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〃Nay； nay； you teasing wench； I say！ You know you speak mistakenly。
Cannot a tired pedestrian who has footed it afar
Here on his way from northern parts； engrossed in humble marketings；
Come in and rest awhile； although judicial doings are
Afoot by morning star？〃
〃O； come； come！〃 laughed the constables。 〃Why； man； you speak the
dialect
He uses in his answers； you can hear him up the stairs。
So own it。 We sha'n't hurt ye。 There he's speaking now！ His
syllables
Are those you sound yourself when you are talking unawares；
As this pretty girl declares。〃
〃And you shudder when his chain clinks！〃 she rejoined。 〃O yes； I
noticed it。
And you winced； too； when those cuffs they gave him echoed to us
here。
They'll soon be coming down； and you may then have to defend
yourself
Unless you hold your tongue； or go away and keep you clear
When he's led to judgment near！〃
〃No！ I'll be damned in hell if I know anything about the man！
No single thing about him more than everybody knows！
Must not I even warm my hands but I am charged with blasphemies？〃 。
。 。
… His face convulses as the morning cock that moment crows；
And he stops； and turns； and goes。
THE OBLITERATE TOMB
〃More than half my life long
Did they weigh me falsely； to my bitter wrong；
But they all have shrunk away into the silence
Like a lost song。
〃And the day has dawned and come
For forgiveness； when the past may hold it dumb
On the once reverberate words of hatred uttered
Half in delirium 。 。 。
〃With folded lips and hands
They lie and wait what next the Will commands；
And doubtless think； if think they can： 'Let discord
Sink with Life's sands！'
〃By these late years their names；
Their virtues； their hereditary claims；
May be as near defacement at their grave…place
As are their fames。〃
Such thoughts bechanced to seize
A traveller's minda man of memories …
As he set foot within the western city
Where had died these
Who in their lifetime deemed
Him their chief enemyone whose brain had schemed
To get their dingy greatness deeplier dingied
And disesteemed。
So； sojourning in their town；
He mused on them and on their once renown；
And said； 〃I'll seek their resting…place to…morrow
Ere I lie down；
〃And end； lest I forget；
Those ires of many years that I regret；
Renew their names； that men may see some liegeness
Is left them yet。〃
Duly next day he went
And sought the church he had known them to frequent；
And wandered in the precincts； set on eyeing
Where they lay pent；
Till by remembrance led
He stood at length beside their slighted bed；
Above which； truly； scarce a line or letter
Could now be read。
〃Thus years obliterate
Their graven worth； their chronicle； their date！
At once I'll garnish and revive the record
Of their past state；
〃That still the sage may say
In pensive progress here where they decay；
'This stone records a luminous line whose talents
Told in their day。'〃
While speaking thus he turned；
For a form shadowed where they lay inurned；
And he beheld a stranger in foreign vesture；
And tropic…burned。
〃Sir； I am right pleased to view
That ancestors of mine should interest you；
For I have come of purpose here to trace them 。 。 。
They are time…worn； true；
〃But that's a fault； at most；
Sculptors can cure。 On the Pacific coast
I have vowed for long that relics of my forbears
I'd trace ere lost；
〃And hitherward I come；
Before this same old Time shall strike me numb；
To carry it out。〃〃Strange； this is！〃 said the other；
〃What mind shall plumb
〃Coincident design！
Though these my father's enemies were and mine；
I nourished a like purposeto restore them
Each letter and line。〃
〃Such magnanimity
Is now not needed； sir； for you will see
That since I am here； a thing like this is； plainly；
Best done by me。〃
The other bowed； and left；
Crestfallen in sentiment； as one bereft
Of some fair object he had been moved to cherish；
By hands more deft。
And as he slept that night
The phantoms of the ensepulchred stood up…right
Before him； trembling that he had set him seeking
Their charnel…site。
And； as unknowing his ruth；
Asked as with terrors founded not on truth
Why he should want them。 〃Ha；〃 they hollowly hackered；
〃You come； forsooth；
〃By stealth to obliterate
Our graven worth； our chronicle； our date；
That our descendant may not gild the record
Of our past state；
〃And that no sage may say
In pensive progress near where we decay：
'This stone records a luminous line whose talents
Told in their day。'〃
Upon the morrow he went
And to that town and churchyard never bent
His ageing footsteps till； some twelvemonths onward；
An accident
Once more detained him there；
And； stirred by hauntings； he must needs repair
To where the tomb was。 Lo； it stood still wasting
In no man's care。
〃The travelled man you met
The last time；〃 said the sexton； 〃has not yet
Appeared again； though wealth he had in plenty。
Can he forget？
〃The architect was hired
And came here on smart summons as desired；
But never the descendant came to tell him
What he required。〃
And so the tomb remained
Untouched； untended； crumbling； weather…stained；
And though the one…time foe was fain to right it
He still refrained。
〃I'll set about it when
I am sure he'll come no more。 Best wait till then。〃
But so it was that never the stranger entered
That city again。
And the well…meaner died
While waiting tremulously unsatisfied
That no return of the family's foreign scion
Would still betide。
And many years slid by；
And active church…restorers cast their eye
Upon the ancient garth and hoary building
The tomb stood nigh。
And when they had scraped each wall；
Pulled out the stately pews； and smartened all；
〃It will be well；〃 declared the spruce church…warden；
〃To overhaul
〃And broaden this path where shown；
Nothing prevents it but an old tombstone
Pertaining to a family forgotten；
Of deeds unknown。
〃Their names can scarce be read；
Depend on't； all who care for them are dead。〃
So went the tomb； whose shards were as path…paving
Distributed。
Over it and about
Men's footsteps beat； and wind and water…spout；
Until the names； aforetime gnawed by weathers；
Were quite worn out。
So that no sage can say
In pensive progress near where they decay；
〃This stone records a luminous line whose talents
Told in their day。〃
〃REGRET NOT ME〃
Regret not me；
Beneath the sunny tree
I lie uncaring； slumbering peacefully。
Swift as the light
I flew my faery flight；
Ecstatically I moved； and feared no night。
I did not know
That heydays fade and go；
But deemed that what was would be always so。
I skipped at morn
Between the yellowing corn；
Thinking it good and glorious to be born。
I ran at eves
Among the piled…up sheaves；
Dreaming； 〃I grieve not； therefore nothing grieves。〃
Now soon will come
The apple； pear； and plum
And h