his soul.\\nAs come at length they would.\\nBut when they passed the house again.\\nThe lamp shone through, as then.\\nAnd so the Student lived and toiled,\\nA marvel unto men.\\nFull threescore years, and even more,\\nHis weary race had run.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "64 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nAnd still the lamp burned fresh and red,\\nAs when it first begun.\\nThe sires that shuddered but to speak,\\nAnd quaked to hear his name,\\nHad lain themselves within the grave,\\nTheir children did the same.\\nThe infants waxed to tottering age,\\nAnd pressed the funeral bier\\nAnd still the Student lived and worked,\\nAs if no death were near.\\nO God, it was a sight to see,\\nThat worn and hardened man,\\nWhose life had w^andered through its course,\\nAnd dwindled to a span\\nSo grim and gray, all bent with years,\\nHis fingers lean and cold.\\nThat never once at church or shrine.\\nHis aves or beads had told.\\nPale Death himself stood near and gazed,\\nHe could not look nor heed,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 65\\nBut coldly motioned him away,\\nHe would not fill his meed.\\nAnd Death would go and come again,\\nBut find him as before\\nThe self same aspect still was his,\\nThe self-same mantle wore.\\nIf that worn wretch had known a jest,\\nHe sure had spoke it then\\nHe heeded not the phantom more\\nThan we do common men.\\nHis books had grown so old and black,\\nHe scarce could read therein,\\nSo he began the loathsome task\\nTo write their tales of sin.\\nDeath in a rage the great tomes seized,\\nAnd flung them at the wight\\nSo thick and black with dust were they,\\nThey crumbled in their flight.\\nThe student sat unmoved and calm.\\nAnd busy as before,\\n8*", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "6Q THE SHADOW WOKSHIPER.\\nWhile stood the death-fiend grim and stern\\nAnd eyed him evermore.\\nHe wrote and wrote, the night was dark,\\nNo stars were in the sky\\nThe student toiled amid the gloom,\\nAnd Death stood laughing by.\\nThe rain sobbed past, scared by the sound,\\nFast fled its pattering feet.\\nThe air was full of worldly tears\\nThey re harsh and frozen sleet\\nThe lightnings played as if in sport,\\nThe thunders rocked the earth,\\nThe student heeded nothing more,\\nThan sounds of glee and mirth.\\nDeath raised the wight and bound him fast,\\nThe victim could not stir\\nHe called a fearful demon up,\\nTo be his minister.\\nWhen morning broke the storm was past,\\nThe winds their rage had spent", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 67\\nAnd pale with fear and gossip tales,\\nMen shuddering came and went.\\nThe lamp was out within that room,\\nAnd it was seen no more\\nThe tranquil light shone in that cell,\\nAs ne er it shone before.\\nHe vanished thus and left no trace\\nOf sin or life behind\\nThey only saw a phantom face\\nPass wavering on the wind.\\nArt sleeping, Boy thy very breath is hushed*\\nBOY.\\nI listen to the legend is that all\\nARNOLD.\\nWhat wouldst thou have since fiends have claimed\\ntheir own\\nI think we re safe to leave him in their hands.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "68 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nBOY.\\nHe never prayed, thou may st be sure of that\\nPrayers lift the soul and fright the fiends below.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 69\\nSCENE VII.\\nArnold and Alethe.\\nARNOLD.\\nWhat store of riches generous Nature hath,\\nThat all her lavish wealth is ne er consumed.\\nALETHE.\\nShe sends each hour of these June days out\\nLike gilded butterflies the very winds\\nHave learned new melodies, whose flow will steal\\nThe inmost sweetness of young Summer s heart.\\nI think that e en the skies have grown more bright,\\nThat summer birds sing sweeter than of old,\\nAs if this quiet haunt were nearer peace\\nThan that cold world without.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "70 THE SHADOW WOESHIPER.\\nARNOLD.\\nIt well may be\\nThe shades that angels seek are sanctified\\nThy presence brightens thus this charmed retreat.\\nALETHE.\\nWhat talked we of anon\\nARNOLD.\\nOf Eden s bliss.\\nALETHE.\\nYou jest.\\nARNOLD.\\nAt least twas of its bliss I thought,\\nWhat other theme were worthy of the time\\nMethinks that Eve was with the young Day born,\\nThat then had freshness on her crimson robes\\nWhich this stern chase of centuries has dimmed.\\nHow must her eyes have wandered from her bliss,\\nThat stood beside her in proud Adam s guise.\\nTo all the newness of that living dawn.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 71\\nHow must the Hours have worshiped at her feet,\\nLike willing vassals of a queen new crowned,\\nAnd spent the richness of their dying breath\\nWith loud diapasons of joy. When Night came.\\nHow clung she trembling to the young world s\\nking,\\nAs if in dread it were some ravisher.\\nTo drag her weeping from her consort s side.\\nTis empty folly all I like it not,\\nNor mimic weak men s credence e en in jest.\\nNature and Eve are one the indivisible\\nShe rests her forehead on the mountain peak.\\nFolds up her hands along the vallies brim.\\nHer cloud-like tresses floating o er her eyes^\\nWhere all the secrets of a world are kept.\\nGreat mother, mysterious Agency\\nTo thee my boon of prayer I offer still,\\nFor I have loved thee^ Nature, mid the diil\\nOf crowds and strife of their tumultuous jar\\nHave sat with thee on highest mountain tops,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "72 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nAnd talked in midnights lone, while gross men\\ndreamed\\nWithin the sweat of foul desire below\\nThou here our queen, and more perchance hereafter.\\nALETHE.\\nDost thou believe\\nARNOLD.\\nBelieve I know that once\\nAmid Eternity s unbeating watch,\\nIn Hades gloom a bright form stepped,\\nAnd broke the count of ghosts that moaned below\\nShe dropped a rainbow down from Paradise,\\nThe boon of Hope ringed o er with dumb suspense\\nAnd sometime there shall clasp the widening\\nband,\\nAnd dash despair with all its shackles off,\\nAnd draw that rainbow with its host to Heaven.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 73\\nALETHE.\\nThe isle enchanted on its mooring* rocks\\nThese abstruse questionings of good and ill\\nSuit not its holiday trappings. Here is peace\\nThe skirts of Day have amaranthine bloom,\\nSit still and pluck the fruitage as it falls.\\nARNOLD.\\nToo high above my mortal reach grow fruits\\nThat I would pluck.\\nALETHE.\\nHush, hush, I ll sing thee still,\\nAnd if this dulcet wind but cease to try\\nThe sweetness of its practised voice with mine,\\nI ll weave the tissues of a light romance\\nList to the tale of Lady Rosalind.\\nARNOLD.\\nI listen hark, the wind grows faint, then loud,\\nThen quavers upward with unequal tone,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "74 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nAs if it strove to find a sweeter key,\\nWherein to breathe responses to thy song.\\nALETHE,\\nThy lips drop similes as pearls I ll weave\\nBright chaplets of them when I wear such gems.\\nARNOLD.\\nThey were too pale beneath thine eyes dear light,\\nElse would I coin my inmost heart in smiles\\nTo shine upon that brow. But come, the tale\\nALETHE.\\nI thought thine own tones had enamored thee,\\nAnd so was mute.\\nARNOLD.\\nFear not I prove Narcissus,\\nFor I am like the mortals of old time\\nThat came to worship goddesses.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 75\\nALETHE.\\nNow list\\nThese pretty sweets will sicken me of mine.\\nARNOLD.\\nDost tire of such Then give them me again,\\nFor had I flung the evening stars themselves,\\nI should not think the gift worth half so much\\nAs one poor smile flung off so carelessly.\\nALETHE.\\nI see thou wilt not heed my tale farewell\\nI ll go and hum it gently to the waves.\\nARNOLD.\\nReturn I feed upon thy faltering words,\\nFret like a child that hath a store of sweets,\\nAnd none will ope the comfits at his need\\nEach moment tedious till thy tale commence,\\nAs evenings wasted in the dark alone.\\nThe very winds have stayed their music tread,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "76 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nThe hours entranced will e en forget to flee,\\nAnd all the world stand still to listen here.\\nNow make this bank thy carpet and thy throne,\\nThis sweet clematis twining o er the elm,\\nUntil its droopings make a fairy bower.\\nShall shield us in its leafy shadows still,\\nAnd thou shalt mark the blossoms whiter grow,\\nAnd seek to pearl to fairness like thy brow.\\nAnd lose the sweetness of their perfumed hearts\\nIn stealing softer fragrance from thine own.\\nALETHE.\\nAnd now for Lad^^ Rosalind.\\nARNOLD.\\nI am\\nAll eyes Last night each part of me was dead\\nSave memory now all is gone but sight.\\nAnd I shall catch the sunbeams from those orbs\\nUntil I grow a blind man with the rest.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 77\\n[alethe sings.^\\nThe Lady Rosalind was weary\\nOf banquet-room and hall\\nGloom darkened o er the battlements,\\nAnd cast its shroud on all.\\nThe Lady Rosalind was weary,\\nIn sooth she knew not why\\nBut pleasant things no longer pleased\\nThe fancy or the eye.\\nThe Lady knew not Joy or Love,\\nAlthough she was a bride\\nBut truth to say with married dames,\\nThey sit not side by side.\\nShe left her smiles in every heart\\nWhene er it was her mood\\nAnd then she walked a very nun,\\nIn rosary and hood.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "78 THE SHADOW WOESHIPER.\\nHer Lord looked like the ghost of Years,\\nHe was so old and grim\\n0, hers were dainty limbs be sure\\nTo lie by side of him.\\nHe slept before the Winter hearth,\\nAnd dozed the Summer time,\\nAnd so the Lady s youth wore on,\\nLike roses in their prime.\\nIt was an irksome thing to him\\nThat she should look so bright\\nAnd from her veins he fain had poured\\nThe wine of Youth s delight.\\nThe Lady Rosalind was proud.\\nShe had no need of speech\\nHer glance could scorch his craven heart.\\nBeyond where words might reach.\\nShe ruled some hearts with kindly tones,\\nAnd some with bitter scorn", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 79\\nBut to her Lord wore mien as cold\\nAs if from marble born.\\nThey said it was a dainty sight\\nHer little hands to see\\nAnd well the poor might bless their work\\nIn doles of charity.\\nThe Lady Eosalind was weary,\\nSo weary of those things\\nAnd used to sit the live long day,\\nAnd wish that she had wings.\\nAnd when the Summer came again\\nShe was the Summer s child\\nIt pained the good queen s heart to see\\nShe neither laughed nor smiled.\\nHer bright hands smoothed the auburn hair,\\nAnd kissed those lips and eyes\\nAnd strove to calm her wild unrest\\nWith gold and treasuries.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "80 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nShe vowed an isle from Eastern realms,\\nWith stores of spice and balm,\\nShould anchor in this Northern clime\\nWhen winds and skies grew calm.\\nThe Lady Rosalind was glad,\\nShe sought the world again,\\nAnd called her host of vassals up\\nTo homage in her train.\\nShe danced in halls and tourneys bright,\\nAnd sang for very glee\\nHer lord stood bj^ the pleasant while,\\nA shadow grim was he.\\nAnd then she vanished from their sight,\\nAs sunset from the West,\\nAnd sought that fair, enchanted Isle,\\nA crownless queen to rest.\\nShe counted pebbles in the brook,\\nAnd as she gazed on them,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 81\\nThe Summer flashed a bright glance down-\\nEach kindled to a gem.\\nThe blossoms that she plucked for wreaths\\nSeemed never meant to fade\\ntruth to say, that Isle was fair,\\nIn sunlit dell and glade.\\nThe Moon came down to talk awhile,\\nHer feet with silence bound\\nAnd as they laughed and roamed in glee,\\nThe stars would dance around.