You are over there, Father Malloy… Where holy ground is, and the cros… Not here with us on the hill— Us of wavering faith, and clouded… And drifting hope, and unforgiven…

There would be a knock at the door And I would arise at midnight and… Where belated travelers would hear… Sepulchral boards and tacking sati… And often I wondered who would go…

In my Spanish cloak, And old slouch hat, And overshoes of felt, And Tyke, my faithful dog, And my knotted hickory cane,

Why was I not devoured by self-co… And rotted down by indifference And impotent revolt like Indignat… Why, with all of my errant steps Did I miss the fate of Willard F…

While I was handling Dom Pedro I got at the thing that divides th… For singing “Turkey in the straw”… (Like Rile Potter used to sing it… For cards, or for Rev. Peet’s lec…

You would not believe, would you That I came from good Welsh stock… That I was purer blooded than the… And of more direct lineage than th… And Virginians of Spoon River?

I know that he told how I snared… With a snare which bled him to dea… And all the men loved him, And most of the women pitied him. But suppose you are really a lady,…

When Reuben Pantier ran away and… I went to Springfield. There I m… Whose father just deceased left hi… He married me when drunk. My life… A year passed and one day they fou…

I was the laughing-stock of the vi… Chiefly of the people of good sens… Also of the learned, like Rev. Pe… The same as English. For instead of talking free trade,

In my life I was the town drunkar… When I died the priest denied me… In holy ground. The which rebounded to my good for… For the Protestants bought this l…

Their spirits beat upon mine Like the wings of a thousand butte… I closed my eyes and felt their sp… I closed my eyes, yet I knew when… Fringed their cheeks from downcast…

There at Geneva where Mt. Blanc… The wine-hued lake like a cloud, w… Out of an empty sky of blue, and t… Hurried under the bridge through c… And the music along the cafés was…

You, if it fall to you to take From us the lamp that Athens gave… Fill it with mercy for our sake, And light us gently to the grave. The Goth and Vandal rendered not

What do you see now? Globes of red, yellow, purple. Just a moment! And now? My father and mother and sisters. Yes! And now?

I staggered on through darkness, There was a hazy sky, a few stars Which I followed as best I could. It was nine o’clock, I was trying… But somehow I was lost,