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His heart was so full of it, his throat
Could scarce, at first, free
The song, that took fire, climbed, note by note,
Neared heaven, came short, turned sad, fell remote,
Lay still. So with me.
Could scarce, at first, free
The song, that took fire, climbed, note by note,
Neared heaven, came short, turned sad, fell remote,
Lay still. So with me.
Harper's MagazineBenjamin R. C. Low
THE HOUSE WITH THE MARBLE STEPS
He built the house to show his neighbors
That decent thrift could lead to this,
A giddy reason for his labors,
A bright brick apothesis.
That decent thrift could lead to this,
A giddy reason for his labors,
A bright brick apothesis.
He was not one to be bulldozed
By sentiment, and he had planned
Past whispered sneers when he foreclosed
The mortgage on this very land.
By sentiment, and he had planned
Past whispered sneers when he foreclosed
The mortgage on this very land.
He'd forced his way with prudent greed
While they at best remained the same.
He gauged the folly of a creed
Which keeps a lame purse always lame.
While they at best remained the same.
He gauged the folly of a creed
Which keeps a lame purse always lame.
Well, here it was, and in the road
He stood and tallied beam and rafter.
The cost would be a heavy load
He'd tell you, twisting into laughter.
He stood and tallied beam and rafter.
The cost would be a heavy load
He'd tell you, twisting into laughter.
The window-edges were of stone,
A soapy limestone smooth and fair.
The floors were all hard wood and none
Tailed off to pine beneath a stair.
A soapy limestone smooth and fair.
The floors were all hard wood and none
Tailed off to pine beneath a stair.
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