Carolina Chansons

Carolina Chansons

by DuBose Heyward
     
 

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"[...] And must the old priest wake with fright Because the wind is high tonight? Because the yellow moonlight dead Lies silent as a word unsaid- What dreams had he upon his bed? Listen-the storm! The winter moon scuds high and bare; Her light is old upon his hair; The gray priest muses in a prayer: "Christ Jesus, when I come to die Grant me a clean, sweet, summer…  See more details below

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"[...] And must the old priest wake with fright Because the wind is high tonight? Because the yellow moonlight dead Lies silent as a word unsaid- What dreams had he upon his bed? Listen-the storm! The winter moon scuds high and bare; Her light is old upon his hair; The gray priest muses in a prayer: "Christ Jesus, when I come to die Grant me a clean, sweet, summer sky, Without the mad wind's panther cry. Send me a little garden breeze To gossip in magnolia trees; For I have heard, these fifty years, Confessions muttered at my ears, Till every mumble of the wind Is like tired voices that have sinned, And furtive skirling of the leaves Like feet about the priest-house eaves, And moans seem like the unforgiven That mutter at the gate of heaven, Ghosts from the sea that passed unshriven. And it was just this time of night There came a boy with lantern light And he was linen-pale with fright; It was not hard to guess my task, Although I raised the sash to ask- 'Oh, Father,' cried the boy, 'Oh, [...]".

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ISBN-13:
9781503397606
Publisher:
CreateSpace Publishing
Publication date:
05/08/2015
Pages:
50
Product dimensions:
6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.10(d)

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