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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1913 - -Author: William Stanley Braithwaite - -Release Date: September 22, 2020 [EBook #63265] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ANTHOLOGY OF MAGAZINE VERSE 1913 *** - - - - -Produced by hekula03, Charlie Howard, and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This -book was produced from images made available by the -HathiTrust Digital Library.) - - - - - - - - - -Transcriber’s Note - -Table of Contents added by Transcriber. - - - - - ANTHOLOGY OF - MAGAZINE VERSE - FOR 1913 - - - _Including the Magazines - and the Poets_ *.* _A Review_ - - BY - WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE - - _Author of “The House of Falling Leaves,” - “The Book of Elizabethan Verse,” etc._ - - - *.* - - - ISSUED BY - W. S. B. - CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS - - - - - COPYRIGHT 1913, BY - WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE - - - Thomas Todd Co., Printers - 14 Beacon Street, Boston, Mass. - - - - - TO THE POETS OF AMERICA - SINGING TODAY - THE SOUL OF THEIR COUNTRY - TRUTH, BEAUTY, BROTHERHOOD - THEIR NAMES ARE TORCHES - - - - -CONTENTS - - - PAGE - Introduction v - - Hymn to Demeter, by Louis V. Ledoux 1 - Over the Wintry Threshold, by Bliss Carman 2 - In April, by Margaret Lee Ashley 3 - May Is Building Her House, by Richard Le Gallienne 3 - In a Forgotten Burying-ground, by Ruth Guthrie Harding 4 - Wind, by Fannie Stearns Davis 5 - The Speckled Trout, by Madison Cawein 5 - Trees, by Joyce Kilmer 7 - In the Hospital, by Arthur Guiterman 7 - Love of Life, by Tertius van Dyke 8 - God’s Will, by Mildred Howells 8 - On the Birth of a Child, by Louis Untermeyer 9 - To a Child Falling Asleep, Robert Alden Sanborn 9 - A Roman Doll, by Agnes Lee 12 - Sappho, by Sara Teasdale 13 - Of Moira Up the Glen, by Edward J. O’Brien 16 - Morning Glories, by John G. Neihardt 17 - Lest I Learn, by Witter Bynner 18 - Later, by Willard Huntington Wright 18 - The Old Maid, by Sara Teasdale 19 - Departure, by John Hall Wheelock 20 - An Adieu, by Florence Earle Coates 20 - Heart’s Tide, by Ethel M. Hewitt 21 - Waiting, by Charles Hanson Towne 22 - Desiderium, by Richard Le Gallienne 22 - Human, by Richard Burton 23 - The Ghost, by Hermann Hagedorn 23 - A Mountain Gateway, by Bliss Carman 24 - Perugia, by Amelia Josephine Burr 25 - Ghosts, by Marguerite Mooers Marshall 27 - St. John and the Faun, by George Edward Woodberry 28 - School, by Percy MacKaye 30 - The Marvelous Munchausen, by William Rose Benét 34 - Train-mates, by Witter Bynner 38 - The Kallyope Yell, by Nicholas Vachel Lindsay 39 - Thanksgiving For Our Task, by Shaemas OSheel 43 - A Likeness, by Willa Sibert Cather 46 - The Field of Glory, by Edwin Arlington Robinson 48 - Rich Man, Poor Man--, by Francis Hill 49 - The Sin Eater, by Ruth Comfort Mitchell 50 - Night-sentries, by George Sterling 52 - The Swordless Christ, by Percy Adams Hutchison 54 - What of the Night?, by Willard Huntington Wright 55 - A Threnody, by Louis V. Ledoux 57 - November, by Mahlon Leonard Fisher 61 - Salutation, by Ruth Sterry 62 - Here Lies Pierrot, by Richard Burton 62 - - List of “Distinctive Poems,” Their Authors, and the Magazines - in Which They Appeared 64 - The “Best Poems” Chosen from the “Distinctive” List 69 - Titles and Authors of All Poems Appearing in the Seven - Magazines For 1918 71 - Index of First Lines 99 - - - - -INTRODUCTION - - -Poetry is one of the realities that persist. The façade and dome of -palace and temple, the monuments of heroes and saints, crumble before -the ruining breath of time, while the Psalms last. So when another -year passes and we sum up our achievements, there is no achievement -more vital in registering the soul of a people than its poetry. But in -all things that men do, their relationship is objective except those -things in which art, religion, love, and nature express their influence -through the private thoughts and feelings of men. These four things -are the realities, all the others are symbols. And the essence of art, -as well as religion and love and nature, is a conscious and mysterious -thing, called Poetry. And men will find, if they will only stop to -look, that at the bottom of all this poetry, no matter what the theme -or the particular artistic shaping, there is something with which they -are familiar, because in their own souls there has been an