The Vagrant of Time

by Charles G.D. Roberts


 

ALL NIGHT THE LONE CICADA


 

ALL night the lone cicada
    Kept shrilling through the rain,
A voice of joy undaunted
    By unforgotten pain.

Down from the tossing branches

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    Rang out the high refrain,
By tumult undisheartened,
    By storm assailed in vain.

To looming vasts of mountain,
    To shadowy deeps of plain

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The ephemeral, brave defiance
    Adventured not in vain,—

Till to my faltering spirit,
    And to my weary brain,
From loss and fear and failure

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    My joy returned again.