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To-come a misnomer, It and their idols? Sacristan, acolyte, player, or preacher, Each to his office, but who holds the key? Death, only Death thou, the ultimate teacher Wilt show it to me. And when the forts and the barriers fall, Shall we then find One the true, the almighty, Wisely to speak with the worst of us all Ah, Aphrodite!
The To-come was before her bleak, grey and bereft; the roseate hues of love's delight lay all in the Gone-by. Her love was of no avail. It had fluttered back to her, a wounded, helpless thing. The striking of the clock roused her at last. It was the hour at which she usually bade him good-night, and she rose from her chair. Following her habit she crossed the room and rang the bell.
To-come a misnomer, It and their idols? Sacristan, acolyte, player, or preacher, Each to his office, but who holds the key? Death, only Death thou, the ultimate teacher Wilt show it to me. And when the forts and the barriers fall, Shall we then find One the true, the almighty, Wisely to speak with the worst of us all Ah, Aphrodite!
The Exhibition would open within two days, and this was to be her contribution. A sad-eyed Cassandra, with pallid, prescient, woe-struck features an over-mastering face, wherein the flickering light of divination struggled feebly with the human horror of the To-Come, whose hideous mysteries were known only to the royal prophetess.
But now the girl was older, and if once she had her imagination awakened, her fearful directness would touch the spot, question, bring on the scene to-come, necessarily to come, dreaded much more than death by her mother. But if it might be postponed till the girl was nearer to an age of grave understanding, with some knowledge of our world, some comprehension of a case that could be pleaded!
"What a place!" said the professor, halting the beast he rode, which, like its fellows, instead of paying the slightest heed seemed to welcome the rest; and they all stood bowing their heads gently as if it were a mere matter of course, and no broad hint of their fate in the to-come.
For her the rosy mist that usually hovers over futurity had been swept rudely aside, the softening glow of the To-Come had been precipitated into a dull, pitiless leaden ever present, at which she never raved nor railed, but inflexibly fought on, expecting neither sunshine nor succour, unappalled and patient as some stony figure of Fate, which chiselled when the race was young, feels the shrouding sands of centuries drifting around and over it, but makes no moan over the buried youth, and watches the approaching night with the same calm, steadfast gaze that looked upon the starry dawn, and the golden glory of the noon.
How wonderful that this our narrow foothold of the Present should hold its own so constantly, and, while every moment changing, should still be like a rock betwixt the encountering tides of the long Past and the infinite To-come! Man of marble though he was, the sculptor grieved for the Irrevocable.
And all in the air a fluttered consciousness of the to-come, the present nothing, an hour hence everything like the suspense of nature before gales, and that greatness and novelty of marriage- mornings: for such a bride that day would rush to the brine as it had never embraced.
I'm fain To own my error, not withouten pain. Yea, of the cheat first was I made aware, Seeing myself of her forsaken sheer, In whom I hoped alone; For, when I deemed myself most fairly grown Into her favour and her servant dear, Without her thought or care Of my to-come despair, I found she had another's merit ta'en To heart and put me from her with disdain.
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