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Proem (AKA "Afterwhiles")

    By James Whitcomb Riley



    Where are they - the Afterwhiles -
    Luring us the lengthening miles
    Of our lives? Where is the dawn
    With the dew across the lawn
    Stroked with eager feet the far
    Way the hills and valleys are?
    Were the sun that smites the frown
    Of the eastward-gazer down?
    Where the rifted wreaths of mist
    O'er us, tinged with amethyst,
    Round the mountain's steep defiles?
    Where are the afterwhiles?

    Afterwhile - and we will go
    Thither, yon, and too and fro -
    From the stifling city streets
    To the country's cool retreats -
    From the riot to the rest
    Were hearts beat the placidest:
    Afterwhile, and we will fall
    Under breezy trees, and loll
    In the shade, with thirsty sight
    Drinking deep the blue delight
    Of the skies that will beguile
    Us as children - afterwhile.

    Afterwhile - and one intends
    To be gentler to his friends - ,
    To walk with them, in the hush
    Of still evenings, o'er the plush
    Of home-leading fields, and stand
    Long at parting, hand in hand:
    One, in time, will joy to take
    New resolves for some one's sake,
    And wear then the look that lies
    Clear and pure in other eyes -
    We will soothe and reconcile
    His own conscience - afterwhile.

    Afterwhile - we have in view
    A far scene to journey to - ,
    Where the old home is, and where
    The old mother waits us there,
    Peering, as the time grows late,
    Down the old path to the gate - .
    How we'll click the latch that locks
    In the pinks and hollyhocks,
    And leap up the path once more
    Where she waits us at the door - !
    How we'll greet the dear old smile,
    And the warm tears - afterwhile!

    Ah, the endless afterwhiles - !
    Leagues on leagues, and miles on miles,
    In distance far withdrawn,
    Stretching on, and on, and on,
    Till the fancy is footsore
    And faints in the dust before
    The last milestone's granite face,
    Hacked with: Here Beginneth Space.
    O far glimmering worlds and wings,
    Mystic smiles and beckonings,
    Lead us through the shadowy aisles
    Out into the afterwhiles.



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