Drolls From ShadowlandPearce, J. H. (Joseph Henry)
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Drolls From Shadowland
Pearce, J. H. (Joseph Henry)
Cornwall (England : County) -- Fiction; Fantasy fiction
I chose the pleasantest of the maidens who fluttered through my world;
and I knew her beautiful, and I believed her to be true. But that old
clown Circumstance was piping in the market-place, shewing his
cheap-jack wares to catch the fancies of the maidens, and my sweetheart,
caught in the excitement of the moment, presently paid down for one of
his flashy baubles no less a price than her own young heart.
Then I said, I will look abroad in the market-place myself. Through the
clatter of feet and the babble of many voices, I may perhaps catch a
whisper, a hint of Her presence. Possibly She may love the eager haunts
of men even more than She loves the silent haunt of the wood-dove and
the great wide moors where the kite circles slowly. I will move among my
fellows and will search for Her there.
But the market-place with its thud, thud, thud of many feet, and its
clatter of vehicles, and its buzz of many voices, was a busy spot, and
the pleasures were very cheap ones: and not here could I manage to get a
glimpse of Her face.
I looked in the shops, and I stood beside the hawkers, and I listened to
the sellers and gossiped with those who bought; but the noise, and the
heat, and the dust that rose so thickly, were more than I had bargained
for, and I felt lonely and disillusioned: so I very lamely turned my
back on it all, and went away feeling that I should never find Her
there.
Then I built for myself a study into which I gathered covetously the
most perfect vintage of the human intellect--the ripest fruit our wise
race has garnered during all the years it has been harvesting from time.
And here I sat me down waiting for my Belovèd. She will surely show Her
face to me here, said I.
The wind rattled the casement; the lamp-flame shook tremulously; and the
fire burned cheerfully in the grotesque-tiled grate. I could hear the
rain viciously swishing against the window-panes and gurgling
unmelodiously through the gutters and from the pipes, but She whom I
desired came not to keep me company.
For all the feast I have gathered for us, and for all the comfort I have
secured for Her, She holds aloof, and I have never seen Her yet.
And sometimes now I fancy that possibly I may never see Her: but that
one day, when I am lying in my coffin, She will press Her lips to
mine--and I shall never know.
A PLEASANT ENTERTAINMENT.
"I HAVE here," said the Showman, "the most interesting entertainment to
be witnessed on earth! Walk up! walk up, and judge for yourselves!" And
with that he beat the drum and blew shrilly on the pipes.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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