\\nThe waters told of hidden grots\\nFor they must steal near too\\nWhere mermaids waved their sea-green locks,\\nAnd Nerieds might woo.\\nThe foam-wreaths lay along the shore,\\nLike garlands of the sea\\nA twisted band of pearls and surf,\\nHer coronals to be.\\n4", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "82 THE SHADOW WOKSHIPER.\\nIt was as if the sea nymphs wove\\nThese wreaths of snowy flowers,\\nBecause they thought their king would bear\\nAn earth queen to their bowers.\\nAnd oft she heard them sing below,\\nAnd longed to be with them,\\nAs they carved a throne of coral reef,\\nThere seat one living gem.\\nThe stars sang out like cherubs young,\\nThe winds like minstrels played\\n0, never haunt was half so fair.\\nAs that of Summer s maid.\\nShe took no note of human things,\\nShe lived not by their ties\\nBut slept or danced as was her mood.\\nAs sunbeams sink or rise.\\nShe ate no dross of earthly food,\\nBut feasted with the fays", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 83\\nWho came or went as she might bid,\\nFor they had learned Iier ways.\\nTlie tiny sprites were dancing girls,\\nAnd taught their measures fleet\\nAnd when she moved tlieir monarch played\\nA tone-wi-eatli soft and sweet.\\nA god came down to sit with her,\\nHe looked like Summer s son\\nJove when he wooed an earthly maid\\nWas such another one.\\nThree happy days they counted o er.\\nAnd then the vision past\\nThe Lady fell a maddened thing.\\nShe was awake at last\\nThere was no aid, she could but moan,\\nIn vain she sought to pray\\nThe Fates had pointed fingers stern,\\nAnd drove the Dream away.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "84 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nShe hid her face before tlie god,\\nNor looked liis eyes within\\nGood spirits aided Rosalind,\\nShe could not stoop to sin.\\nShe hurried from the sunlight s glare,\\nIt only crazed her now\\nAnd madly she unclasped the wreath\\nOf kisses from her brow.\\nShe sought the caves and lonely groves,\\nWith sobs when she would pray\\nBut that with earthly sights must pass,\\nThough sin would last alwa3^\\nShe passed afar from earthly ken.\\nAnd she was seen no more\\nThough oft the whispering waves and breeze\\nWould tell her story o er\\nAnd search for her through dell and grot,\\nAnd call upon her name", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 85\\nAnd ask the nif^ht to speak of her,\\nThe silence was the same.\\nShe trod no more the Enchanted Isle,\\nNor played with Sun or Wind\\nThis is the mournful clironicle\\nOf Lady Rosalind.\\nARNOLD.\\nWho taught thee that I understand it not\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThere is some hidden meaning in the tale.\\nThy cheek is white, which at the first did glow\\nThine eyes are like two suns, whose light is out\\nWhat means this change Speak, though the\\nwords should kill,\\nAnd I will bless thee mid their crushing fall.\\nALKTHE.\\nArnold.\\nARNOLD.\\nThat is my name, it should be speak", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "86 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\n0, pause not thus to measure out thy words,\\nNor torture me by holding back my pain.\\nMy Arnold\\nALETHE.\\nARNOLD.\\nThy Yoice hath lost its music\\nOnce with such tenderness it spoke that name,\\nMy heart s emotions on its flow went out.\\nLike trained birds to meet their master s call.\\nALETHE.\\nI cannot tell thee, all my words are gone\\nI have none left to syllable my woe.\\nAh, turn those eyes away, and leave me here\\nSo let me die unburied and unknown\\nThe sighing winds my requiem sliall cliant.\\nThe sea-waves moan like pitying spirits near,\\nAnd none shall know my fate, none care to know.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 87\\nARNOLD.\\nThen bear me speak, for in my heaving soul\\nThe rush of madness, like a wave foams up\\nI see that cheek, it has a frenzied glow\\nThy waning strength is spent, and thou art faint\\nBeneath this passion-earthquake in its might.\\nThose eyes wild gleam, that bosom s swell Be\\nmine\\nAnd thus it is I claim thee.\\n[Rushes toward her.]\\nALETHE.\\nMadman off I\\nI have a spell to smite thee where thou stand est.\\nARNOLD.\\nThou lovest me, for I read it in thy mien,\\nIt sparkles in thine eyes, glows on thy cheek,\\nFloats among thy loose tresses. Ah, be mine\\nOaths, bonds, and vows that men as sacred hold,\\nOr nuptials breathed in Nature s ear alone,\\nAught that thou wilt, I offer take thy choice.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "88 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nALETHE.\\nPeace I They forced a choice on me long ago.\\nARNOLD.\\nI do not understand thee.\\nALETHE,\\nBut thou wilt\\nThis mouth has known the taste of bearded lips,\\nThe pulses of this breast been in a leash.\\nBehold I am the Lady Rosalind.\\nARNOLD.\\nI did not comprehend thee, speak again\\nThere is a strange oppression on my brain,\\nA leaden stupor where my heart sliould be.\\nALETHE.\\nMy Arnold, say thou art not going mad.\\nARNOLD.\\nMethought one spoke my name it was a dream\\nIf not a dream, the voice of shuddering ghosts\\nThat wait like servants in pale frenzy s train.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WOHSHIPER. 89\\nA LETHE.\\nHear me, dear Arnold, for sweet mercy s sake I\\nARNOLD.\\nThou talkest of things grown loathsome to mine\\near\\nI move amid the dead, they are my mates\\nAll lusty men and blooming maidens once,\\nAnd some were gentle babes that suckled still\\nWell, all are gone now. Heaven rest their souls I\\nALETHE.\\nArt thou distraught I am indeed ill-starred,\\nIf this great curse be thine. Come to thyself,\\nSpeak as of old, nor shroud thy startling words\\nBeneath this vail of horrid imagery.\\nARNOLD.\\nI have been mad, I think turn where I would,\\nA sight of corpses, gravelights, mattocks foul\\nThy tones have brought me back to consciousness.\\nThere is one thought within, one huge desire,\\n4*", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "90 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nAVhich is itself become a world complete.\\nThe taste of those rare lips I fain would know,\\nThe clasp of those white arms, then let us fall,\\nExulting martyrs to the God adored.\\nALETHE.\\nAlas, our little bud of hope ne er bloomed\\nTwo children culling heart s-ease on a grave,\\nThe blossoms faded from us unaware,\\nAnd we were plucking at a dead man s shroud.\\nARNOLD.\\nAnd has that phantom overtaken thee\\nGrope mid its gloom with ghosts for company.\\nAnd take its dead for lovers if thou wilt,\\nFor them reject companionship on high.\\nALETHE, [flying.]\\nFarewell I I cannot trust myself nor thee\\nPoor crownless queen of throne and rank despoiled,\\nThine own heart with the traitors.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 91\\nSCENK VIII.\\nAlethe and Zillah.\\nZILLAH.\\nArt weary, madam\\nALETHE.\\nMy brain is tired, nurse.\\nZILLAH.\\nThat comes of thought and wanderings on that\\nisle,\\nEnough to make one die ten thousand deaths.\\nIn faith, thou trippest over hill and dale.\\nAs one that has been born a mountaineer.\\nTis sheer midsummer madness, lady mine\\nThe saints forgive that robe is white with dews,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "92 THE SHAUOAV WORSHIPER.\\nThey border it like pearls that wealth of hair\\nIs damp, as if with perfumes. What hast tliou,\\nTo stare so wildly with a look so wan,\\nLike one that sees a ghost.\\nALETHE.\\nAnd so I do\\nThe ghost of my departed Youth, good nurse\\nShe walks beside me, puts her hand in mine,\\nAnd questions sadly of her happiness.\\nZILLAH.\\nMadam\\nALETHE.\\nHeed not, I did but dream aloud.\\nZILLAH.\\nWilt thou not sleep\\nALETHE.\\nDo thou sleep, good Zillah\\nI hold a watch to-night.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 93\\nZILLAH.\\nI ll watch with thee.\\nALETHE.\\nLeave me, I have no need of company.\\nSo many vigils I have kept, and sat\\nThe last stars out, still marveling they should\\nguard\\nTheir pallid brightness to the lowest verge\\nThat sweeps in light adown the nether world.\\nZILLAH.\\nI fear my lady mistress is not well.\\nALETHE.\\nI know thy lady mistress is not ill\\nI have some humors, tis a woman s way\\nBe sure thou cross them not, all shall be well\\nThat is not ill beyond redemption here.\\nZILLAH.\\nNow please the saints, that last can never be\\nWe dwell within a world of hope.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "94 THE SHADOW WOESHIPER.\\nALETHE.\\nHeed not\\nI do but gratify my humor. Zillah,\\nMy nurse, am I not gay\\nZILLAH.\\nWith edged jests,\\nAs one who drinks valerian till it craze.\\nALETHE.\\nThat was the draught how quick thou art of\\nwit I\\nDo madmen answer for their deeds\\nZILLAH.\\nAlack I\\nNot they, but fiends who prompt.\\nALETHE.\\nThen I am mad\\nRemember that, and if anon as one\\nWho drains the chalice of Remorse I droop,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 95\\nCome in thy charity to whisper it,\\nAnd I will bless thee, ZiHah, for the thought.\\nZILLAH.\\nOn thy brain that mass of hair weighs heavily,\\nThe feel of those damp robes is cold and chill.\\nI shall array thee for thine evening rest,\\nAs I was wont to do when thou a child,\\nA bright and wayward thing like opening May,\\nDidst sleep upon my breast. I knew the beat\\nOf every pulse within thy bosom then.\\nBut they are strangely altered in their tones\\nSince I have held their countings in my hands.\\nHushed by wild tales.\\nALETHE.\\nSo skilled in legend lore\\nThou wcrt How many midnights we have\\nwatched\\nBeside the hearth whose dying embers crept\\nLike ghosts along the pictured walls, and I,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "96 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nClose to thy side, would quite expect to see\\nThe ghouls that always filled thy rede start up,\\nAnd drag us like some princess and her nurse,\\nTo be the slaves of Eblis.\\nZILLAH.\\nThat is o er I\\nALETHE.\\nAnd one of us, at least, has learned to serve\\nThe dusky king without the aid of ghouls,\\nSave such as swelter in the heart and wake\\nLike monsters nursed in altar-fonts.\\nZILLAH.\\nI weep\\nTo think of all our bliss within the haunts\\nOur rushing stream along, ere thee they dragged\\nForth from thy covert like some timid dove.\\nI ve heard thee sing until thy tones were like\\nA chorused flock of birds whose summer throats\\nAre lined with sunbeams. But I hear no more\\nSuch music where thy wealth of glee-bursts now", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 97\\nALETHE,\\nAll gone, and lost beneath a billowed sea,\\nWhose every wave rolls up a living moan,\\nAnd will not sink again. Doom caught the flock\\nOf bird-notes thou didst love and grasped their\\nwings\\nTill summer songs grew lamentations drear.\\nI am no more the simple child thou st known,\\nI am become a stranger to myself\\nIn very deed I m Lady Rosalind.\\nZILLAH.\\nThe Lady Rosalind, what riddle s here 1\\nALETHE siting.\\nAnd when the Summer came again,\\nShe was the Summer s child\\nIt grieved the good queen s heart to see\\nShe neither laughed nor smiled.\\nShe trod no more the Enchanted Isle,\\nNor played with Sun or Wind", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "98 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nThis is the mournful chronicle\\nOf the Lady Rosalind.\\nNurse mine, good night.\\nZILLAH.\\nAgain, saints guard thee, sweet\\nGood night, good night. [Exit.]\\nALETHE.\\nAnd so the last one goes I\\nI would not call her back nor would I claim\\nThe flight of rainbow hopes that Sorrow s dawn\\nHas heralded. I need none now, nor should\\nI know their brightness if they spanned the arch,\\nBut think them potents dire and curse them back.\\nBe thou my nurse, Sleep hush me to rest\\nBut babble not old tales, thou must not grow.