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POETRY.

ROMANCE IN THE MARKET-PLACE. You stood beside the flowers, Yourself a flower ; And on your face Tho twilight stayed another hour, It shone bo pale ; And all around men talked as in a marketplace. I beard tiiem talk, and felt No interest stain what' they said. Roses were nigh you, and upon the air Tbe breath of love, And all about tho world moved on with nervous tread. I heard it not ; far down And round about My soul you drew The veils that shut the loud earth out, And I and you Were there alone, no one beside but I and you ! What words were those we said ? Old ones, perchance, Pale with the pain Of all who've kissed and talked romance. And sig-lied farewell, And mixed their tears and kissed, and sighed farewell again. We stood a sainted while, And then your hand ( Sought to bo free, And you woro gone and all the land Was under gloom , And lamps were lit for other men, but none for me. I stood and watched you go, And suddenly V The loud world grew, Like some great-voiced, insetting sea ; And men went by, Talking of trade and war and all but love and you. — Eodebic Quinn, in the Bulletin.

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Evening Post, Volume LVI, Issue 74, 24 September 1898, Page 2 (Supplement)

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POETRY. Evening Post, Volume LVI, Issue 74, 24 September 1898, Page 2 (Supplement)

POETRY. Evening Post, Volume LVI, Issue 74, 24 September 1898, Page 2 (Supplement)