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The Messenger
Little gray messenger,
Robed like painted Death,
Your robe is dust.
Whom do you seek
Among lilies and closed buds
At dusk?
Among lilies and closed buds
At dusk,
Whom do you seek,
Little gray messenger,
Robed in the awful panoply
Of painted Death?
From The Mystery of Choice, by Robert W. Chambers. Published, 1897, by D. Appleton and
Company. Copyright by Robert W. Chambers. By permission of Robert W. Chambers.
Hast thou seen all there is to see with thy two eyes?
Dost thou know all there is to know, and so,
Darest thou still to say thy brother lies?
"The bullet entered here," said Max Fortin, and he placed his middle finger over a smooth
hole exactly in the center of the forehead.
I sat down upon a mound of dry seaweed and unslung my fowling piece.
The little chemist cautiously felt the edges of the shot-hole, first with his middle finger,
and then with his thumb.
"Let me see the skull again," said I.
Max Fortin picked it up from the sod.