unceasing -mystery which they find named in the magic utterance of some lonely and -neglected maker of verses. - -The poetry in the magazines for this past year has been of a general -high standard. The long poems have been well sustained, and there has -been a larger quantity of pure lyric pieces than in the past two or -three years. The influence of Masefield has shown itself in American -verse, notably in the two long poems by Harry Kemp, “The Harvest -Hand” and “The Factory.” One of the noblest poems of the year is Henry -van Dyke’s “Daybreak in the Grand Cañon of Arizona,” which breathes a -fine national spirit, full of reverence for the greatness with which -the American destiny is symbolized in the natural grandeur of our -country. Mr. Markham has a long narrative in “The Shoes of Happiness,” -full of his visionary and spiritual promptings. And in “The Vision of -Gettysburg” Mr. Robert Underwood Johnson reflects also the national -spirit with particular significance. - -The poetry of the year in volumes has not been as ample as last year. -The three poets who have aroused most discussion are the Bengali poet -Tagore, who brought to the Western world in “Gitanjali” a spiritual -message full of mystic but exalted idealism; Francis Thompson, the -great Catholic poet, because of the publication of his collected -works; and Robert Bridges, who, by his appointment to the English -laureateship, became known to a large number of readers who had -hitherto been unfamiliar with his very perfect and delicate gift of -lyric beauty. Of American poets the volumes by Fannie Stearns Davis, -William Rose Benét, Josephine Preston Peabody, Margaret Root Garvin, -and George Edward Woodberry are the most significant. The most -important book of poems of the year by an American poet, however, is -that of Nicholas Vachel Lindsay, “General William Booth Enters into -Heaven and Other Poems.” Here is a man with a big vision, with a -fine originality, and an art that is particularly his own. There has -been no “Lyric Year” this autumn, but a little volume that serves -in some sense its purpose is Miss Jessie B. Rittenhouse’s “Little -Book of Modern Verse,” which is intended to represent the quality of -contemporary American verse. - -I want to call attention to a poet who has not yet presented himself -except through an occasional magazine piece, but who has written two -of the finest sonnets in American poetry. Last year I reprinted, in my -annual summary, Mr. Mahlon Leonard Fisher’s “As an Old Mercer,” and -pronounced that an achievement which could hardly be surpassed. But -in the sonnet “November,” which is reprinted in this book, Mr. Fisher -has done, I believe, something that is even greater. It must rank with -Lizette Woodworth Reese’s “Tears” and Longfellow’s “Nature” as the best -sonnets that have been accomplished by American poets. I have known one -competent judge and lover of poetry to declare that not since Keats’ -“On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer” and Miss Reese’s “Tears” has -there appeared so fine a sonnet in English poetry. The man who has -written “November” has added something to American poetry that cannot -be too highly estimated. - -Another poet who has enriched the magazines this year, after a period -of silence, is Mr. Edwin Arlington Robinson, and in “The Field of -Glory” we are under the spell once more of that characteristic magic -with which he is endowed alone among American poets. - -As in former years, in my annual summary in the _Boston Transcript_, I -have examined the contents of the leading American monthly magazines. -I originally started, nine years ago, when the first summary appeared, -with these six: The Atlantic, Harper’s, Scribner’s, Century, -Lippincott’s, and McClure’s. Later I turned to The Forum. The poetry in -McClure’s during the two years previous to the beginning of the present -year had fallen off; the magazine would reprint occasionally verses -from the books of accomplished but little known English and Irish -poets, which, with the small amount of space that it devoted to verse, -left but little chance of encouragement to native singers. This year -I have included The Smart Set, which, under the new editorship of Mr. -Willard Huntington Wright, himself a poet of considerable attainment, -has been the means of offering the public a high and consistent -standard of excellence in the verse it printed. - -To the six