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Prize Poem
I IKAI)LIGHTS
1 he blackness of a cloudy night, Two arms stretched forth—
I wo glaring shafts of light,
Like the weird dreams that come in sleep, Perspecti\-e all awry.
These bright twin tunnels boring through The shadow of a mountain steep— and deep Grow larger in the distance.
Dot less and less to pin-points in the night.
But we behind those golden bars Dri\’ing them on
1 o dim the light of stars,
Ha\-e but to touch a switch, and lo !
The tunnels disappear. Leaving us to penetrate a wall
Black as Satan in his world below, "Tangible—but yet
As distant as Orion, \Tnus, Mars.
As sunbeams o’er a summer tide, "Their parched throats stretched.
I he salty draught imbibe.
Our roving rays of yellow light
Pick up brief sights and scenes
Of houses, faces, figures dim.
To drop them in the pit of night
And pass to others farther on;
To find, to tease, like toys to throw aside.
All this is but a “ passing show’’— Kaleidoscope—
To enter in a gust of wind, then go
In still another gust.
K. P., 27