Salt Lake Times | 1890-06-13 | Page 3 | A Mystery

A MYSTERY. That lunlen day no living shadow swept Aoroet the hills, fleet shadow chasing light, Twin of Um sailing cloud; but milts, wool white. Slow stealing mists, on those heaved shoulders shoul-ders crept. And wrought about the strong hills while they : slept In witches' wise, and rapt their forms fron i sight. . j Dreamt were they less than dream, tha no blest height And farthest; and the chilly woodland wept A sunless day and sad ; yet ail the while Within the grave green twilight of the wood, Inscrutable, immutable, apart, j Hearkening the brook, whose song she understood, under-stood, ! The secret birch tree kept her silver smile, j Strange as the peace that gleams at sorrow! 1 heart, j Helen Gray Cone in Century, j ' i