magazines, namely, Harper’s, Scribner’s, Century, Forum, -Lippincott’s, and The Smart Set, I have added this year a weekly, The -Bellman. West of New York it is the best edited and most influential -periodical published. Indeed, it is widely read in the East. In its -pages three of the younger American poets of distinctive achievement -have been presented. Though the late Arthur Upson had published some -two or three books of verse before The Bellman was established, yet it -was practically the first American magazine to print his work. Amelia -J. Burr made her first considerable poetic appearance in The Bellman, -and the best work, the sonnets that have placed Mr. Mahlon Leonard -Fisher in the forefront of contemporary American, or English, sonnet -writers, appeared in this same publication. As last year, I have -winnowed from other magazines distinctive poems for classification and -notice, one each from The Outlook, The Independent, the North American -Review, Poetry, A Magazine of Verse; three from the Poetry Journal and -three from the Yale Review. - - * * * * * - -The poems published during the year in the seven representative -magazines I have submitted to an impartial critical test, choosing from -the total number what I consider the “distinctive” poems of the year. -From the distinctive pieces are selected eighty-one poems, to which -are added five from the other magazines not represented in the list of -seven, making a total of eighty-six, which are intended to represent -what I call an “Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1913.” - -By a further process of elimination, similar to that of previous years, -I have made another selection of forty poems which for one reason or -another in the purpose of this estimate seem to stand grouped above the -others. - -The medium of magazine publication, towards which some critics, -and some poets too (a fact which can hardly be justified), and a -considerable portion of the reading public have a disparaging opinion, -is deserving of better repute for the general high quality of poetic -art that is published. Not many years ago it was a favorite exercise of -the reviewer, when noticing the average book of verse which happened -to include selections reprinted from various magazines, to term the -work “magazinable,” or the poet a “magazine poet.” Even poets who -detested being called “minor” poets preferred that rather vague and -indiscriminate distinction, rather than the unrespectable “magazinable.” - -Quoting what I have written in previous years, to emphasize the -methods which guided my selections, the reader will see how impartial -are the tests by which the distinctive and best poems are chosen: “I -have not allowed any special sympathy with the subject to influence -my choice. I have taken the poet’s point of view, and accepted his -value of the theme he dealt with. The question was: How vital and -compelling did he make it? The first test was the sense of pleasure the -poem communicated; then to discover the secret or the meaning of the -pleasure felt; and in doing so to realize how much richer one became in -a knowledge of the purpose of life by reason of the poem’s message.” - -In one hundred and twenty-one numbers of these seven magazines I find -there were published during 1913 a total of 506 poems. The total number -of poems printed in each magazine, and the number of the distinctive -poems are: Century, total 58, 30 of distinction; Harper’s, total 57, 29 -of distinction; Scribner’s, total 45, 30 of distinction; Forum, total -53, 27 of distinction; Lippincott’s, total 66, 21 of distinction; The -Bellman, total 53, 25 of distinction; The Smart Set, total 169, 49 of -distinction. - -Following the text of the poems making the anthology in this volume, I -have given the titles and authors of all the poems classified as the -distinctive, published in the magazines for the year, only excepting -those that are included in the anthology; in addition I give a list -of all the poems and their authors in the one hundred and twenty-one -numbers of the magazines examined, for the purpose of a record which -readers and students of poetry will find useful. - -I wish to acknowledge my indebtedness and thanks to the editors -of Scribner’s Magazine, Harper’s Magazine, The Forum, The Century -Magazine, The Outlook, Lippincott’s Magazine, The Bellman, The -Independent, The Smart Set, the Yale Review, Poetry, A Magazine of -Verse; and to the publishers