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    Ioläus The man that was a ghost
    Ioläus The man that was a ghost
    Ioläus The man that was a ghost
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    Ioläus The man that was a ghost

    By James Allan Mackereth

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateNov 15, 2013
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      Ioläus The man that was a ghost - James Allan Mackereth

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of Ioläus, by James A. Mackereth

      This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with

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      Title: Ioläus

      The man that was a ghost

      Author: James A. Mackereth

      Release Date: November 16, 2009 [EBook #30481]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK IOLÄUS ***

      Produced by Mark C. Orton, Branko Collin and the Online

      Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This

      file was produced from images generously made available

      by The Internet Archive)

      IOLÄUS

      BY THE SAME AUTHOR

      A SON OF CAIN: POEMS. Cr. 8vo. 3/6 net.

      IN THE WAKE OF THE PHŒNIX: POEMS. F'cap. 8vo. 3/6 net.

      IOLÄUS:

      THE MAN THAT WAS A GHOST

      BY

      JAMES A. MACKERETH

      LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO.

      39 PATERNOSTER ROW, LONDON

      NEW YORK, BOMBAY AND CALCUTTA

      1913

      TO THE MEMORY OF

      MY FRIEND

      ARTHUR RANSOM

      HAIL AND FAREWELL

      To A.R.

      We range the ringing slopes of life; but you

      Scale the last summit, high in lonelier air,

      Whose dizzy pinnacle each soul must dare

      For valedictions born and ventures new.

      From dust to spirit climb, O brave and true!

      Strong in the wisdom that is more than prayer;

      High o'er the mists of pain and of despair,

      Mount to the vision, and the far adieu.

      Merged in the vastness, with a calm surmise

      Mount, lonely climber, brightened from afar;

      Whose soul is secret as the evening-star;

      Whose steps are toward the ultimate surprise:

      No dubious morrow dims those daring eyes—

      Divinely lit whence truth's horizons are.

      The sonnets in this volume have previously appeared in the columns of The Academy, The Eye-Witness, and The Yorkshire Observer. My thanks are due to the Editors of these publications for their kind permission to republish.

      J.A.M.

      Stocka House,

      Cottingley,

      Bingley.

      IOLÄUS:

      THE MAN THAT WAS A GHOST

      Gold light across the golden coomb;

      The sun went west with horns of fire;

      Athwart the sweet, sea-breathing room

      The swallows swooped; the village spire

      Glowed red against a gleam of broom;

      While earth its scented secrets told,

      There, silent, sunset-aureoled,

      Sat Ioläus, mild and old.

      In distance large the moving ships

      Sailed on into the evening skies.

      He gazed, and saw not. In eclipse

      He tensely sat, like one who grips

      Some semblance that his dream descries,

      With such a look of far surprise

      That half-uncanny seemed the man,

      So warped with age, so weirdly wan:

      He had such ghostly eyes.

      Then half to self, and half to me,

      Aloof in passion and lone despair,

      He spoke like one whose secrets flee

      From silence unaware:

      Now plaintively from a grief gone blind,

      Heavy with

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