Excerpt from The Enchanted Island: And Other Poems By the slow drip of tears that bled From hidden heart or bough. Mist in the valley, mist no less That muffled every cry Across the soul's gray wilderness Where faith lay down to die; Buried beyond all hope was I, Hope had no meaning there A yard above my head the sky Could only mock at prayer. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.