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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1909 Excerpt: ...as the tinkle of slow brooks they run. Measure me, treasure me, let me not go Ere I have yielded thee all thou shouldst know! Exit Eighth Hour. Ninth Hour (entering, robed in blue, so pale th... More

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1909 Excerpt: ...as the tinkle of slow brooks they run. Measure me, treasure me, let me not go Ere I have yielded thee all thou shouldst know! Exit Eighth Hour. Ninth Hour (entering, robed in blue, so pale that it is almost white). Dust of the roadway, fragrance of clover, Come I to tell thee task hours are over. Stray with me, play with me, shadow and sun Are thine for the asking! Task hours are done! Exit Ninth Hour. Tenth Hour (entering, violet robed, with touches of gold). I bring the robin's sunset note--Echoes that through the clear air float, The homing sounds of beast and bird, Of shy brown wren and lowing herd; While in the Western sky I set Like a flaming parapet Clouds of rose and violet. Gaze at them and they shall seem Like wondrous countries of a dream. Golden crags and boulders piled By some sea-coast strange and wild, Or gardens rosy with new flowers, Or cities with a hundred towers, Or only flocks with fleece of gold Crossing to their azure fold. Power to fashion dreamily Is the gift I bring to thee. Exit Tenth Hour. Eleventh Hour enters very slow and stately, with finger on lip, wearing trailing gray robe and silver sandals. Eleventh Hour. Soft, with finger on my lip, Through sunset's closing gate I slip, Mystic, slow. From the marshes comes a chir, And from night bird's nests a stir As I go, And my trailing garments fold Like a silvery mist is rolled, Faint and gray; And I close the starry eyes Of each flower that near me lies As I stray. Blurring shadows, falling dew, Scents that daylight never knew... Fern and grass... Hushed song and folded wing! Take the wonder that I bring Ere I pass. Exit Eleventh Hour. The Twelfth Hour enters with round golden moon held high in hand. The Child drowses by the ruined shrine. Twelfth Hour (robed in black with touches ...

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