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Alfred Noyes - The war Widow
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I.

Black-veiled, black-gowned, she rides in bus and train,
  With eyes that fill too listlessly for tears.
Her waxen hands clasp and unclasp again.
  _Good News_, they cry. She neither sees nor hears.

Good News, perhaps, may crown some far-off king.
  Good News may peal the glory of the state--
Good News may cause the courts of heaven to ring.
  She sees a hand waved at a garden gate.

For her dull ears are tuned to other themes;
  And her dim eyes can never see aright.
She glides--a ghost--through all her April dreams,
  To meet his eyes at dawn, his lips at night.

Wraiths of a truth that others never knew;
And yet--for her--the only truth that`s true.


II.

_Good News! Good News!_ There is no way but this.
  Out of the night a star begins to rise.
I know not where my soul`s deep Master is;
  Nor can I hear those angels in the skies;

Nor follow him, as childhood used of old,
  By radiant seas, in those time-hallowed tales.
Only, at times, implacable and cold,
  From this blind gloom, stand out the iron nails.

Yet, at this world`s heart stands the Eternal Cross,
  The ultimate frame of moon and star and sun,
Where Love with out-stretched arms, in utter loss,
  Points East and West and makes the whole world one.

_Good News! Good News!_ There is no hope, no way,
No truth, no life, but leads through Christmas Day.
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