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The Mission floor was with weeds o'ergrown	A
And crumbling and shaky its walls of stone	A
Its roof of tiles in tiers and tiers	B
Had stood the storms of a hundred years	C
An olden weird medieval style	D
Clung to the mouldering gloomy pile	D
And the rhythmic voice of the breaking waves	E
Sang a lonesome dirge in its land of graves	E
As I walked in the Mission old and gray	F
The Mission Carmel at Monterey	F
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An ancient owl went fluttering by	G
Scared from his haunt His mournful cry	G
Wakened the echoes till roof and wall	H
Caught and re echoed the dismal call	H
Again and again till it seemed to me	I
Some Jesuit soul in mockery	I
Stripped of rosary gown and cowl	J
Haunted the place in this dreary owl	J
Surely I shivered with fright that day	F
Alone in the Mission old and gray	F
The Mission Carmel at Monterey	F
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Near the chapel vault was a dungeon grim	K
And they say that many a chanted hymn	K
Has rung a knell on the moldy air	L
For luckless errant prisoned there	L
As kneeling monk and pious nun	A
Sang orison at set of sun	A
A single window dark and small	H
Showed opening in the heavy wall	H
Nor other entrance seemed attained	M
That erst had human footstep gained	M
I paused before the uncanny place	N
And peered me into its darksome space	N
Had it of secret aught to tell	O
That locked up darkness kept it well	O
I turned and lo by my side there stood	P
A being of strangest naturehood	P
Startled I glanced him o'er and o'er	Q
Wondering I noted him not before	R
His form was stooped with the weight of years	C
And on his cheek was a trace of tears	S
Over all his face a shade of pain	A
That deepened and vanished and came again	A
Fixed he his woeful eyes on me	I
Through my very soul they seemed to see	I
And lightly he laid his hand on mine	A
His hand was cold as the vestal shrine	A
'Tis haunted he said haunted and he	I
Who dares at night noon go with me	I
To this cursed place by phantoms trod	P
Must fear not devil man nor God	P
Tell me the story I cried tell me	I
And frightened was I at my bravery	I
A curious smile his thin lips curved	P
That well had my bravery unnerved	P
And this is the story he told that day	P
To me in the Mission old and gray	P
The Mission Carmel at Monterey	P
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Each midnight since have seventy years	C
Begun their cycle around the spheres	C
Two faces have looked from that window there	L
One is a woman's young and fair	L
With tender eyes and floating hair	L
Love and regret and dumb despair	L
Are told in each tint of the fair sweet face	N
The other is crowned with a courtly grace	N
Gazing with all a lover's pride	P
On the beautiful woman by his side	P
Anon a change flits o'er his mien	A
And baffled rage in his glance is seen	A
Paler they grow as the hours go by	G
With the pallor that comes with the summons to die	G
Slowly fading and shrinking away	P
Clutched in the grasp of a gaunt decay	P
Till the herald of morn on the sky is thrown	A
Then a shriek a curse and a dying moan	A
Comes from that death black window there	L
A mocking laugh rings out on the air	L
From that darkful place in the nascent dawn	A
And the faces that looked from the window are gone	A
Seventy years when the Spanish flag	T
Floated above yon beetling crag	T
And this dearthful mission place was rife	U
With the panoply of busy life	U
Hard by where yon canyon deep and wide	P
Sweeps it adown the mountain side	P
A cavalier dwelt with his beautiful bride	P
Oft to the priestal shrive went she	I
As often stealthily followed he	I
The padre Sanson absolved and blessed	P
The penitent and the sin distressed	P
Nor ever before won devotee	I
So wondrous a reverence as he	I
A night when the winds played wild and high	G
And the ocean rocked it to the sky	G
An earthquake trembled the shore along	T
Hushing on lip of praise its song	T
And jarred to its center this Mission strong	T
When the morning broke with a summer sun	A
The earth was at rest the storm was done	A
Still the Mission tower'd in its stately pride	P
Still the cottage smiled by the canyon side	P
But never the priest was there to bless	V
And the cottage roof was tenantless	V
Vainly they sought for the padre dead	P
For the cottage dwellers amazed they said	P
'Twas a miracle but since that day	P
There's a ghost in the Mission old and gray	P
The Mission Carmel of Monterey	P
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A sequel there is to that tale said he	I
Of the way and the truth I hold the key	I
Show me the way I cried Show me	I
To the depth of this curious mystery	I
He waved me to follow my heart stood still	W
Under the ban of a mightier will	W
Than mine A terror of icy chill	W
O'er shivered my being from hand to brain	A
Freezing the blood in each pulsing vein	A
As I followed this most mysterious guide	P
Through the solid floor at the chancel side	P
Into a passage whose stifling breath	X
Reeked with the pestilence of death	X
Down through a subterranean vault	P
Over broken steps with never a halt	P
Till we stood in the midst of a spacious room	Y
A charnel house in its shroud of gloom	Y
Only a window narrow and small	H
Left in the build of the heavy wall	H
Through which the flickering sunbeams died	P
Showed passway to the world outside	P
Slowly my eyes to the darkness grew	Z
And I saw in the gloom or rather knew	Z
That my feet had touched two skeleton forms	V
One closely clasped in the other's arms	V
Recoiling I shuddered and turned my face	V
From the fleshless mockery of embrace	V
Again o'er a heap of rubbish and rust	P
I stumbled and caught in the moth and dust	P
What hardly a sense of my soul believes	V
A mold stained package of parchment leaves	V
A hideous bat flapped into my face	V
O'ercome with horror I fled the place	V
And stood again with my curious guide	P
On the solid floor at the chancel's side	P
But lo in a moment the age bowed seer	A2
Was a darkly frowning cavalier	B2
Gazing no longer in woeful trance	V
Vengeance blazed in his every glance	V
Then a mocking laugh rang the Mission o'er	Q
And I stood alone by the chapel door	R
And save for the mold stained parchment leaves	V
I had thought it the vision that night mare weaves	V
Hardly a sense of my soul believes	V
Yet I held in my hand the parchment leaves	V
Careful I noted them one by one	A
Each was a letter in rhyming run	A
Written over and over in tenderest strain	A
By fingers that never will write again	A
I strung them together a tale to tell	O
And named it The Mystery of Carmel	O
And these are the letters I found that day	P
In the mission ruin old and gray	P
The Mission Carmel of Monterey	P

Madge Morris Wagner

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