Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 150, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 June 1911 — The Under Word. [ARTICLE]

The Under Word.

So much of me Is dead—Oh, Why -not sill. The years are cast upon me as a pall; The hairs are turned to ashes on my ■ - head;. - My footsteps are through ashes everywhere—So much of me is dead! (“But not the living, fiery spark of thy despair.’*) So much of me is dead! Those who once called me dear are past my call: Into the boundless Night they all are fled. I lived In them, and they in me by right— So much of me is dead! (“But not thy Memory’s steady alabastrine light.) So much of me Is dead—Oh, why not all! Hourly, from mine own self away I fall. Hope and Desire and Wifi already shed. And Knowledge fading as a candle spent— So much of me is dead! (“But not some kindling Knowledge of the imminent.’*) —Edith M. Thomas In Harper’s Basar.