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The Bibelot

VOLUME X

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From The Bibelot, A Reprint of Poetry and Prose for Book Lovers, chosen in part from scarce editions and sources not generally known, Volume X, Testimonial Edition, Edited and Originally Published by Thomas B. Mosher, Portland, Maine; Wm. Wise & Co.; New York; 1904; p. 305.

IX. ALONG THE TRAIL: LYRICS BY RICHARD HOVEY.




305

AFTER BUSINESS HOURS.




WHEN I sit down with thee at last alone,
Shut out the wrangle of the clashing day,
    The scrape of petty jars that fret and fray,
    The snarl and yelp of brute beasts for a bone;
When thou and I sit down at last alone,
    And through the dusk of rooms divinely gray
    Spirit to spirit finds its voiceless way,
    As tone melts meeting in accordant tone, —
Oh, then our souls. for in the vast of sky,
    Look from a tower, too high for sound of strife
    Or any violation of the town,
Where the great vacant winds of God go by,
    And over the huge misshapen city of life
    Love pours his silence and his moonlight down.














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