Show i j I A Slim l Y Youth Q o Called Shelley 4 i I I By NANCY BYRD TURNER I His Hig name was Hogg North countryman he came Stodgy and staid to learn at Oxford town But studied most to have his muffins brown His bitter tea well weIl brewed and blinked at fame Nor dimly dreamed his shabby door would frame A bright Impetuous angel that his hearth Ashen unkempt would kindle for all aU the earth And all aU the winds of time a quenchless flame Yet often as the hour hour drew late and stark He saw his threshold tremble sudden alight And wrote heart shaken when the years ears grew chill I used to hear him lim running In the dark darl Across the old quadrangles through the night L Adding I I 1 seem seem to o hear those footsteps still In r-In In the July Scribners Scribner r |