THE SECRET WAY
by: Zona Gale (1874-1938)
- TARK
on the window's early grey
- Lined out in squares by casement bars,
- She saw her lily lift to take
- The sinking stars.
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- Within the room's delaying dark
- Intimate things lay dim and still
- With all their day-time friendliness
- Gone false and chill.
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- Her hand upon the coverlet,
- Her face low in the linen's cleft,
- They were as wan as water-flowers
- By light bereft.
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- And never was bloom brought to her couch
- But shed the odour of a sigh
- Because she was as white as they,
- And they must die.
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- "O Pale, lit deep within the dark
- Of your young eyes, a stifled light
- Leaps thin and keen as melody
- And leavens night.
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- "It is a light that did not burn
- When you were gay at mart and fair;
- O Pale, what is that starry fire,
- Fed unaware?"
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- Then softly she: "I may not tell
- What other eyes behold in mine;
- But I have melted night and day
- In some wild wine.
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- "I may not read the graven cup
- Exhaustless as a brimming bell
- Distilling silver; but I drank
- And all is well.
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- "One morn like this, bitter still,
- I waited for the early stir
- Of those who slept the while I watched
- What muffled wonders were.
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- "I saw my lily on the sill;
- I saw my mirror on the wall
- Take light that was not; and I saw
- My spectral taper tall.
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- "Why I had known these quiet things
- Since I could speak. Yet suddenly
- They all touched hands and in one breath
- They spoke to me.
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- "I may not tell you what they said.
- The strange part is that I must lie
- And never tell you what we say--
- These things and I.
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- "I only know that common things
- Bear sudden little spirits set
- Free by the rose of dawn and by
- Night's violet.
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- "I only know that when I hear
- Clear tone, the haunted echoes bear
- Legions of little winged feet
- On printless air.
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- "And when warm colour weds my look
- A word is uttered tremblingly,
- With meaning fall--but I know not
- What it may be.
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- "I only know that now I find
- Abiding beauty everywhere;
- Or if it bide not, that it fades
- Is still more fair.
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- I long to question those I love
- And yet I know not what to say;
- I am alone as one upon
- Some secret way.
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- "My words are barren of my bliss;
- The strange part is that I must lie
- And never tell you what we say--
- These things and I.
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- "So will it be when I am not.
- A little more perhaps to tell;
- Yet then as now I may not say
- What I know well."
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- She died when all the east was red.
- And we are they who know her fate
- Because we love the way of life
- That she had found too late.
"The Secret Way" is reprinted
from The Secret Way. Zona Gale. New York: Macmillan Co.,
1921. |
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