XII 



A YEAR AND A DAY^ 



An Interlude 



ORN way up on a thundering mountain side 

 A thousand thousand years ago 

 There was I free to swirl or race or gKde 

 Swiftly down to the pool below. 

 How to this meadow so serene I came, 

 Busy with murmuring ripples but so tame, 

 Scarcely now I seem to know. 



hen came Winter, a gaoler cold and dark, \ 



And I dreamed the livelong, gruesome night; 



But none were near and none would pause to hark 



And none could see my cheerless pHght; i 



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 Por the heartless ice that bound me all too well 



In my little trench below would never tell 



Though I screamed aloud with all my might. 



One day I gathered my strength to burst these bonds 

 \ That held so hard and held so fast. 

 ' One of the Outdoor Odes by C. Arthur Coan. 