\\nSweet nurse, a gossip, for I know the smell\\nOf poppies on thy vohe, tliey re poisoned scents\\nTo me my brain is dizzied neath their dreams.\\nAnd now for thought For thought, said I? no,\\nI meant to banish every boding fear.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 99\\nAh, shall I never see the daylight clear ag-ain,\\nNor quench this thirst unnatural evermore\\nOne way there is where soft the sunshine lies,\\nWhere founts from which the blest have drank foam\\nbrig?it\\nBut once dark Circe s palaces within,\\nAYhere lead the labyrinths I shall tread Be still\\nSpurn petty laws made but for petty men,\\nLeap o er the mountains Fate has interposed,\\nAnd claim the sweetness of the Promised Land.\\nSnatch at the glory of that magic draught,\\nSo strong twould make a world intoxicate,\\nSo sweet man lost his birthright long ago\\nIts Lethean drops to taste, whose essence leaves\\nOne face on earth, one sight where er we turn,\\nA loneliness in Heaven if that be not,\\nA paradise in Hell should that be there.\\nEve drank with Lucifer she was the first\\nThe angels with the daughters she brought forth.\\nAnd I with thee, my Arnold.\\nLofC.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "100 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nf art II.\\nSCENK I.\\nA FESTIVE H ALL.\\nArnold, Villiars and Guests.\\nARNOLD.\\nRefill your cups and count the moments flight\\nBy beaded foam-gems on their sides. How now!\\nWhat silent madness hath o ertaken all\\nVILLIARS.\\nWe are us men b}^ lightning stricken blind\\nGems on the star-wreathed bowls ne er glowed\\nso bright,\\nAs coruscations of such sparkling wit\\nUpon those lips of thine they drop spear points.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 101\\nAKNOLD.\\nThen what a wealth of garlands thou canst make\\nThey ll be no sharper to the touch than most\\nEarth-diadems.\\nVILLIARS.\\nHast worn one that thou speakest\\nSo glibly of such consecrated things\\nARNOLD.\\nHow many fools have worn a crown, Life\\nHath coronals she offers all, while men\\nAre but the idiots that she wills them be.\\nWilt hear a tale\\nVILLIARS.\\nThy lips bloom romances\\nWith such a relish strange they re sweet to me\\nAs drops wherewith our Bacchus feeds us. Speak I\\nThose gaping fools will never heed they re wrapt.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "102 THE SHADOW WORSHIPEK.\\nARNOLD.\\nAy, in the worthless mantle of their own\\nIgnoble passions I say, refill the cups\\nAll hail, a toast, a toast\\nVILLIARS.\\nThou lookest so mad\\nI know thy speech will cut too deep Bid me\\nGive out the toast.\\nARNOLD.\\nThen speak it merrily.\\nVILLIARS.\\nPile up the beakers with a crown of foam\\nWe go beyond tlie royal Bacchanal and drain\\nThe wealth of sumless diadems. E,eady all,\\nMy moiiarchs of a moment\\nGUESTS.\\nWe are ready.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 103\\nThen drink your kingdoms.\\nARNOLD.\\nSurest way to keep\\nPossession I And the toast\\nVILLI ARS,\\nIs wine and woman.\\nARNOLD.\\nSince Fate has cursed them once, what need again?\\nVILLIARS.\\nNought ever suits thy humor 1 have known\\nThose lips ask sunsliine, then its coming curse.\\nI ve heard thou wert a marvelous poet once,\\nAnd I have read wild dreamings of thy brain.\\nThat was before thou grewest a reveler\\nAnd took to feasting. By this light, thou art\\nAs changeable as bubbles on the sea", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "104 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nTo shape of this thy present mood, be sure\\nThe next shall be most opposite. The tale,\\nOf which Life s varied phantoms doth it treat\\nARNOLD.\\nOur talk was of those fools who wear a crown,\\nAnd then I thought of one who grasped at all\\nThe visions of a diadem that came.\\nVILLIARS.\\nHe must have had an itch to be a king.\\nARNOLD.\\nIn faith twas that.\\nVILLIARS.\\nSo then he was no prince\\nARNOLD.\\nMad men are princes all.\\nVILLIARo.\\nTiiea I d be mad.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WOKSHIPER. 105\\nARNOLD.\\nI see the sweep of thy gross thoughts they run\\nOn sceptres, and a host of gilded things.\\nMark you, it was no earthly sovereignty\\nThat madman sought.\\nVILLIARS.\\nDid he aspire to Heaven\\nARNOLD.\\nThe very world his unreined fancy grasped.\\nI do believe in truth, thou hast been mad.\\nVILLIARS.\\nSpeak of thy madman s humors not of mine\\nni never choose thee for my herald.\\nARNOLD.\\nNo\\nFor I should speak too honestly to please.\\nBut to my theme He conjured up, this fool,\\nThe wildest visions for his fond embrace\\n5", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "106 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nFrom infancy he was the fiercest thing,\\nAnd once, to vent his spleen, tore at the breast\\nWhich gave him nourishment.\\nVILLIARS.\\nmadness rare 1\\nARNOLD.\\nIt was his humor all have theirs, but few,\\nPerchance, like his. They said that when a babe,\\nHe never shut his earnest eyes to sleep.\\nBut while he slumbered left the lids aslant,\\nAnd those who watched saw all the dreams within.\\nMid other fancies of his rounding years.\\nWas one that he had known another life\\nHe dreamed of worlds beyond this human ken,\\nAnd thought some dismal chance had dragged\\nhim thence,\\nTo be an outcast here who there was king.\\nHe sought the world entire to find a mate.\\nAnd forced himself to baseness thus to drown", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 107\\nThe fever in his heart and then he raised\\nIn blasphemies against the throne his voice,\\nOr called upon the earth to trample him\\nCourted Jove s lightnings, in the wildest storms,\\nBaring his forehead to the blast, would rush,\\nCursing himself, his God, in frenzy fits.\\nHe grew a courser of the ghostly night,\\nAnd while the hours went tearing through his\\nheart,\\nLaunched maledictions at the star whose gleams\\nHad lured him onward in the fearful race.\\nHe sought all climes like some unquiet fiend,\\nAnd every heart grew black, and every soul\\nHe looked in withered. Desolation took\\nA shape of earth and made that high-browed youth\\nHer minister with varied shapes, and all\\nA world of smiles unlike and beautiful.\\nOne time he bent with wisdom o er the tome.\\nAnon he groped with satyrs on the eartli\\nThen came a fever down and trod his brow,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "108 THE SHADOW WORSHIPEK.\\nAud brought up visions with a mailed hand.\\nShe thrust him to delirium that tore\\nWithout restraint his heart. Then long in deep,\\nMysterious sleep he lay, nor lived, nor dreamed.\\nNor knew how struggling life dragged on its\\nlength.\\nHe woke at last as meteors from a trance,\\nBut felt a strange unwonted need of rest\\nCreep as a thirst for slumber o er his soul.\\nIn haste he sought afar some quiet haunt.\\nRemote from busy din of worldly strife.\\nAnd learned unseen to love most simple things,\\nTo hear with strange acuteness Nature s tones,\\nTo find a meed of sweetness in his cup,\\nA jewel upon his worn and tattered garb,\\nA spark of sunlight in the Stygian pool\\nWhere angered furies long had bound his spirit.\\nVILLI ARS.\\nMost strange he should have taught himself such\\nwise", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPEK. 109\\nAnd difficult lessenings for better men\\nHave found them hard to learn there must have\\nbeen\\nA soul of light v^ithin.\\nARNOLD.\\nAt least one near I\\nVILLIARS,\\nHe should have been a mortal of rare make,\\nIf Heaven would send its choicest teachers down\\nTo grope for goodness in his loathsome ways.\\nARNOLD.\\nIt was a teacher God had never claimed\\nHe had not wove the constellation-crown\\nIn which that star should have its fitting place.\\nWhat that pale Youth, whose heart went fast\\nasleep\\nBeneath his art, had grown (he changed the tale.\\nAnd made the innocent the sorcerer)\\nThe latest roses did not live to see.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "110 THE SHADOW WOKSHIPER.\\nOne came anon arrayed in angel guise,\\nAstarte, whom fallen seraphs drew from bliss,\\nBut to the fever-toy she looked a mate.\\nShe was the passing ruler of an isle.\\nHeld by the elvan monarchs and their train\\nNeptune became a lover for her sake,\\nAnd sent a host of mermaids out to woo.\\nBut she would wear no wreath of coral leaves.\\nThe dreamer ventured to her charmed haunt,\\nAnd flung him in the sunshine of her tread,\\nAnd fell to stringing poesies for her sake.\\nThey strove to make themselves two singing birds,\\nAnd live like fairies on the light and dew,\\nAnd chant weird melodies all day to tones\\nThe wind sang only when the twain were nigh.\\nBut one fine morn they wakened from these sports,\\nAnd evil thoughts crept slily in as oft\\nThey do, and mar the purest vesture meant\\nFor spirit-wearing.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. Ill\\nVILLIARS.\\nA sin uncommon too\\nARNOLD.\\nBlame fate, not me.\\nVILLIARS.\\nI do not choose blame either\\nSuch sin is near to worship in its guise,\\nT would puzzle a philosopher to tell\\nThe difference. And they loved, you say\\nARNOLD.\\nLoved 1\\nTis but a feeble word, the lowest men\\nBeneath their tanned hides a passion wear\\nTo which they give that name.\\nVILLIARS.\\nI know a word\\nSeems suited well now Eros blind forgive\\nIf I interpret ill I But gather up", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "112 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nThe ends of this thy tule and dip them all\\nWithin that wine cup thou art thirsty.\\n[They drink. On\\nARNOLD.\\nThe Lady fled but faster than she fled,\\nHot breathed Desire went panting after her\\nHe caught her somewhere neath a winking Night,\\nAnd dragged her back again to sacrifice.\\nYe gods, tear down the mantle of our dreams,\\nAnd on your amorous beauties let me look,\\nThat I maj^ paint a portrait. Crowned heads\\nIntoxicate on Passion s throne they lay,\\nAnd made the very air with kisses sick.\\nBury thyself within the regal Past,\\nAnd sleep with kings on Cleopatra s breast.\\nIf thou would st picture it.\\nVILLIARS.\\nAnd then the}^ sank,\\nAnd stranded on the beach of dumb Despair", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WOKSHIPER. 113\\nARNOLD.\\nStill lower than the angels who had sinned,\\nTo depths where only boiling fires had walked\\nSo deep that kindred devils scarce might hear\\nThe smothered bubble of their moans below.\\nVILLIARS,\\nThey parted weary of this world they d found\\nARNOLD.\\nNo, maddened by Remorse for Passion s glow\\nFell off, and there instead of purple thrones,\\nWas one vast pall of dead men s shrouds the sea\\nOf their great Happiness thick with slimy things,\\nAnd tideless as the waves that keep their watch\\nAbove the thrice cursed cities of the plain.\\nVILLIARS.\\nThou hast deserted goodly company\\nWhere is the Boy, the sunlight of thy dream.\\nHe who should grow another Morning star\\n6*", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "114 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nARNOLD.\\nHe watches on the forehead of the Lamb.\\nVILLIARS.\\nDied he\\nARNOLD.\\nSince stars die not I Too bright for this,\\nHe went another sphere to shine within.\\nCall not that Death which but Transition is\\nCall not this Life which is a frenzy fit.\\nVILLIARS.\\nIf constellations claim him now, I ween\\nHe slumbers ere this hour. Lo you, the ghost\\nOf Day sits on the curtains.\\nARNOLD.\\nRed and mad,\\nThat we have stained her garments with our\\npotions.\\nThat drunken crew sleep on their cups like fiends", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 116\\nPillowing themselves on spent desires, and this\\nOur place of revelry a Pandemonium.\\nVILLIARS.\\nHo sluggards, up Ye children of the Night,\\nWhat do you in the realms of Morn Away 1\\nSee how they yawn I Great God, these fumes are\\nworse\\nThan those same Stygian pools you wot of.\\nA GUEST.\\nWe slept upon the mantle of your talk.\\nVILLIARS.