of these magazines, including The Poetry -Journal, for the permission kindly given to reprint in this volume the -text of the poems making the “Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1913.” To -the authors of these poems I am equally indebted and grateful for their -willingness to have me reprint their work in this form. Since their -appearance in the magazines and before the close of the year when the -contents of this volume was made up, two poems herein included appeared -in the original volumes of their authors. For the use of William Rose -Benét’s “The Marvelous Munchausen” I have also to thank The Century -Co., publishers of “Merchants of Cathay,” in which volume it appears. -As far as I know, only three of the poems here included are to come -out immediately in books by their authors. The last four stanzas of “A -Threnody,” by Mr. Louis V. Ledoux, are reprinted by permission of the -editor of Scribner’s Magazine, and the rest of the poem is published in -advance, by permission of Messrs. G. P. Putnam’s Sons, from a volume -of Mr. Ledoux’s poems, which is also to include the “Hymn to Demeter” -from “A Sicilian Idyl,” they are to issue in January, under the title -of “The Shadow of Ætna.” The two selections by Mr. Richard Burton, -“Here Lies Pierrot” and “Human”; the two by Willard Huntington Wright, -“What of the Night?” and “Later”; the one by George Edward Woodberry, -“St. John and the Faun”; and the two by Richard Le Gallienne, “May is -Building Her House” and “Desiderium” (which while this Introduction -is being written has come out in Mr. Le Gallienne’s volume, “The -Lonely Dancer and Other Poems,” John Lane Co.), are also being issued -immediately in forthcoming volumes. If there are any others I do not -know of them, and in which case I would gladly give credit, so I -trust any omission of such will be charged to ignorance rather than -intention. I wish it to be understood that the privilege extended me so -courteously, by both the authors and the magazines, to print the poems -in this volume, does not in any sense restrict the authors in their -rights to print the poems in volumes of their own. - -A significant fact which the poetry in this volume must bring to the -reader’s mind in considering American poetry of today is, that these -selections have been published for the first time during the current -year. Our poetry needs, more than anything else, encouragement and -support, to reveal its qualities. The poets are doing satisfying and -vitally excellent work, and it only remains for the American public to -do its duty by showing a substantial appreciation. - -Lastly, I wish to thank the Boston Transcript for the privilege of -reprinting material in this book which originally appeared in the -columns of that paper. - - _Cambridge, December, 1913._ W. S. B. - - - - -HYMN TO DEMETER - -FROM “A SICILIAN IDYL” - - - Weave the dance, and raise again the sacred chorus; - Wreathe the garlands of the spring about the hair; - Now once more the meadows burst in bloom before us, - Crying swallows dart and glitter through the air. - Glints the plowshare in the brown and fragrant furrow; - Pigeons coo in shady coverts as they pair; - Come the furtive mountain folk from cave and burrow, - Lean, and blinking at the sunlight’s sudden glare. - - Bright through midmost heaven moves the lesser Lion; - Hide the Hyades in ocean caverns hoar; - Past the shoulders of the sunset flames Orion, - Following the sisters seaward evermore. - Gleams the east at evening, lit by low Arcturus; - Out to subtle-scented dawns beside the shore, - Yet a little and the Pleiades will lure us: - Weave the dance and raise the chorus as of yore. - - Far to eastward up the fabled gulf of Issus, - Northward, southward, westward, now the trader goes, - Passing headlands clustered yellow with narcissus, - Bright with hyacinth, with poppy, and with rose. - Shines the sea and falls the billow as undaunted, - Past the rising of the stars that no man knows, - Sails he onward through the islands siren-haunted, - Till the clashing gates of rock before him close. - - Kindly Mother of the beasts and birds and flowers, - Gracious bringer of the barley and the grain, - Earth awakened feels thy sunlight and thy showers; - Great Demeter! Let us call thee not in vain; - Lead us safely from the seed-time to the threshing, - Past the harvest and the vineyard’s purple stain; - Let us see thy corn-pale hair the sunlight