SOME SHADOWS OF A THOUGHT
Now, like the silence at the heart of song,
Art mars to make, hope’s bow on life’s rain-fall;
A gilly-flower, she tops the garden-wall
And shames the scare-crow weeds which, stunted, throng
In peace their paddock; she, the seed of wrong,
Maketh life’s beauty’s presence keen; a rope
Of seven sinful withes, she wards the slope
Which pilgrims to perfection climb along.
Her fittest likeness is a looking-glass :
To seize on beauty as life’s pageants pass
She coldly, with a crystal ease, is skilled.
She deigns nor toil nor in the work-shed swelt
And strain ; yet must gross metals glow and melt
Before her latest freak of form be filled.
Moore, T. Sturge. “Some Shadows of a Thought.” The Dial, vol. 3, 1893, p. 17. Dial Digital Edition, edited by Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2019-2020. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2020. https://1890s.ca/dialv3-moore-shadows/