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XXI. A TEMPEST. An awful tempest mashed the air, The clouds were gaunt and few; A black, as of a spectre's cloak, Hid heaven and earth from view. The creatures chuckled on the roofs And whistled in the air, And shook their fists and gnashed their teeth. And swung their frenzied hair. The morning lit, the birds arose; The monster's faded eyes Turned slowly to his native coast, And peace was Paradise! TWENTY ONE A TEMPEST AN AWFUL TEMPEST MASHED THE AIR THE CLOUDS WERE GAUNT AND FEW A BLACK AS OF A SPECTRE'S CLOAK HID HEAVEN AND EARTH FROM VIEW THE CREATURES CHUCKLED ON THE ROOFS AND WHISTLED IN THE AIR AND SHOOK THEIR FISTS AND GNASHED THEIR TEETH AND SWUNG THEIR FRENZIED HAIR THE MORNING LIT THE BIRDS AROSE THE MONSTER'S FADED EYES TURNED SLOWLY TO HIS NATIVE COAST AND PEACE WAS PARADISE
-- then my shoes Would overflow with pearl. Until we met the solid town, No man he seemed to know; And bowing with a mighty look At me, the sea withdrew. XX. OLD-FASHIONED. Arcturus is his other name, -- I'd rather call him star! It's so unkind of science To go and interfere! I pull a flower from the woods, -- A monster with a glass Computes the stamens in a breath, And has her in a class. Whereas I took the butterfly Aforetime in my hat, He sits erect in cabinets, The clover-bells forgot. What once was heaven, is zenith now. Where I proposed to go When time's brief masquerade was done, Is mapped, and charted too! What if the poles should frisk about And stand upon their heads! I hope I 'm ready for the worst, Whatever prank betides! Perhaps the kingdom of Heaven 's changed! I hope the children there Won't be new-fashioned when I come, And laugh at me, and stare! I hope the father in the skies Will lift his little girl, -- Old-fashioned, naughty, everything, -- Over the stile of pearl! BEHIND I FELT HIS SILVER HEEL UPON MY ANKLE THAN MY SHOES WOULD OVERFLOW WITH PEARL UNTIL WE MET THE SOLID TOWN NO MAN HE SEEMED TO KNOW AND BOWING WITH A MIGHTY LOOK AT ME THE SEA WITHDREW TWENTY OLD FASHIONED ARCTURUS IS HIS OTHER NAME I'D RATHER CALL HIM STAR IT'S SO UNKIND OF SCIENCE TO GO AND INTERFERE I PULL A FLOWER FROM THE WOODS A MONSTER WITH A GLASS COMPUTES THE STAMENS IN A BREATH AND HAS HER IN A CLASS WHEREAS I TOOK THE BUTTERFLY AFORETIME IN MY HAT HE SITS ERECT IN CABINETS THE CLOVER BELLS FORGOT WHAT ONCE WAS HEAVEN IS ZENITH NOW WHERE I PROPOSED TO GO WHEN TIME'S BRIEF MASQUERADE WAS DONE IS MAPPED AND CHARTERED TOO WHAT IF THE POLES SHOULD FRISK ABOUT AND STAND UPON THEIR HEADS I HOPE I'M READY FOR THE WORST WHATEVER PRANK BETIDES PERHAPS THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN'S CHANGED I HOPE THE CHILDREN THERE WON'T BE NEW FASHIONED WHEN I COME AND LAUGH AT ME AND STARE I HOPE THE FATHER IN THE SKIES WILL LIFT HIS LITTLE GIRL OLD FASHIONED NAUGHTY EVERYTHING OVER THE STYLE OF PEARL
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