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Over the frozen hill he came,
Like one who is neither strong nor lame;
Like one who is neither strong nor lame;
And I saw his face as he passed me by,
And the hateful look of his dead-fish eye:
And the hateful look of his dead-fish eye:
His face, like the face of a wrinkled child
Who has never laughed or played or smiled.
Who has never laughed or played or smiled.
I watched him till his work was done;
And suddenly God went out of the sun,
And suddenly God went out of the sun,
Went out of the sun without a sound
But the great pigs trampling the frozen ground.
But the great pigs trampling the frozen ground.
The hunchback turned and retracked the snows;
But where God's gone, there's no man knows.
But where God's gone, there's no man knows.
Poetry, A Magazine of VerseJohn Peale Bishop
MY DELIGHT
Thick and stormy was the night,
Not a single star,
When I climbed to my delight,
Where the roses are;
Not a single star,
When I climbed to my delight,
Where the roses are;
Where the roses are and love,
In a bower warm,
Climbing up to heaven above
Night and wind and storm.
In a bower warm,
Climbing up to heaven above
Night and wind and storm.
Contemporary VerseGamaliel Bradford
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