TELEPATHY

by: Danske Dandridge (1854-1914)

I

      HY, from the far-away
      Did you send such a waif to me,
      You seer with the long-reaching eyes,
      You soul with the mage's vision?
      Oh, on a lavish day,
      My dream went out to grope,
      Blind, on the hills of Hope,
      And there, by a fond misprison,
      The waif of your spirit found her,
      Kissed her, clasped her, and bound her.
      Your captive dream to be.
       
      II
       
      On an Indian-summer day
      When Joy, before she dies,
      Pants with a wild death passion,
      My songs from the hills arise
      To greet you in lover's fashion.
      O Captor that art not free,
      Bound by a dream's control
      Do you miss your straying soul,
      You body so far away?

"Telepathy" is reprinted from Joy, and Other Poems. Danske Dandridge. New York: G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1900.

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