meshing, - When the sounding flails of autumn swing again. - - _Yale Review_ _Louis V. Ledoux_ - - - - -OVER THE WINTRY THRESHOLD - - - Over the wintry threshold - Who comes with joy today, - So frail, yet so enduring, - To triumph o’er dismay? - - Ah, quick her tears are springing, - And quickly they are dried, - For sorrow walks before her, - But gladness walks beside. - - She comes with gusts of laughter,-- - The music as of rills; - With tenderness and sweetness, - The wisdom of the hills. - - Her hands are strong to comfort, - Her heart is quick to heed; - She knows the signs of sadness, - She knows the voice of need; - - There is no living creature, - However poor or small, - But she will know its trouble, - And hearken to its call. - - Oh, well they fare forever, - By mighty dreams possessed, - Whose hearts have lain a moment - On that eternal breast. - - _Smart Set_ _Bliss Carman_ - - - - -IN APRIL - - - If I am slow forgetting, - It is because the sun - Has such old tricks of setting - When April days are done. - - The soft spring sunlight traces - Old patterns--green and gold; - The flowers have no new faces, - The very buds are old! - - If I am slow forgetting-- - Ah, well, come back and see - The same old sunbeams petting - My garden-plots and me. - - Come smell the green things growing, - The boxwood after rain; - See where old beds are showing - Their slender spears again. - - At dusk, that fosters dreaming-- - Come back at dusk and rest, - And watch our old star gleaming - Against the primrose west. - - _Harper’s_ _Margaret Lee Ashley_ - - - - -MAY IS BUILDING HER HOUSE - - - May is building her house. With apple blooms - She is roofing over the glimmering rooms; - Of the oak and the beech hath she builded its beams, - And, spinning all day at her secret looms, - With arras of leaves each wind-swayed wall - She pictureth over, and peopleth it all - With echoes and dreams, - And singing of streams. - - May is building her house. Of petal and blade, - Of the roots of the oak is the flooring made, - With a carpet of mosses and lichen and clover, - Each small miracle over and over, - And tender, traveling green things strayed. - - Her windows, the morning and evening star, - And her rustling doorways, ever ajar - With the coming and going - Of fair things blowing, - The thresholds of the four winds are. - - May is building her house. From the dust of things - She is making the songs and the flowers and the wings; - From October’s tossed and trodden gold - She is making the young year out of the old; - Yea! out of winter’s flying sleet - She is making all the summer sweet, - And the brown leaves spurned of November’s feet - She is changing back again to spring’s. - - _Harper’s_ _Richard Le Gallienne_ - - - - -IN A FORGOTTEN BURYING-GROUND - - - Eternal in the brooding of the old Norwegian spruces - I hear the wistful tenderness of loves They used to know, - And in the swelling wood-notes that the eager springtide looses - Sobs again Their heart-break from the Springs of Long Ago: - - And sometime, thro’ the silence, with the April shadows lying - Aslant the solemn acre where I take my dreamless rest, - Perhaps the stifled need of You my heart was ever crying - Will find its way across the years--to stir a stranger’s breast! - - _The Poetry Journal_ _Ruth Guthrie Harding_ - - - - -WIND - - - The Wind bows down the poplar trees, - The Wind bows down the crested seas; - And he has bowed the heart of me - Under his hand of memory. - - O heavy-handed Wind, who goes - Hurting the petals of the rose; - Who leaves the grasses on the hill - Broken and pallid, spent and still! - - O heavy-handed Wind, who brings - To me all echoing ancient things: - Echoing sorrow and defeat, - Crying like mourners, hard to meet! - - The Wind bows down the poplar trees - And all the ocean’s argosies; - But deeper bends the heart of me, - Under his hand of memory. - - _Harper’s_ _Fannie Stearns Davis_ - - - - -THE SPECKLED TROUT - - - With rod and line I took my way - That led me through the gossip trees, - Where all the forest was asway - With hurry of the running breeze. - - I took my hat off to a flower - That nodded welcome as I passed; - And, pelted by a morning shower, - Unto its heart a bee held fast. - - A head of gold one great weed tossed, - And leaned to look when I went by; - And where the brook the roadway crossed - The daisy kept on me its eye. - - And when I stooped to bathe my face, - And seat