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And so we went our way,--yes, hand in hand,Like two lost children in some magic woodBaffled and baffling with enchanter's wandThe various beasts that..

She went on talking like a running stream,Without more reason or more pause or stayThan to gather breath and then pursue her whimJust where it led..

I fled the booth with feelings as of Cain,Yet laughing at my own bewilderment.My cheeks had blushed till it was physical pain,And my eyes smarted...

Me, too, she doubtless read. For, with her handRaised as for help and pointing to a chair,She bade me, with a gesture, part commandAnd part entreaty..

A second warning, nor unheeded. YetThe thought appealed to me as no strange thing,Pure though I was, that love impure had setIts seal on that fair..

She was a little woman dressed in black,Who stood on tiptoe with a childish air,Her face and figure hidden in a sacque,All but her eyes and forehead..

Beyond her sat a second monster. SheIn shape and sense was undisguisedly real,An ox--eyed queen of full--fed majestyAnd giant height and comeliness..

An instant, just an instant, and no more,And it was gone, and I with eyes unsealedSaw the bald pageant stripped to its thought's core,And naked there..

It was a booth no larger than the rest,No loftier fashioned and no more sublime,As poor a shrine as ever youth possessedIn which to worship truth..

I had made my round, as yet with little gainOf undiscovered good in that gay place.I had sought my share of pleasure, but in vain.Laughter was not..

The Lyons fair! In truth it was a HeavenFor idlers' eyes, a feast of curious things,Swings, roundabouts, and shows, the Champions Seven,Dramas of..

I had been an hour at Lyons. My breath comesFast when I think of it. An hour, no more,I trod those streets and listened to the drums,The mirth, the..

This was my term of glory. All who knowSomething of life will guess untold the end.In love, one ever kisses for his woe,One lends his cheek, alas! or..

Who has not wept with Manon? Of all talesThat thrill youth's fancy or to tears or mirthNone other is there where such grief prevails,Such passionate..

We stayed at Lyons three days, only three,In Esther's world of wonder and renown,She, glorious star, each night immortallyPlaying her Manons to the..

I must not speak of it. Even yet my heartIs but a feeble thing to fret and cry,And it might chance to wake and with a start,When nights were still..

For Esther was a woman most completeIn all her ways of loving. And with meDealt as one deals who careless of deceitAnd rich in all things is of all..

I lived with Esther, not for many days,If days be counted by the fall of nightAnd the sun's rising, yet through years of praise,If truth be timepiece..

When I hear laughter from a tavern door,When I see crowds agape and in the rainWatching on tiptoe and with stifled roarTo see a rocket fired or a..

I stopped, I listened, and I entered in,With half--a--dozen more, that sight to see.``The Booth of Beauty,'' 'twas a name of sinWhich seemed..

And thus it is. The tale I have to tellIs such another. He who reads shall findThat which he brings to it of Heaven or HellFor his best recompense..

A little honey! Ay, a little sweet,A little pleasure when the years were young,A joyous measure trod by dancing feet,A tale of folly told by a loved..

Yes, who shall tell the value of our tears,Whether we wept aright or idly grieved?There is a tragedy in unloved years,And in those passionate hours..

When is life other than a tragedy,Whether it is played in tears from the first scene,In sable robes and grief's mute pageantry,For loves that died..

Lightly took she her leave of me, Asmá--u,went no whit as a guest who outstays a welcome;Went forgetting our trysts, Burkát Shemmá--u,all the joys of..