\\nYou must have dreamed then I It was far too\\nrich\\nFor such as you to sully, and I marvel not\\nIt ended like a demon feast in gloom,\\nIf you were sleeping mid its gorgeousness.\\nA GUEST.\\nThe wine hath soured on your stomach I Come,\\nA parting bowl to warm your pulses.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "116 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nARNOLD.\\nYes,\\nFill to the very brim another cup\\nYe cannot drain too many kingdoms. Now 1\\nVILLTARS.\\nOur thrones will crumble from their richness vast,\\nAnd bury us beneath the crimson weight.\\nARNOLD.\\nAt least the death were worthy of our lives.\\nThe pyre on which I sink to Hades be\\nThese festal revelries, and so like the sun.\\nDie out in brightness to the very last.\\nDrink drink\\nVILLI ARS.\\nNo more the skies reel o er us now.\\nWe go to gild another hemisphere,\\nAnd so with cups and flagons yawning wide,\\nMy prince of dreamers leave thee here.\\nA GUEST.\\nOut, out,\\nYe wine-stars, out I [Exeunt", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPEK. 117\\nSCKNE II.\\nA STREET IN A GREAT CITY.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 EARLY MORN.\\nARNOLD.\\nThe gray dawn fights her slow way through the\\nsky,\\nThe mists hang to her raiment leaden clouds\\nAnd now I look again it is no woman,\\nBut a red-faced Bacchanal leering forth\\nOr if it be the Day, she s lost her youth.\\nAnd slept with Morpheus among the shades.\\nI tire of these broad and populous streets\\nDeserted by the glittering crowds of noon,\\nThey look too desolate I ll leave their gloom,\\nAnd seek awhile the haunts of meaner men.\\nTurns doion a narrow street.]\\nSee how those loathsome shapes go creeping by,\\nFrom shades of infamy where they have lain\\nAmid the steam of their impurity.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "118 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nThere wander some to gird their loins with toil,\\nAnd squeeze their hunger pangs to rest. Like\\nFate,\\nSome within the by-ways sit stony-eyed,\\nAnd steal their rightful share of nourishment.\\nThese from the orgies of the reeking brain.\\nAnd doubly maddened by this coming light.\\nRush heedless to the gloom beyond. They re wise,\\nAt least a change of tortures is a boon.\\nIt seems each instant but to grow more dark\\nNight quarrels with the Day, and inch by inch\\nDisputes with her for mastery while they fight,\\nThe earth lies cold and chill beneath the strife,\\nAs nations perish slowly while their kings\\nContend for thraldom o er the bloody waste.\\n[A vailed wo7nan approaehes.]\\nBeneath that shrouding vail what shape is hid.\\nWith sinuous motion gliding o er the stones\\nI seem to know that fleeting form, that step,\\nThe folding of that long black vail above,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 119\\nThe very clasping of those slender hands,\\nAll seem familiar to my troubled sight\\nCan I be mad\\nALETHE.\\nWho speaks of madness here\\nTis an ill-omened word be still.\\nARNOLD,\\nGreat Heaven,\\nThat voice it handles rough my crisping brain I\\nSpectre, away I speak\u00e2\u0080\u0094 what dost thou here\\nALETHE, sings.\\nWhen the silent grave was still,\\nAnd Death the goaler slept,\\nI, a pale ghost, stole softly by,\\nAnd from the silence crept.\\nI come to walk the earth again.\\nAnd curse its living things\\nI cannot move half fast enough,\\n0, would that I had wings", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "120 THE SHADOW WOKSHIPER.\\nI strode the Northern blast last night,\\nI rode upon the gale\\nI held an earthquake in my hand,\\nDidst hear the thousands wail\\nI am the queen they call Astarte,\\nI am the demon s bride\\nI hold foul Sin in one hard clutch.\\nAnd Death sits cold beside.\\nARNOLD.\\nI cannot see the features they are hid\\nThe voice hath caught a sharp, unnatural sound.\\nLike grating on these iron bars of Life,\\nAnd yet my God, I will not think it is\\nThat glowing band of young Italian days\\nThe host of rainbows that we kissed upon\\nThe sunbeams that we wove a garland of\\nThe wind that stole its secrets from our eyes\\nThe birds that mimicked sweetness from our lips\u00e2\u0080\u0094", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 121\\nAll sights and sounds that made a Paradise\\nIn that Enchanted Isle, are with me now.\\nALETHE.\\nWho speaks of all those things I am their\\nqueen\\nWhere are my subjects Ho, my retinue,\\nMy robes of state, my sceptre and my crown.\\nSummon my vassals, there must be a war\\nBring out my fiercest charger I shall ride\\nA monarch at the column s head. Up, up I\\nThe isle s in danger rouse ye now arm quick\\nTo battle with your queen.\\nARNOLD\\nI see it is\\nA poor distraught, and yet it is Alethe\\nALETHE.\\nWho dares to speak that name So I was called\\nA thousand years ago, and I have had", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "122 THE SHADOW WOKSHIPER.\\nSo many titles since, and yet that one\\nClings to me still I ll hear it not.\\nARNOLD.\\nAlethe 1\\nALETHE.\\nThat name again Ye kindle me with rage I\\nShall I a crowned queen by puny worms\\nOf earth be mocked Great Lucifer, my king,\\nTo whom these mortals bow, shall give the dolt\\nA million years of pain for tilting thus.\\nI know thee not, my sight has grown so dim\\nThese ages I have dwelt with Death below.\\nI ll see more clear anon.\\nARNOLD.\\nNow bend and fall,\\nYe frowning battlements of dens, fall thick\\nWith all your weight of infamy and sin,\\nCrush me this cursed spirit from its clay.\\nAnd thou knowest me not", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 123\\nALETHE.\\nHow should I know thee I\\nBelike thou art some fiend leagued with me once,\\nBut mid the world of sights before my gaze,\\nI am too slow to station thee. Yet hold\\nThat voice comes o er me like a churchyard wind,\\nAnd eyes like those I studied long ago,\\nBut whether in this world or when I went\\nDeath s bride to be, I cannot tell. All here,\\n[Puts her hand to her brow.]\\nIs so confused. Those voices summon, hush\\nThey bid me to the silent tomb again.\\nPlace but thy hand in mine.\\nARNOLD.\\nIts touch would blast.\\nALETHE, [grasps it.]\\nI know the feel of it for I have held\\nThose shuddering pulses ere this lonesome hour 1\\nWhere did I know thee Say, art Night no,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "124 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nThy face is troubled as a heavy cloud,\\nThe glances of those eyes can scorch like flames.\\n[ARNOLD attempts to free himself.\\n0, break not from me till these mists clear off\\nIt vexes me to see a queen so hesitate.\\nAt least I ll whisper this to thee bend low I\\nDeath is a tyrant one day I shall bid\\nMy faithful vassals bind him where so long\\nSuch tortures I ve endured.\\nARNOLD.\\nNot SO he is\\nOur only friend.\\nALETHE.\\nThou dost not look beyond\\nTo worlds on worlds of circling Hells, and stars\\nThat wildly shooting from their seats lay waste\\nThe little Heaven that wanderers build. No rest,\\nNo quiet and no sleep Sleep dieth here.\\nHer ghost barred entrance in the wide Beyond.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WOKSHIPER. 125\\nARNOLD.\\nTis as well her power here is gone.\\nALETHE,\\nThou art\\nSay, who art thou I There is that in thy tones\\nWhich almost stirs this sluggish pulse to life,\\nAnd makes like kindling flame my dull blood leap\\nWithin its palsied veins.\\nARNOLD,\\nI am what Fate\\nHath made me thou the thing Despair and I\\nHave put thee too,\\nALETHE.\\nI do not understand thee\\nI once did know the language thou hast spoke,\\nBut I have learned so many since, tis grown\\nA stranger like that face.\\nARNOLD.\\nWhere knewest thou it", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "126 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nALETHE.\\nAy, that it is which vexes me I am\\nA sovereign, and my subjects all save thoughts\\nAre fealty slaves, no chains their flight can bind.\\nHa now I look upon thee once again.\\nThere is a strange unwonted tumult mid\\nThe scorching fever of my brain. speak,\\nWhere wert thou when I clasped thee in these\\narms,\\nWhat skies bent o er us twain It was not here\\nAt least I think twas not some ruined star\\nWhose light was quenched more centuries agone\\nThan this snail planet yet has crawled, has been\\nOur passing Paradise,\\nARNOLD.\\nAnd clingeth still\\nThat vision of my maddened brain to thee\\n[a LETHE, sings.\\nWhen the silent grave was still,\\nAnd Death the goaler slept,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 127\\nI, a pale ghost, stole softly bj^,\\nAnd from the darkness crept.\\nI am the queen they call Astarte,\\nAnd ye my vassals are\\nI rule you in this earthly tomb,\\nAnd in the world afar.\\nBring out an earthquake for my steed,\\nA hurricane that s red\\nI ll hurl it with avenging arm,\\nAmong the quick and dead.\\nUp demons from your fiery haunts.\\nAnd forth to work my will\\nGreat Lucifer may rule the earth,\\nBut I shall rule him still.\\nWho sunk the isle, did st thou Enchanted thing.\\nIt could not sink, but floateth still alone\\nIn southern seas of balm would I were there\\nThe moonlight is so soft, soft as his eyes", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "128 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nThe waters are so cool, the mermaid wreaths\\nWould frost my troubled brain to quietness.\\nI do remember sing a romance now\\nIn very deed Pm Lady Rosalind.\\n[Sings.]\\nShe trod no more the Enchanted Isle,\\nNor played with Sun or Wind\\nThis is the mournful chronicle\\nOf Lady Rosalind.\\nThat s not the verse nor stir upon thy life\\nI will remember it.\\nARNOLD.\\nTo mark such woe\\n[alethe, sings.]\\nHer Lord looked like the ghost of Years,\\nHe was so old and grim\\n0, hers were dainty limbs be sure,\\nTo lay by side of him.\\nShe took another to his bed fie fie I\\nThat s foul 1 She did it in a dream well, well,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WOESHIPER. 129\\nOld Mother Eve was first to pave the way\\nAsk Lucifer he doth remember still,\\nThe taste of dew upon her honied lips.\\nI must away. [He turns to follow her.]\\nNo, no, thou shalt not come\\nThou art not for the world of shadows yet,\\nARNOLD.\\nAh, if ^tis there thou goest then take me too.\\nALETHE.\\nAnd now the Day is out, poor garish flirt I\\nI know her ways in spite of innocence.\\nBrave Night and I could tell the gallant s bed\\nFrom which we drove the proud wench forth I Tis\\nnaught\\nAt least tis naught to thee,\\nARNOLD.\\nStay, stay and list,\\n1 have", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "180 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nALETHE.\\nThou must not whisper secrets here\\nThese listening skies are tell-tales too.\\n[^Breaks away Arnold turns to pursue her but falls\\ninsensible.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 131\\n|Hrt III.\\nSCENE I.\\nA ROOM IN L MONASTERY.\\nPrior and Attendant.\\nATTENDANT.\\nA stranger waits without.\\nPRIOR.\\nHis errand here\\nATTENDANT.\\nA moment with your grace.\\nPRIOR.\\nWhat man is this\\nATTENDANT.\\nNo words of mine his likeness e er could paint\\nHe is not tall, but full of majesty,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nAnd bears him with the swelling port of kings,\\nAlthough his garb is as a penitent s.\\nHis sandaled feet trod down the cloister s length,\\nAs they were trained to mounting thrones I\\nlooked\\nUpon his brow, some royal bands to see.\\nBut marked a heavy pain which loomed instead,\\nFrom out the grandeur of his lambent eyes.\\nHis hands are tinged like Mayday buds at noon,\\nAnd curls droop o er the splendor of his brow.\\nTouched with the Autumn wood-leaves russet hue.\\nHe flung me gold, as I might fling a dash\\nOf water, then with such a noble mien,\\nCast smiling back his mantle s sombre folds.\\nWhen I would kiss the glory from his hand.\\nPRIOR.