me at a great tree’s foot, - I heard the stream say, “Mark the place: - And undermine it rock and root.” - - And o’er the whirling water there - A dragonfly its shuttle plied, - Where wild a fern let down its hair, - And leaned to see the water’s pride-- - - A speckled trout. The spotted elf, - Whom I had come so far to see, - Stretched out above a rocky shelf, - A shadow sleeping mockingly. - - * * * * * - - And I have sat here half the day - Regarding it. It has not stirred. - I heard the running water say-- - “He does not know the magic word. - - “The word that changes everything, - And brings all Nature to his hand: - That makes of this great trout a king, - And opes the way to Faeryland.” - - _The Bellman_ _Madison Cawein_ - - - - -TREES - - - I think that I shall never see - A poem lovely as a tree. - - A tree whose hungry mouth is prest - Against the sweet earth’s hungry breast; - - A tree that looks at God all day - And lifts her leafy arms to pray; - - A tree that may in summer wear - A nest of robins in her hair; - - Upon whose bosom snow has lain; - Who intimately lives with rain. - - Poems are made by fools like me, - But only God can make a tree! - - _Poetry, A Magazine of Verse_ _Joyce Kilmer_ - - - - -IN THE HOSPITAL - - - Because on the branch that is tapping my pane - A sun-wakened leaf-bud, uncurled, - Is bursting its rusty brown sheathing in twain, - I know there is Spring in the world. - - Because through the sky-patch whose azure and white - My window frames all the day long - A yellow-bird dips for an instant of flight, - I know there is Song. - - Because even here in this Mansion of Woe - Where creep the dull hours, leaden-shod, - Compassion and Tenderness aid me, I know - There is God. - - _Scribner’s_ _Arthur Guiterman_ - - - - -LOVE OF LIFE - - - Love you not the tall trees spreading wide their branches, - Cooling with their green shade the sunny days of June? - Love you not the little bird lost among the leaflets, - Dreamily repeating a quaint, brief tune? - - Is there not a joy in the waste windy places; - Is there not a song by the long dusty way? - Is there not a glory in the sudden hour of struggle? - Is there not a peace in the long quiet day? - - Love you not the meadows with the deep lush grasses; - Love you not the cloud-flocks noiseless in their flight? - Love you not the cool wind that stirs to meet the sunrise; - Love you not the stillness of the warm summer night? - - Have you never wept with a grief that slowly passes; - Have you never laughed when a joy goes running by? - Know you not the peace of rest that follows labor?-- - You have not learnt to live then; how can you dare to die? - - _Scribner’s_ _Tertius van Dyke_ - - - - -GOD’S WILL - - - God meant me to be hungry, - So I should seek to find - Wisdom, and truth, and beauty, - To satisfy my mind. - - God meant me to be lonely, - Lest I should wish to stay - In some green earthly Eden - Too long from heaven away. - - God meant me to be weary, - That I should yearn to rest - This feeble, aching body - Deep in the earth’s dark breast. - - _Harper’s_ _Mildred Howells_ - - - - -ON THE BIRTH OF A CHILD - - - Lo--to the battle-ground of Life, - Child, you have come, like a conquering shout, - Out of a struggle--into strife; - Out of a darkness--into doubt. - - Girt with the fragile armor of Youth, - Child, you must ride into endless wars, - With the sword of protest, the buckler of truth, - And a banner of love to sweep the stars.... - - About you the world’s despair will surge; - Into defeat you must plunge and grope-- - Be to the faltering, an urge; - Be to the hopeless years, a hope! - - Be to the darkened world a flame; - Be to its unconcern a blow-- - For out of its pain and tumult you came, - And into its tumult and pain you go. - - _The Independent_ _Louis Untermeyer_ - - - - -TO A CHILD FALLING ASLEEP - - - Over the dim edge of sleep I lean, - And in her eyes’ illimitable grey distances, - Look down into the shadow-tinted space,-- - The cloudy air of sleep,-- - To see the rose-lit petal of a Child’s fair soul - Seek dreamily the farther gloom, - Where waking eyes may follow her no more. - - One more last time her lids are lifted, - And in her look I read a wistful fare-thee-well; - Her spirit waves a twinkling white hand, - Her bark is out upon the sea of dream,-- - The calm, grey sea, full and immovably established, - That drinks the river of my love, without o’erflowing, - Nor ever gives my