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Mammoths

by Patrick Reginald Chalmers

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Drawing the boundary…

Life

by James Clarence Mangan

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

Mammoths

by Patrick Reginald Chalmers

Up and down the high woods, up and down the low, 
Must 'a' gone a-hunting morts of years ago;
When the beaver whistled, when the aurochs ran, 
Must 'a' been a-hunting when the world began. 

For I half remember (tusk on kingly tusk) 
How I've seen the mammoths moving through the dusk: 
Mammoths all a-marching, terrible to see, 
Through an awful oak-wood glooming ghoulishly. 

Shadows huge and hairy, as the day was done, 
Somehow I remember, walking one by one, 
Bulls grotesque and solemn, pulling boughs in halves; 
Running 'neath their mothers, little idiot calves. 

Lumping through the oak-swamp, vast and dim and grey, 
I have watched the mammoths pass at dusk of day; 
Through the quaking hollow, through the tree-trunks stark, 
Gleams of mighty ivory breaking up the dark. 

That's the way I dream it, that's the way I know, 
Must 'a' gone a-hunting, years and years ago: 
For I've seen the mammoths — 'tisn't you that could — 
Moving like cathedrals through a dreadful wood. 

Life

by James Clarence Mangan

O, human Destiny! thou art a mystery,
Which tasks the o'erwearied intellect in vain;
O, World! thou art a cabalistic history,
Whose lessons madden and destroy the brain.
O, Life! whose page, a necromantic scroll,
Is charactered with sentences of terror,
Which, like the shapes on a magician's mirror,
At once bewilder and appal the soul,

We blindly roam thy Labyrinth of Error,
And clasp a phantom when we gain thy goal.
Yet roll, thou troubled Flood of Time! Still bear
Thy base wrecks to the whirlgulf of the Past,
But Man and Heaven will bless thee if thou hast
Spared for their final sphere the Noble and the Fair.

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