\\nNow for thy penance tell more prayers to-night,\\nThan shall outnumber thrice the golden count\\nThat dazzled with his beauty in thine eyes.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 133\\nATTENDANT.\\nI thank the Father I am thus reproved.\\nPRIOR.\\nSo is it well Admit this stranger now.\\n[Attendant turns to go.^\\nYet stay thy haste, and bring my robe of state,\\nThe cross and mitered cap that Bishops wear\\nWhen in their pomp of pride the worldly come,\\nThe Church should put her highest glories on,\\nAnd fade the sheen of unblessed vanities.\\nattendant.\\nHe comes for consolation, as I think\\nHe seems most hardly tried.\\nPRIOR.\\nAnd this is bought\\nWith sinner s gold, and prayers of pious men.\\nSeek thou this pilgrim, though I wonder much\\nAt such approach and garb, for great men now", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "134 THE SHADOW WOESHIPER.\\nAre wout no more the palmer s hood to don.\\nBelike some sin rests heavy on his soul,\\nThat prayers and penitence alone can cleanse.\\n[JSnter Arnold in penitenfs dress falls at\\nthe Prior s yj?e^.]\\nThe blessing of the Church be on thy head\\nWhat wouldst thou with her, servant, pilgrim son\\nARNOLD.\\nA weary soul craves refuge from the storm,\\nThat mid the night like some poor sailless barque\\nSinks idly on a rainy sea alone.\\nPRIOR.\\nSuch rest is in the Holy Mother s gift,\\nAnd in her treasuries are peace and hope\\nBut art thou of our sacred credence, son\\nARNOLD.\\nI know not what I am Save a wild dream\\nOf wrath and fiends, I have believed in nought.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 135\\nI worship at no shrine, bow to no God,\\nNor ever to confessional mumbling went,\\nNor paying paltry gold for priestly prayers.\\nI have but lived because Death would not kill\\nHe grows more merciful, for I am now\\nUpon the threshold of that door which he,\\nWith torch fresh garlanded shall open wide.\\nLook on this pallid brow, this sunken cheek,\\nThen say whose hand is there thou seest tis\\nhis\\nPRIOR.\\nAmazement strikes me like a lance son.\\nSome dreadful crime I fear is shrined there too.\\nARNOLD.\\nThat is between the One you call a God and me.\\nI ask thee is there rest within these walls.\\nOr does despair fill up the convent gloom.\\nLike ghosts within the outer world", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "136 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nPRIOR.\\nWith us\\nDwells Peace, and leaves the crowded mart too\\nmad\\nHer lessonings to list. But what art thou\\nVows bind these holy walls like cinctures pure\\nAnd penitence and scourgings of the flesh,\\nAnd midnight vigils on the bared knees.\\nShut out desires of the actual world.\\nARNOLD.\\nBind by what vow thou wilt thine is my wealth,\\nMy dying breath\u00e2\u0080\u0094 my thanks, if thou lt accept\\nBut look thou not to me for penitence.\\nMore vigils have I kept than all thy crew.\\nThrice o er, in every shape, neath every clime\\nUnquiet scourgings of the soul within.\\nThan all thy pains of martyred flesh more sharp.\\n0, I could teach thee penitence, and could fright\\nWith but the bare recital all thy train.\\nWe do but waste the time\u00e2\u0080\u0094 thine answer, priest?", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 137\\nPRIOR.\\nSuch sins need compensation to absolve.\\nARNOLD.\\nIt is of gold thou speakest See, here it is\\n[Flings down caskets.]\\nThese baubles were enough to buy men s souls\\nPearls that have gleamed o er monarch s aching\\nbrows,\\nGems that have lost and won a crown ere this\\nWhy dost thou start? Nay, all are thine, and\\nmore\\nAy, countless sums thy mind could never grasp,\\nWert thou transformed from this dull shape, and\\nmade\\nOne vast arithmetic. Yes, take them all,\\nAnd give the donor but his meed of rest.\\nPRIOR.\\nTo turn a penitent away were sin.\\n6*", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "1S8 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nARNOLD.\\nOld man, again I am no penitent\\nThou canst not judge my sufferings nor my sin\\nThou hast the likeness of mortality,\\nBut all the fever of its blood has died.\\nI will not offer prayers, nor chant a mass\\nMy soul is near the hour of its release,\\nAnd knows no faltering now. Fate gave me life,\\nAnd fate may claim the gift I do not prize\\nHell has been here, worse cannot lie beyond.\\nIts doom must change, or grow too weak to harm.\\nThere may be hope for thee.\\nARNOLD.\\nI tell thee no\\nLook in the Past, and mark her tomb she died\\nMore years ago than I have kept the count\\nShe had no ghost, but madness took her place.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 189\\nPRIOR.\\nBut thou art safer here than in the world.\\nThy boon is granted thou shalt have our prayers,\\nAnd when Death comes anon, for now I see\\nHis pale hand on that veined brow of thine,\\nA pious burial.\\nARNOLD.\\nFling me to the dogs I\\nCut me in pieces for the worms so gash\\nAnd mutilate the corse that ghouls themselves\\nWho ve lived these many years therein would\\ncease\\nTo recognize the shape but talk no more\\nOf prayers and pious burial.\\nPRIOR.\\nThy name\\nARNOLD.\\nArnold the Wanderer.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "140 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nPRIOR.\\nI have heard of thee\\nThat wide spread natne of thine, in truth is one\\nWhich cringing men do worship, yet abhor.\\nThy wealth is great beyond compare, and yet\\nThy sins outweigh it like a sea. I thought\\nThou wert an older man gray-haired and bent I\\nHere is a cheek Youth should to blushing kiss,\\nA form that glowing Health should nourish still\\nWith medicines of joy but thou wilt die I\\nThy very sin hath found thee out. O, son\\nPray that it be not yet too late.\\nARNOLD.\\nE en here\\nMy cursed name hath entered twere more fit\\nFor demon tongues to mouth, than lips like thine.\\nPRIOR.\\nPerformance of my holy duties brought\\nThe fearful knowledge of thy deeds and thee.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPEK. 141\\nBefore this Greatness took me by the hand,\\nAnd set me in the station I now hold,\\nPatient I toiled in humble spheres in all,\\nThe service that He loved have strove to do.\\nOnce at the bedside of a dying girl,\\nI heard confession of a mighty sin.\\nA noble blood ran crimson in her veins,\\nBut shame had clasped its girdle o er her charms;\\nShe was so young to die, a bud half-bloomed I\\nHer kindred bound her to the side of one\\nWhose veins were frosted o er with age, and she\\nWith passions which are Youth s, like flame on\\nshrines.\\nOne came too soon in seraph guise, and wiled\\nHer shut heart to himself, until it lost\\nAll consciousness beneath the glowing tide\\nHis magic poured above she flung herself\\nInto his arms, laid honor at his feet,\\nFor mad desire to trample on but when.\\nThe cloying sweetness of that bright dream gone,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "142 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nShe woke from out the mazes of her trance,\\nHope stood aloof, and reason hurried off\\nShe was alone with Madness and her Misery.\\nThere is a grave within a lonesome dell,\\nThat s deep in Nature s heart, where shadows lie,\\nAs ghosts the sun may never chase, and brooks,\\nBabbling with grief, laze on, as if they kept\\nThe marble pulses of that sleeper there.\\nSome hand has planted lilies in the mold, [filed.\\nThat droop their heads, though pure and unde-\\nAs if that lost one s soul had taken root.\\nAnd bloomed anew within those scented flowers.\\nThere is a rude stone, where the fair head lies.\\nAnd all the record left of her whose blood\\nOnce sate on thrones, that clump of buds, and\\ncross\\nWhereon is graved the one word Rosalind.\\nARNOLD.\\nI have no tears, or I would give them all\\nUnto her memorv. She is of a dream", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "THE SHADOW WORSHIPER. 143\\nThat lived in Summer s circle, when it fled\\nTook with it all of Summer s purity\\nThe starlit rounding of my boyhood s course,\\nBefore it dropped in utter night.\\nPRIOR.\\nI ll point\\nThe spot to thee, and thou shalt oft pray there\\nBe sure thou wear its pansies next thy heart,\\nFor they will be the harbingers of peace\\nOne angel more shall wait thy coming. Son,\\nA sin repented of is half atoned,\\nAnd bound like bruised herbs on the soul will\\ngrow\\nA blessing, thrice as bright that it was born\\nLike Alpine blossoms mid the chill of doom.\\nThy fate hath been untoward, and thy Youth\\nLike fearful legends at the twilight told\\nBut light from thine eternal port is round.\\nFling out all visions from thy darkened heart.\\nAnd leave alone repentance s blessed fruits,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "144 THE SHADOW WORSHIPER.\\nWith fragrant heart s^ease from that lowly grave.\\nThe vesper bell is sounding like a hymn\\nWithin the mellow hush of ripening eve\\nWe ll talk anon, but call this shrine thy home,\\nUntil an angel breathe upon thy heart,\\nAnd with a soft touch lead thee up to Heaven.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "JESSIE LINDEN. 145\\nJESSIE LINDEN.\\nHoary locks and golden tresses,\\nWrinkled cheeks and lips of red*\\nTottering limbs and fawn-like graces*\\nJoining these the rites are said.\\nPeal the bells like children laughing,\\nBridal notes should ring out clear\\nThough twas strange death-peals had never\\nRung the bridegroom to his bier.\\nPlace the ring upon her finger,\\nPress the kiss upon her brow\\nWorse than ban of old Mezentius,\\nIs the doom that waits her now.\\nHark, the wind among the arches,\\nWhat it is it seems to say", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "146 JESSIE LINDEN.\\nHush, the priest is breathing softly\\nThus this twain I join alway.\\nHow she stands that white-robed maiden,\\nWhat a mien for bride to wear\\nHow the wind among the arches\\nSighs and moans like spirits there.\\nNought she sees of all this pageant.\\nNought she hears the priest has said\\nOnly hears the wild winds voices,\\nCome with us, we are the dead.\\nHaughty eyes are gazing coldly,\\nO, not now she heeds their stare\\nGod be thanked, the priest is saying,\\nTake my blessing and my prayer.\\nGod be thanked, the wind reechoes,\\nMoaning louder in her ear\\nGod be thanked for death and slumber,\\nLeaving care and sorrow here.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "JESSIE LINDEN. 147\\nNow the wind has ceased its grieving,\\nHow the Past is in her eyes\\nYou may paint a thousand pictures\\nAs the varied phantoms rise.\\nSee that dwelling grim and olden,\\nWhat a weight of mournful gloom\\nBut a white-robed maiden passes\\nLo, the sunlight in the room.\\nDown each dim and winding passage.\\nThrough each wide and stately hall,\\nMarks her garments floating lightly,\\nHear her footsteps rise and fall.\\nDreams she now beside the casement,\\nLeans her forehead on the sill,\\nWhile the sunbeams hover nearer,\\nStealing kisses at their will.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "148 JESSIE LINDEN.\\nThus it is the long Day passes,\\nAnd the Eve is drawing on,\\nPale and dim as twere the Morning\\nLove s excess had made so wan.\\nNow she dreams but not in silence\\nLo, she sees a shadow rise\\nHad you asked where was her Heaven,\\nShe had pointed to those eyes.\\nNow their hearts as one are beating,\\nVague emotions wildly crowd\\nThey had sworn twas music stealing,\\nNot their pulses throbbing loud.\\nBut the midnight waxes deeper,\\nAnd the stars have shut their eyes\\nFleecy clouds along the azure,\\nShow the track where Eden lies.\\nThat is not another Morning\\nWhen the Eve seemed scarce begun", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "JESSIE LINDEN, 149\\nBut the sky hath donned its blushes\\nAt the waking of the Sun.\\nThus the days and sunbeams vanish,\\nSummer turns so loath to go\\nGrieving as she leaves the maiden\\nWith her dreams like sunset s glow.