A Celebration of Women Writers

"The Ride of the Shadows." by Norah M. Holland (1876-1925)
From: Spun-Yarn And Spindrift. by Norah M. Holland. London & Toronto: J. M. Dent & Sons; New York: E. P. Dutton & Co., 1918, pp. 34-35.

Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom

[Page 34] 


BEHIND the pines, when sunset gleams,
The white gates of the Land of Dreams
          Stand open wide,
And all adown the golden road
That leads from that most blest abode
          The shadows ride,
Who in the light of common day
          May now no more abide.

They leave their meads of asphodel,
The starry spaces where they dwell,
          Where quiet lies:
They leave their windless, glassy sea,
The angel songs and melody
          Of Paradise,
To walk again the old-time way
          Once dear to mortal eyes.

With beating heart I watch them ride
Across the gathering shades that hide
          That country bright;
The faces that I loved of yore,
Eyes that shall smile on me no more
          With mortal light;
Shadows of all good things and fair
          Come from the past to-night.

[Page 35] 

So, when the dying sunset gleams
Behind the hills, the Gate of Dreams
          Stands open wide;
And all along the golden road
From those fair mansions of their God
          Where they abide–
Dear memories of the days that were–
          I see the shadows ride.

[Page 36]

Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom