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Half in anger, half in shame,
Slowly from his canvas palace.
a Let no hand the bird molest,”
'T is the wife of some deserter l’’
Swift as bowstring speeds a shaft,
And the soldiers, as they quaffed
Flemish beer at dinner, laughed
At the Emperor's pleasant humor.
So unharmed and unafraid
Till the constant cannonade
Through the walls a breach had made,
And the siege was thus concluded.
Then the army, elsewhere bent,
Very curtly, “Leave it standing !”
So it stood there all alone,
Till the brood was fledged and flown,
Singing o'er those walls of stone
THE TWO ANGELS.
Two angels, one of Life and one of Death, Passed o'er our village as the morning broke;
The dawn was on their faces, and beneath, The sombre houses hearsed with plumes of
Their attitude and aspect were the same,
The place where thy beloved are at rest!”
And he who wore the crown of asphodels,
The waters sink before an earthquake's shock.
I recognized the nameless agony,
That oft before had filled or haunted me,
The door I opened to my heavenly guest, And listened, for I thought I heard God's voice;
And, knowing whatsoe'er he sent was best,
Dared neither to lament nor to rejoice.
Then with a smile, that filled the house with
On his celestial embassy he sped.
'T was at thy door, Ofriend! and not at mine, The angel with the amaranthine wreath, Pausing, descended, and with voice divine, Whispered a word that had a sound like Death.
Then fell upon the house a sudden gloom,
Two angels issued, where but one went in.