\\nNow another picture rises,\\nHark, the wind begins to moan-\\nAs it cursed the priest for saying,\\nLoving hearts are thus made one.\\nBut the spell is strong upon her.\\nLives she still within those dreams\\nNeither winds nor tones can more her,\\nSo unreal the Present seems.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "160 JESSIE LINDEN.\\nThere are clouds within the Heaven,\\nLike a throng with rushing feet,\\nAnd the moonbeams through that casement\\nFind no shadows to repeat.\\nNow within a dismal city\\nCold eyes watch above her keep,\\nAnd the only dreams she gathers\\nKindly angels send in sleep.\\nBut within her chamber watching\\nFor the tones she cannot hear,\\nOn a sudden music softens,\\nLike a whisper in her ear.\\nNow she dreams but not in silence\\nSee her bosom rise and fall\\nThrough the casement steals a shadow.\\nBending nearer lithe and tall.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "JESSIE LINDEN, 151\\nHow could moments such be pictured\\nSee the pale bride s marble cheek,\\nWhile the wind still moans and answers,\\nLouder than the priest can speak.\\nBut her dreams are all unbroken,\\nYou may read them in those eyes\\nHow I tremble at her stillness,\\nSo unstirred that bosom lies.\\nIn that chamber they are kneeling,\\nThen she sees and hears no more\\nAngry voices wild are meeting,\\nIron hands have forced the door.\\nWords of stern and fierce contention.\\nWhere were vows and prayers anon\\nWhile fiery oaths with swords are clashing.\\nAnd a human life is gone", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "162 JESSIE LINDEN.\\nProne she lies beneath the casement,\\nLeans her forehead on the sill,\\nBut there s blood upon its fairness\\nWhere the moon falls cold and still.\\nHark, the wind among the arches,\\nSee, the rites are almost o er,\\nAnd the bridegroom s steeds are prancing\\nJust without the minster-door.\\nWhich is real among those visions\\nSee the maiden glance around\\nNow she hears the priest s responses.\\nNow a dying murmur sound.\\nFeels the pearls upon her forehead\\nWhere his kiss of old had lain, _!^\\nDeems the weight his dying blood-drops\\nBurning in her frenzied brain", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "JESSIE LINDEN. 153\\nHark, the wind is moaning louder,\\nLook, her eyes are wilder still\\nWould to God the rite were ended,\\nPriest and guests are cold and chill.\\nYe are one, he slowly utters,\\nKneel in prayer your God before\\nBut the wind booms up so fiercely,\\nThat his words are heard no more.\\nNow the rites are all concluded,\\nAnd the kneeling watchers rise\\nStill she kneels fair Jessie Linden,\\nCold and white her mantle lies.\\nNow one bends beside the maiden\\nWith a word of low reproof\\nHow they start those worldly gazers,\\nAs he springs so far aloof.\\n0, the wind among the arches.\\nIt has altered in its tone\\n7", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "154 JESSIE LINDEN.\\nNow there seems a low thanksgiving\\nIn the surging of its moan.\\nCold hands raise fair Jessie Linden,\\nVoices shriek within her ear\\n0, not tones of sinful mortals\\nNew made angels bend to hear I\\nO er her forehead gleam the jewels,\\nPale and calm and cold she lies.\\nYet a smile is on those features,\\nAnd within those half shut eyes.\\nBroken vows have ceased to trouble,\\nEarthly hopes and cares have fled\\nAh, the wind had murmured truly,\\nJessie Linden lielh dead.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "TRUE HEARTS. 155\\nTRUE HEARTS.\\nA WESTERN forest village,\\nBeneath th\u00e2\u0082\u00ac)se prairie skies,\\nWhere sunlight in the greenwood danced,\\nLike dreams in maidens eyes.\\nA small and scattered hamlet.\\nWithin the maples shade.\\nWhere all the day the woodman s axe,\\nA muffled music made.\\nA narrow street sloped from its edge,\\nThe village church between\\nBe^^ond, the grass was trodden smooth,\\nUpon the school-hou^e green.\\nAn old and time-worn dwelling\\nThey made the village inn,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "156 TRUE HEARTS.\\nWliosc sign Tipon the willow creaked\\nTo merriment within.\\nA Sabbath stillness reigned around\\nWlicre er the feet might roam,\\nUntil with Sunset s shadows came\\nThe threshers plodding home.\\nShe watched beside the casement,\\nThat girl with dreamy eyes,\\nWhere visions swift went flitting past,\\nLike shadows o er the skies.\\nFair as a blossom in the shade.\\nPure as the gleaning Ruth,\\nHer heart so full of purity.\\nHer eyes so rich with truth.\\nShe watched beside the casement\\nAs she had done before,\\nAs maidens oft shall do the same\\nWho read this story o er.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "TRUE HEARTS. 157\\nA tread was on the grass without,\\nA shadow ncath the tree\\nA step smote o er the mossy sill\\nShe knew that it was he.\\nHer gentle heart was in her eyes,\\nTier hands in his embrace\\nThe sunbeams flung their rays to make\\nThe dimples in her face.\\nIt was not that she said a word\\nBeneath his kisses glow 5\\nBut crimson blushes stained her cheek,\\nLike sunset over snow.\\nAnd neither broke the silence sweet,\\nThey could but smile or sigh\\nThe wind caught up the mingled tone.\\nAnd softened wandered by.\\nThat summer-time, when daisies slept.\\nAnd shadows gloomed the tree.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "158 TRUE HEARTS.\\nThe maiden heard a tread without,\\nAnd knew that it was he.\\nThe skies had gained a deeper hue,\\nThe Autumn leaves were sere,\\nAnd on the mossy porch they lay,\\nLike shadows cold and drear.\\nNo step trod down the oaken sill\\nTo which her pulses beat\\nThe maiden waited long to hear\\nThe coming of those feet.\\nSome word or glance Pride might not brook-\\nAlas, a change was there\\nLong time since she had felt his kiss\\nBeneath her sunny hair.\\nAnd each was proud and both were mute,\\nAnd naught the lips might speak\\nNaught but the pain within his eyes,\\nThe pallor on her cheek.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "TRUE HEARTS. 159\\nA stranger to the village came,\\nA man of noble birth,\\nWhose wealth and might were all the talc\\nBeside the farmer s hearth.\\nHe boasted gold beyond compare,\\nAnd gems a queen might prize,\\nBut swore the richest were not worth\\nOne glance of her dear eyes.\\nHe wreathed his jewels round her brow,\\nAnd clasped them with a kiss\\nThe maiden s heart was stirred with pride\\nShe deemed it loving bliss\\nAnd never o er the threshold came\\nThe step she watched of yore,\\nAnd from her presence still the Youth\\nFled farther than before\\nTill in an evil hour she took\\nThe gift that stranger gave", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "160 TRUE HEARTS.\\nAnd as his titled bride she sought\\nA home beyond the wave.\\nShe trod the halls that princes trod,\\nAnd blushed beneath their smile\\nYet for the coming of that step\\nShe waited all the while\\nShe sat in halls where queens had sat,\\nAnd she was robed as they\\nAnd none might know to hear that laugh,\\nHer heart was far away.\\nThe fair-haired Youth who once had kept\\nHis hopes within her eyes,\\nHad wandered from that hamlet too,\\nAnd from those forest skies.\\nHe dwelt within a city s din,\\nHis name was spreading wide", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "TRUE HEARTS. 161\\nWealth and renown were in his grasp,\\nThe Future was his bride\\nIn Senate halls his name was heard\\nIn clarion peals of strength\\nAnd he from that great woe had gained\\nA lofty power at length.\\nHe feasted with earth s mighty ones,\\nHe sought Ambition s track\\nYet sometimes on his wasted bliss.\\nHe mournfully looked back.\\nTheir paths had severed far and wide,\\nAlthough their names would meet.\\nAnd they themselves had learned those names\\nAs strangers to repeat.\\nFame knew him as her darling son,\\nThe vv^orld that Lady proud\\nAbout their feet sweet incense lay,\\nAnd praises echoed loud.\\n7*", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "162 TRUE HEARTS.\\nBut she in oaken chair of state\\nWith courtiers grouped around,\\nAnd he in Senate halls enthroned,\\nBy that same spell were bound.\\nHe trod the olden porch again,\\nAnd sat beneath that tree\\nShe heard a step upon the sill,\\nAnd thouo ht that it was he I\\nYears trod their way above the dead,\\nThe dead our hearts most prize\\nWithin the chambers once so glad,\\nA hundred phantoms rise.\\nWithin that forest s lonely shade\\nThe Summer sun looked down\\nThere was no change in dell or glade,\\nSince last we o-azed thereon.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "TRUE HEARTS. 163\\nA pale form by the casement watched,\\nA shape with mournful eyes\\nAnd shadows lay as thick therein,.\\nAs storms in Autumn s skies.\\nPale as a bud the frost hath touched,\\nThe shadow of that Ruth,\\nWhose heart had lost its early bloom,\\nWhose eyes had lost their truth.\\nShe watched beside the casement now\\nAs she had done before\\nYou might have deemed her ghost had sought\\nThe haunts she loved of yore.\\nA tread was on the grass without,\\nA shadow neath the tree\\nA step smote o er the mossy sill\\nShe knew that it was he\\nHer wild, worn heart was in her eyes.\\nAnd he was kneeling nigh", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "164 TRUE HEARTS.\\nThe passing wind bore on its tone\\nA mingled prayer and sigh.\\nFate in its might had set her free,\\nShe prized the offering now\\nRegretful tears bedewed her cheek,\\nAnd faith lit up her brow.\\nFor him the strife of fame forgot,\\nAmbition lured no more\\nBeneath that forest tree they sat,\\nBeneath the sun of yore.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "LADY GINEVEA. t65\\nLADY GINEVRA.\\nThe Lady Ginevra was brave in her pride,\\nThe Lady Ginevra was an old man s bride\\nThey gave her away, they bound lier to him\\nWhose frame was feeble, whose sight was dim\\nShe was a maiden with eagle eyes.\\nAnd he at the age when worn man dies.\\nShe was straight and tall and strangely fair,\\nWith a will to do and a soul to dare\\nHer cheek was pale and her mien was cold,\\nShe looked like a nun whose vows are told\\nShe had lips like blood on the foam of the sea,\\nBut she kept their ripeness charily.\\nSeldom she spoke, more seldom she smiled,\\nAs she sate in her bower with eyes so wild\\nSeldom she moved, a form of stone.\\nTelling Life s pulses one by one", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "166 LADY GINEVRA.\\nSlowly they fell with a measured chime,\\nTo the mocking laugh of the tyrant Time.\\nHer Lord was aged, feeble and grim,\\nLittle she recked for joys with him\\nHe slept by the fire and he dozed in his chair,\\nWhile she in her tower kept vigil there.\\nHe was bloodless and cold and he loved himself,\\nHer parents had loved his sordid pelf,\\nBut the Lady Ginevra loved nothing, not she,\\nHer soul was as lone as a shipless sea.\\nWhere the billows fought and the wild surfs broke,\\nWhile her eyes looked on where a devil woke,\\nAnd her lips would murmur but not .in prayer.\\nAs you might see by her eyes wild stare.\\nSo Time sped onward as Time will do,\\nWith those who sorrow and those who woo\\nFeasting his full on human lives,\\nThe wretch who moans and the priest who shrives.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "LADY GINEYRA. 167\\nHe growled at the Lord in his easy chair,\\nAnd mocked at the Lady so ghostly fair\\nHer fingers woukl knit like the claws of a hawk,\\nEver she muttered but would not talk,\\nWatching the Lord in his slumber deep,\\nWith eyes that scorched but could not weep.\\nThere came a Youth to the castle old,\\nHis looks were keen and his mien was bold\\nHe held in his hand a light guitar.\\nAnd rang strange tales of lands afar.\\nHer maidens flew to the Lady s bower.\\nAnd told of the Youth and his magic power\\nSo dull was life in that Castle hall,\\nHis strain had roused them one and all.