Wampum and Old Gold (Classic Reprint)

Excerpt from Wampum and Old Gold<br><br>Confession.<br><br>I think, by God! It is no lie;<br>I shall go dreaming till I die!<br>There is no love so real to me<br>As the cold passion of the sea.<br>There is no little, wind-swept town<br>By harbors where the roads go down,<br>Or headland gray that sits and sips<br>The cup of ocean at its lips,<br>And gazes at the far-off ships -<br>Or tree or house or friend so real<br>As visions and the dreams I feel.<br><br><br>No - not the windy, vaultless arch<br>Where all the white stars flame and march,<br>Nor water at the river fords<br>Like horses mad among the swords,<br>Or oaks that lean from winter storms;<br>These only give my vision forms.<br><br>Away! White hands, I will not take!<br>And kissing mouths that cry, "Awake!"<br>For you I have no gramercy;<br>So leave me by my lotus tree,<br>To dream and gaze into the sky<br>Where red suns wither up and die,<br>I know! I know! I do not lie!<br>I shall go dreaming till I die!<br><br>About the Publisher<br><br>Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com<br><br>This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.