The Candle and the Flame (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1912 edition. Excerpt: ...they are I THE BREEZE (AFTER THE FRENCH OF ZAMACOIS) /TVHE breeze that stirs in yonder tree And the young roses rocks to sleep, Wafts to my mind the memory Of a young Zephyr who would sweep Across the land with fellows gay, Winged with the wind like them, and bent On fond adventure, who one May (O wine of spring, O golden dayl) Traversed a castle's battlement, And on the terrace, spinning there, He found a child divinely fair, (O lovely maid with sun-kissed hair ) Swift drawing from an ivory loom A thread more soft than gossamer. Her eyes were bluer in his sight Than the enchanted azure mere Which on that morning in his flight His wings had grazed, and crystal-clear. And as he loosed a golden strand From her dear head, she raised a hand And looked and laughed, and brushed it back THE BREEZE So sweet, so chaste, so debonair, That the young Breeze, who had no lack Of conquests in the heights above Among the damsels of the air, And danced a pirouette with Love, Felt that his heart was held for e'er By that sweet child divinely fair, (O sea-blue eyes, O sun-kissed hair ) Whose lily hands were spinning there A weft more soft than gossamer. Surely no tale beneath the sun More dainty could or stranger be, Than how that maid a lover won Whose countenance she could not see. He was content unknown to stir About the spinner and the loom, And as he could not bring to her The trees and flowers all abloom, He wafted shoals of butterflies With wings of silver to her room. Blue, red and golden butterflies He blew into her hair, and then When she caressed them with her eyes, In fury drove them out again. The scent of new-mown hay he brought That peasants garner in the fields, And marjoram and meadow-sweet And every fair the garden yields In all the pleasant realm...