\\nThe lady arose and laughed aloud,\\nThough pale as a ghost in cap and shroud\\nDoes he wear soft blue as a minstrel should,\\nAnd a faded rose as a minstrel would,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "168 LADY GINEVRA.\\nIs his heart on his lips and his soul in his eyes,\\nThat speak something of truth but more of lies\\nThen straight they spoke with rare delight,\\nAnd clamored loud of the minstrel wight,\\nAnd the Lady smiled in fiendish glee,\\nAnd the maidens laughed in company.\\nTo lose his song were a wanton sin.\\nSo open the portals and bid him in\\nNor wake the Lord, let him doze and sleep,\\nWhat careth he if we laugh or weep\\nAnd you shall dance to the minstrel s mirth.\\nAnd make new glee by this haunted hearth.\\nThey clapped their hands and ran away.\\nThey had heard no songs for many a day.\\nAnd up the stairs they hurried the Youth,\\nWhose eyes were lit with naught of truth.\\nThe Lady sat in her high-backed chair,\\nSuch a mien as hers a corpse might wear", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "LADY GINEVEA. 169\\nHer lips would mutter as they did of old,\\nHer eyes were open, wild and cold\\nHe came like a knight in minstrel guise\\nYou know not a ship by the flag it flies\\nHis air was proud and haughty his crest,\\nA manly heart neath that silken vest.\\nHo sate him down at the Lady s feet.\\nHis voice was soft, his lute was sweet\\nShe never moved but listened to him,\\nWhile the Lord slept below in slumber grim.\\nA song, a song, the maidens cried,\\nOf a heart-sick queen or a love-lorn bride\\nA tale of sorrow, of woe and sin,\\nFor those are the stories we revel in\\nThen strike us a measure fitful and gay,\\nAnd swiftly we ll dance the hours away.\\n1.\\nThe Lady Blanche was fair to see,\\nThe Lady Blanche was gay", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "170 LADY GINEVRA.\\nIn festal halls and tournies bright,\\nShe was the queen alway.\\nII.\\nHer voice was like the Summer winds,\\nHer step was just as light\\nShe stole across the waiting heart,\\nLike morning over night.\\nIII.\\nAnd charily she ke}3t her smiles,\\nAnd spent them all on one\\nHe warmed himself within their light,\\nLike childhood in the sun.\\nIV.\\nShe took his heart within her clasp,\\nAnd soothed it neatli her sm le,\\nAnd so they lived and loved alway,\\nYet dreamin.Q: all the while.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "LADY GINEVRA. 171\\nV.\\nThe clouds came up athwart then- sky,\\nAnd wrapt them in their fold\\nAnd then they looked and saw a grave,\\nWhere roses bloomed of old.\\nVI.\\nThe Lady Blanche must be a bride.\\nThe Lady Blanche was sold\\nThe Lady Blanche s bewitching eyes\\nHad won a miser s gold.\\nVTI.\\nHe bore her ofi in fiendish glee,\\nUnto his castle grim\\nThe Lady Blanche lived day by day.\\nAnd saw no sight but him.\\nVIII\\nAnd still she kept her maiden vow.\\nAnd sent her soul afar,\\nThat linked its wings with him she loved,\\nAbove the vile world s jar.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "172 LADY GINEVKA.\\nIX.\\nHe came at length and claimed her vow,\\nHe sought the miser s lair,\\nAnd mid the gloom with watching pale.\\nHe found her seated there.\\nX.\\nHis soul was strong and hers was true.\\nAnd love is good to see.\\nNor human laws can check its course,\\nAnd so their hearts were free.\\nThe Lady Ginevra raised never her head,\\nThough the maidens marveled at the tale he had\\nread.\\nAnd the minstrel was kneeling and vailing his\\neyes.\\nThat spoke something of truth but much more of\\nlies\\nWhile the Lord was asleep in his chair below,\\nAnd dreamed not of shame and recked not of woe,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "LADY GINEVRA. 173\\nThough the pale Lady s cheek and the false min-\\nstrcl s eyes,\\nSpoke truths that had better, much better been\\nlies.\\nThe casement was open to slumbrous light.\\nAnd in sprang the minstrel who looked like a\\nKnight,\\nAnd down at her feet he knelt with the moon.\\nThat lay broken and pale on the floor at its noon.\\nThe Lady s cold eyes had lost their fierce glare,\\nAnd soft as the moonbeams they fell on him there.\\nThe flow of her tears on his forehead v/as bright\\nAlas, for the old Lord who slumbered that night\\nThe minstrel all passion, the Lady all glow.\\nThe weight of her blushes had left stain upon\\nsnow\\nHe urged her to flee to that radiant clime.\\nWhere blossoms grow white while the fruit is in\\nprime", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "174 LADY GINEVRA.\\nHe told her of trees interlaced with the vine,\\nAnd vintages crimson with ruby red wine,\\nAnd thickets of myrtle like new-fallen snow,\\nWith odorous violets blooming below.\\nThen he spoke of his love, of his passion and\\ntrust,\\nOf the heart she had trampled in scorn to the dust,\\nTill her cheek was like fire in the glow of its\\nshame,\\nAnd her heart on her lips as she murmured his\\nname.\\nO, the contrast was fearful that shadowy room,\\nWith its draperies sweeping like night in the\\ngloom.\\nThen the picture he drew of the home they should\\nfind,\\nWith her Past and its memories left far behind.\\nShe drank the bright poison that swam in his eyes.\\nAnd clung to him fondly while bidding him rise.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "LADY GINEVRA. 175\\nLo, a sound at the door a laugh and a groan\\nHe sprang to his feet but they stood not alone I\\nFor ere he could spring from the casement away,\\nThe old Lord stood shaking his locks thin andgray\\nHe had sought the high turret and gained the lone\\nroom,\\nLike the coming of Fate he appeared in the gloom I\\nPointing his finger and gazing at him,\\nHis palsied frame shaking in body and limb\\nHe was clenching his hands and leering with rage,\\nHis blood rushing hot spite the chill of his age.\\nThey gazed on each other and looked back at him,\\nAnd fearful thoughts started up silent and dim\\nThey drew near the old Lord mute in his ire,\\nHer cheek pale as death, the Knight s eyes like\\nfire.\\nThey bore him away, down, down the old stair,\\nThe watchers of morning found him dead in his\\nchair", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "176 LADY GINEVKA.\\nThe lone cage was empty, the proiul bird had\\nflown,\\nThe Lady Ginevra was vanished and gone.\\nA twelvemonth passed and new lords reigned\\nIn the ancient halls where a life had waned,\\nAnd feet shod with music flew over the floor,\\nWhere silent a pale Doom had glided before,\\nAnd gay mirth and feasting filled up each hour.\\nThough lonely and dark was the lost Lady s bower.\\nOne morning they entered the old Lord s room.\\nThe past night had made it a coffin and tomb.\\nWhite were her garments, dim her eyes glare,\\nRigid and dead, the Lady sat there.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "THE HALL OF SHADOWS. 177\\nTHE HALL OF SHADOWS.\\nSee the waves gleam in the distance,\\nMark the billows troubled shine,\\nAs they kiss the white sand s bosom,\\nOn the dull shore s changeless line.\\n0, the scene is like a picture.\\nYet I shudder as I gaze\\nList the billows hollow murmur,\\nLike a troubled soul that prays I\\nWide in front the ocean dashing.\\nThen the white shore s endless sweep\\nIn the midst a tranquil valley,\\nFar beyond the mountains steep.\\nNear the beach an ancient dwelling\\nWith a hundred mighty rooms,\\nWhere a fearful Past outjutting,\\nGrandly in the Present looms.\\n*8", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "178 THE HALT. OF SHADOWS.\\nThere are halls with olden carvings,\\nAnd a broad and royal sweep,\\nWhere a monarch s step should echo,\\nBat where shadows only sleep.\\nAntique hangings with their pictures.\\nWhere a thousand tales are told,\\nWrought by hands whose lily fairness\\nFeeds the worm beneath the mold.\\nNever sunlight through the casements.\\nKisses where the young have trod\\nThere it stands that dwelling lonely.\\nCursed alike by man and God.\\nO, it boots not here to picture,\\nWhat a Past that house had known\\nLet it sleep amid the shadows\\nPray for those who now are gone 1\\nToward the ocean is a chamber,\\nHung with purple and with gold", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "THE HALL OF SHADOWS. 179\\nWhere a queen among her vassals,\\nSate in reg-al pomp of old.\\nBut the train has long departed.\\nDim the gold amid the gloom\\nxlnd the gorgeous velvets blackened,\\nHang like palls around the room\\nAVliile the statues in the niches,\\nLook Vv ith strange, sepulchral stare,\\nLike a group of ghosts upstarted.\\nKeeping some stern penance there.\\nAnd the ocean sounding onward,\\nWith its wild and maddening moan,\\nSeems to hold a strange communion,\\nWith those spectres blanched to stone.\\nIn that chamber sits a woman,\\nFrom those watchers shrouds her eyes,\\nWhile her hair in golden billows,\\nLike a glory round her lies.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "180 THE HALL OF SHADOWS.\\nThus she sits for days together,\\nSometimes moans but never stirs\\nOh, the ocean caught its pining,\\nFrom that fearful moan of hers\\nThen for days the vaulted arches,\\nEcho back her haughty tread.\\nAs she moves with stern commanding,\\nLike a queen among the dead\\nWith her sable garments sweeping,\\nx\\\\nd her golden tresses fall\\nLike the empress of those shadows,\\nRuler of that haunted hall.\\nSometimes on the casement leaning,\\nLooks she forward o er the sea\\nThen her eyes would raise a tempest,\\nAnd she moans so heavily\\nHides her face amid the shadows,\\nClutching mad her auburn hair,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "THE HALL OF SHADOWS. Ibl\\nWhile the statues hx)k out coldly,\\nFrom the frozen pain they bear.\\nThen a strange, mysterious moaning,\\nFills the stillness and the room\\nThrough that mansion goes a murmur,\\nLike the closing of a tomb\\nAnd the statues seem to shudder.\\nWaxing taller than before\\nWhile those tones unseen reutter\\nRouse thee to the curse of j^ore\\nProne she falls upon the marble,\\nHugs its coldness to her breast,\\nWhere the stains of sins unpardoned,\\nDeep as dying curses rest.\\nNow she rises in her frenzy.\\nWith her pallid lips apart\\nStrives to shriek aloud for mercy.\\nFrom the demons at her heart", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "182 THE HALL OF SHADOWS.\\nTill a sudden darkness gathers,\\nAll is stiller than before,\\nOnly in the distance sounding\\nVoices moan, The curse of yore I\\nWhen the midnight seems the deepest.\\nMadder still the wild waves call,\\nBut more fearful tones reecho,\\nNeath the arches of that hall.\\nAnd the statues seem to shudder.\\nMoving slowly through the room\\nWhile that voice again cries wildly,\\nThis it is, obey thy doom\\nNow the portals move asunder,\\nAnd the awful train pass through,\\nMoves that lady mong the spectres.\\nPale as if a shadow too.\\nIn the hall where monarchs feasted,\\nNow a mighty board is spread", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "THE HALL OF SHADOWS. 183\\nGather round those pallid faces,\\nComes lone among the dead.\\nFlashing goblets are uplifted,\\nHark, again that fearful moan\\nIn the doorwa}^ stands a figure,\\nCries, The toast I give lone\\nDrenched his garments by the billows,\\nOn his brow a crimson stain,\\nPoints his finger toward the lady,\\nSpeaks aloud the toast again.\\nNow the tempest in its ftuy.\\nShakes that mansion to the roof,\\nAnd the fiercest of those spectres\\nFrom the lady starts aloof.\\nOn a sudden ope the casements.\\nAnd the ocean foams below,\\nWhile in strange and weird procession.\\nAll those phantoms come and go.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "184 THE HALL OF SHADOWS.\\nThen that Page before the ladj\\nIn his strange sepulchral tone\\nCries again, I wait thy summons,\\nProud defier, false lone/\\nThen she kneels in prayer before him,\\nBut her tears and vows are vain\\nSin her cruel beauty uttered,\\nIs her meed of endless pain.