In Divers Tones

by Charles G.D. Roberts

Edited by Tracy Ware


 

MIST


 

Its hand compassionate guards our restless sight
   Against how many a harshness, many an ill!
   Tender as sleep, its shadowy palms distil
Weird vapors that ensnare our eyes with light.
Rash eyes, kept ignorant in their own despite,
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   It lets not see the unsightliness they will,
   But paints each scanty fairness fairer still,
And still deludes us to our own delight.

It fades, regathers, never quite dissolves.
   And ah that life, ah that the heart and brain

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   Might keep their mist and glamour, not to know
So soon the disenchantment and the pain!
   But one by one our dear illusions go,
   Stript and cast forth as time’s slow wheel revolves.