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Stars, issue 1, June-July 1940
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SUDDEN LIGHT Dante Gabriel Rossetti I have been here before. But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell. The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. You have been mine before, How long ago I may not know: But just when at the swallow's soar Your neck turned so. Some veil did fall - I knew it all of yore. KINDRED SPIRIT Bess Foster Smith Sometimes it seems that I have sat with you Upon a river bank where time flows by. And in the soul's glad summerland my eye Looked out upon the perfect passing view. And then such sweet content between us grew, Communing there with river, hill and sky With no disturbing doubts to satisfy As if some far faint longing had come true. Although in fact we are but formal friends, Convention holding us in separate ways, I know sometime my soul will recognize. This trysting place, just where the river bends. There far beyond the rule of earthly days, You will be waiting me without surprise. SADNESS Robert Ward Lowndes (The Science Fiction Collector) Why have I come to this night of nights unto the sea that sobs In bitter agony and casts itself upon the shore? What are these little furry things the sorrowing waves implore To turn aside? Alas, what baleful necromancy robs Me of my recollection? Was there not a time before, When, but a mercenary fighting man, I came Unto this very sea and found that bitter night the same Strange sorrowing of moon and wind and waves... the lemmings? More, O traitorous mind! ...Say on!.... An olden, western land was this That blossomed with strange flowers: primal stars none now recall Blaze cryptically above us.. Ai!... The beauteous land did fall One evil day beneath: from the hideous abyss Rose flames.. And that is why the mood, once in a thousand years. Conceals her mourning face with clouds that none may see her tears.
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SUDDEN LIGHT Dante Gabriel Rossetti I have been here before. But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell. The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. You have been mine before, How long ago I may not know: But just when at the swallow's soar Your neck turned so. Some veil did fall - I knew it all of yore. KINDRED SPIRIT Bess Foster Smith Sometimes it seems that I have sat with you Upon a river bank where time flows by. And in the soul's glad summerland my eye Looked out upon the perfect passing view. And then such sweet content between us grew, Communing there with river, hill and sky With no disturbing doubts to satisfy As if some far faint longing had come true. Although in fact we are but formal friends, Convention holding us in separate ways, I know sometime my soul will recognize. This trysting place, just where the river bends. There far beyond the rule of earthly days, You will be waiting me without surprise. SADNESS Robert Ward Lowndes (The Science Fiction Collector) Why have I come to this night of nights unto the sea that sobs In bitter agony and casts itself upon the shore? What are these little furry things the sorrowing waves implore To turn aside? Alas, what baleful necromancy robs Me of my recollection? Was there not a time before, When, but a mercenary fighting man, I came Unto this very sea and found that bitter night the same Strange sorrowing of moon and wind and waves... the lemmings? More, O traitorous mind! ...Say on!.... An olden, western land was this That blossomed with strange flowers: primal stars none now recall Blaze cryptically above us.. Ai!... The beauteous land did fall One evil day beneath: from the hideous abyss Rose flames.. And that is why the mood, once in a thousand years. Conceals her mourning face with clouds that none may see her tears.
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