\\nWith the billows and the tempest\\nLike a thousand fiends at strife,\\nFlings she far a precious jewel\\nWith this ring I m thine for life I\\nAs she shrieks the fatal challenge,\\nAll the spectres moan again\\nBut the mad-eyed Youth obeying,\\nSinks in silence neath the main.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "THE poet s offering. 185\\nTHE POET S OFFERING.\\nA WILD, untutored boy, the child of dreams\\nYou saw the shadow of their brooding- wings\\nAmid the brown locks on his veined brow,\\nAnd visionary sadness of those eyes,\\nTheir misty temple and their chosen home.\\nI saw him first among the wild, free groves\\nOf the New World that youngest child of nature.\\nHe had outgrown his bloom of years, and trode\\nWith bitter moaning up a thorny track,\\nWhere the feet sank as in a dark morass,\\nAnd the long brambles clung about his way,\\nAnd dragged him back when he would fain have\\nsought\\nTo mount some hill beyond and view the Sun.\\n8*", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "186 THE poet s offering.\\nHis soul was full of longiugs and unrest,\\nWhich aught he found was powerless to still\\nNor was it that he walked the earth alone,\\nFor there were kindred hearts around to love,\\nAnd those to whom his soul clung tenderl}^.\\nBut naught wore likeness of the dream he sought.\\nI saw him oft amid great cities din,\\nThat same unquiet shadow on his brow,\\nSo strange in one so young, with air perplexed,\\nAs him who in a wandering labyrinth sees\\nNo clue to lead him from the winding maze.\\nAnd often when the earth lay prone and red\\nBeneath the amorous Summer s warm embrace,\\nHe wandered mid the silence of a vale,\\nRemote and tranquil from the strife of tov/ns,\\nA lone and dreamy spot wdiich stilled the soul\\nOf him unquiet like a good man s prayer.\\nHe roved among the peaks that hemmed it in,\\nAnd gazed w^ith longing o er the wide expanse,\\nSick with the daring hope that filled his soul,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "THE poet s offering. 187\\nTo drag the Future from her dreamless rest,\\nAnd force her secrets through the Present s lips.\\nHe had dreams with clarion-tones, mad hopes,\\nThat waxed in stature like the Titan babes,\\nAnd were the strongest when he blindly deemed.\\nThe last had fallen from its grandeur dead.\\nHe groped amid a deep impenetrable gloom.\\nPressing a holly gainst his bruised lips,\\nWith fervent prayers for death who ne er had lived.\\nI know he struggled thus what seemed to him\\nThe space of many years, but counted time\\nBy heart-throbs, so he erred. There came a\\nchange\\nThe skies above took sudden hues of light,\\nLike those which go before a summer dawn.\\nThe path he trod grew gentler in its course,\\nWith flowrets waiting for the sun to ope.\\nAnd shed their perfume round his dreary way.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "188 THE poet s OFFERINa.\\nII.\\nTime passed he was a rover on the main,\\nThough still with all the freshness of yonng life\\nUpon his dreamy brow. The spirit forced him\\nFrom the still beauty of that valley haunt,\\nAnd held out promises more grand that they\\nWere misty as a landscape after rain.\\nThen among cities of the ancient World\\nHe was a wanderer, and at times amid\\nThe maddened worshipers of Pleasure s train,\\nFor all the strength of Youth was in his blood,\\nBut within the wildest of his orgies,\\nNe er forgot the aim that spirit-guide had shown.\\nThrough all his course it is not meet we follow\\nEnough that ere a lengthened season dimmed\\nThe whiteness of his boyish soul s sweet truth.\\nThat guide had bade him on. He rested now\\nBeneath the skies that long had been the home\\nOf his most gorgeous visions sate him down", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "THE poet s offering. 189\\nWithin the shade of ruins where the wind\\nSurged proudly up as it had caught a tone\\nOf funeral grandeur from the mighty Past.\\nAmong far shrines he wore the pilgrim s shoon,\\nAnd worshiped at the altars where his soul\\nHad knelt in dreams before. Why was he there\\nA voice had bade him on, a mighty will\\nHad tracked the course and he was weak to strive.\\nHe knew a change was nearing, but of what\\nHis hopes had taken all a voice and shape,\\nWaking faint echoes in the world s great heart,\\nBut, not of fame or praise that vision spoke.\\nIII.\\nThe boy had writ a wild, unstudied tale\\nWhich gave his soul relief, though faintly there\\nWere imaged spectres that his being saw.\\nThe shape which rose before his startled view\\nAnd grew his own, was fearful in its might\\nAnd could he but have pictured forth in words", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "190 THE poet s offering.\\nSights unto his spirit visible, that form\\nHad started up in presence like a god,\\nStern-visaged and gigantic-limbed, with shapes\\nMore varied than the tempter fiend of old,\\nAnd bared to each a face should seem his own.\\nAs shadows o er the water fell the forms,\\nAnd out from all his struggles naught was there\\nSave a weird picture dusk, confused and dim.\\nAnd strange, as broken statues, olden shields,\\nDraperies uncouth and gorgeous robes, all heaped\\nWithin the shadow of some antique shrine,\\nWith wild-eyed spectres gliding to and fro.\\nAnd moaning vainly o er an open grave.\\nWhile he was pausing midwaj^ in his task,\\nAmong the dreams that kept him company,\\nA sudden impulse called him forth one eve,\\nInto the world that he had left behind.\\nHast ever seen an eastern morning burst.\\nWithout a token in its grandeur forth,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "191\\nAnd all the sky before so pale and cold,\\nPut on such hues it seemed as if a troop\\nOf angels on a sudden spanned the arch,\\nAnd waved their golden mantles down the vault\\nHast had a wondrous hope spring up full-born,\\nLike Pallas from the brain of Jove, grand-statured,\\nOr from the widened sepulchre of time\\nFulfillment of a huge desire emerge,\\nAnother Lazarus although uncalled\\nThe morning broke upon his being there\\nUpstrode the sun, the Eastern gates oped wide\\nTo let his long and gorgeous train pass through.\\nLike some great warrior host with trappings grand,\\nAnd streaming banners all of gold and blue,\\nSweeping afar in royal strength and pride.\\nWith every gleaming ensign wide unfurled.\\nAnd blades of light along the azure track.\\nAs they had flung their burnished sabres down,\\nIn all the pomp of martial strength they came", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "192 THE poet s offering.\\nIt was his Life s transfiguration\\nNo more he trod the earth a man mong men,\\nHo was upraised to Heaven and walked in light.\\nHis soul spread wide her wings as yet untried,\\nAnd bathed exulting in a higher day,\\nWhile founts which long had woke in cold regret,\\nNow burst in all their singing glory forth,\\nAnd swelled the ocean where his hopes uprode.\\nHe knew not where he stood, saw naught of earth\\nBut seemed in one great space of light alone.\\nAnd in the distance where the glories met,\\nBeheld the image of his fairest dream.\\nWhen all this morn became more palpable.\\nHe knew he stood within a crowd that moved\\nIn idle mirth, nor had a passing glimpse\\nOf that elysium wherein he dwelt.\\nA young girl sat, serene light in her ejos,\\nWith not such beauty as the gay adore,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "193\\nBut like to Una s with her milk-white lamb.\\nHer face was clear with purity of truth,\\nAnd all emotions through its calm looked out,\\nAs dimpled waters through the sunlight s vail.\\nShe raised her eyes you thought almost she spoke,\\nThey poured such beams effulgent gladly forth\\nHe gazed until he could not turn away\\nHis soul liad asked an aim and one was given,\\nA faith, in shape so real it came. That eve\\nNo word was spoke and yet he deemed they held\\nA converse long, and when he went his w^ay\\nBethought him it was years since first they met.\\nShe was so like the form that long had moved\\nWithin the temple of his mind. They met\\nBut thrice, yet what those meetings were to him,\\nThe long unclouded sweep beyond this night.\\nWhere ye^rs and souls break into morning grand,\\nAlone should tell. She sat within the shade,\\nWhile glows of light from out an antique vase,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "194 THE poet s offering.\\nGemmed o er the dusky softness of her hair\\nDown flowed her azure robe in stirless folds\\nAn ancient sculptor would have made, so still\\nIn that strang-e speaking calmness there she leant.\\nShe looked not of the throng that moved around\\nLone as a statue in a garden placed,\\nLone as the midnight with the Vestal moon\\nWho treads with white feet up the aisled sky,\\nLone as a lily o er a torrent s edge\\nA dreaming Undine with Titania s grace.\\nGrand peals of music swelled upon the air,\\nAnd she was listening with her soul astir,\\nThat looked like sunlight from the upper skies\\nThrough the blue glory of her lambent orbs.\\nShe laid her hand in his without a word,\\nSave of the silent greeting eyes may give,\\nThen turned to that proud music surging up\\nWhich found responses in her breast. The boy\\nStood by to read the music in her face.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "THE POET S OFFERING. 196\\nAnd when the strain to which she listened died,\\nMoved not, the melody that stilled his heart\\nWas eloquent upon her lips and brow.\\nOnce that eve she put some flowers in his hand,\\nPerchance the movement of some passing thought,\\nBut had she lain her heart within his clasp,\\nHe had not trembled more from that excess\\nOf happiness.\\nAnd thus and there they parted I\\nThere was no time for speech and had there been,\\nHis lips had never dared to frame in words\\nThat which his heart dared not itself to name.\\nBut for an instant was her hand in his,\\nHer latest smile went down his soul in light.\\nLike some lone sunbeam through a minster-aisle.\\nThe simplest partings on those maiden lips.\\nThe same or colder than she gave those near;\\nThen a mist was o er his gaze he saw not\\nThe crowd that hovered near heard as afar", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "196 THE poet s offerings.\\nThe murmur of their laughing tones then looked,\\nAnd saw the throng divide as she swept through\\nThen close as waves of Life close o er our hopes\\nAnd he had lost her\\nDid they meet again\\nLearned she the secret that had grown his all\\nAnd if she knew, what was her heart s response\\nWere all the foldings of its leaves unswept,\\nAnd went she onward in her calm repose,\\nTo leave him groping mid the darkness still\\nOr was the quiet of her breast disturbed,\\nAnd the snowy altar where her spirit bowed,\\nLit with a holy flame fed by her hopes.\\nHer prayers, her dreams? Alas, I cannot tell,\\nAs yet the fulness of the time was not\\nThe Summer and her breath the flowers died.\\nAnd still among his dreams the poet sat,\\nAnd dared not hope and would not yield to fear.\\nI know he gave unto the world his book,", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "THE poet s offering. 197\\nYet twas not for its cliildren that he gave,\\nBut laid it as an ofiering he might make\\nUpon the shrine where he had lain his heart,\\nAnd mid the duskj^ sadness of his soul.\\nSat waiting for her answer.\\nTHE END.", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0205.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0206.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0207.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0208.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0209.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0210.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3484", "width": "2137", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0211.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "iS.^ O CONGRESS\\n^s~^mmm\\n016 211 580 7\\nti\\nI\\n;il!!\\n\\\\m", "height": "3632", "width": "2425", "jp2-path": "shadowworshipero00bene_0212.jp2"}}