That is, hardly evermore!”
H. C. N.
The Entr’acte, February 11, 1882.
A Voice.
In the dusk, within my chamber, I sat and sadly pondered—
Pondered o’er life’s problems with my hand upon my brow.
“When,” I asked, “will adverse fortune cease to torment and oppress me?”
A voice from out the window, shrill and piercing, answered, “Now!”
Thrilled and startled by the answer, coming from an unknown being,