image back to me. - - When o’er the sun-swept land - Murmuring twilight spread her dusky tent, - A Stranger passed before our friendly sun,-- - Between the dark and dawn,-- - A Stranger whom we love but never see. - And as she came and cast her blue benignant shadow over all, - She set a silver trumpet to her lips, - And blew a note that thrilled in Children’s hearts; - Because in little hearts the echo-fairies love to play, - Roaming the scented meadows there, - Where Love has been and sown the amaranthine flowers, - Out of whose pristine cups are born the singing stars. - And as the first free rainbow bubble sailed, - Launched by the Stranger with the silver pipe, - Upon the listening air; - As first the hollow note - Kissed the sweet lips and died of happiness, - The little Child unfurled her sails. - - I stood there on the very verge of sleep, - And called to her, - And Love’s own self had deigned to wait within my heart, - (Because I kept it always fit for Childish guests) - And would have given welcome had she stayed. - But then I saw the eyelids close, - And knew that Azrael who championed her soul, - Had shut the gates lest I should see - More than my life could bear. - - Yet I had seen her go, - And sight no more could hold of Beauty’s wine. - I had seen the fair face flush, - As the soft curtains of the tinted west, - Are drawn before the temple of the Night, - When the day-worn Sun has passed within; - Had seen the little body, whitely gowned, - Folded within its nest; - Had caught the last light kiss - Before the lips lay still; - And I had looked into the cool grey deep, - Where Sleep received the rose-leaf soul of her, - And bore it out upon her gentle waters. - - Into the night I passed, - Where on the mellow bosom of the west, - Floated the flame-lit shell of Hesperus; - And as I stayed with hallowed breath, - The soul of fire fell over the rim of night: - And then I knew the soul of her I loved, - Had heard the last clear call, - The low Elysian chant of Hesperus, - And loving me had borne the love I gave, - Out and beyond and over all the ends of earth, - And where the altar flame of Venus burned, - Had laid the gift and breathed her Childhood’s prayer. - - _The Poetry Journal_ _Robert Alden Sanborn_ - - - - -A ROMAN DOLL - -(IN A MUSEUM) - - - How an image of paint and wood - Leaped to her life with a love’s control, - Struck the chords of her motherhood, - Passionate little mother-soul! - Fair to her sight were the stolid eyes, - Dear to her toil the robes empearled. - She crooned it the ancient lullabies, - She gathered it close from the outer world. - They watched together, as Nero’s pyres - Fed the haze of a hundred fires. - - _Me in her fresh young arms she bore. - See, I am small, - Only a doll. - But I keep her kiss forevermore._ - - Long and lonely the toy has lain. - One by one into time’s abyss - Years have dropped as the drops of rain. - Yet the cycles have left us this! - O red-lipped mother, O mother sweet, - Today a sister has heard you call, - Your heart is beating in her heart-beat. - I saw her weep o’er the crumbling doll. - She knew, she knew! You had lived and smiled! - You had loved your dream, little Roman child! - - _Me in her fresh young arms she bore. - See, I am small, - Only a doll. - But I keep her kiss forevermore._ - - _The Poetry Journal_ _Agnes Lee_ - - - - -SAPPHO - - - Midnight, and in the darkness not a sound; - So, with hushed breathing, sleeps the autumn night. - Only the white immortal stars shall know, - Here in the house by the low-lintelled door, - How for the last time I have lit the lamp. - I think you are not wholly careless now, - Walls, that have sheltered me so many an hour, - Bed, that has brought me ecstasy and sleep, - Floors, that have borne me when a gale of joy - Lifted my soul and made me half a god. - Farewell; across the threshold many feet - Shall pass, but never Sappho’s feet again. - Girls shall come in whom love has made aware - Of all their swaying beauty--they shall sing, - But never Sappho’s voice like golden fire - Shall seek for heaven thro’ your echoing rafters; - There shall be sparrows bringing back the spring - Over the long blue meadows of the sea, - And south wind playing on the reeds of rain, - But never Sappho’s whisper in the night, - Never her love-cry when the lover comes. - Farewell, I close the door and make it fast. - - * * * * * - - The little street lies meek beneath the moon, - Running, as rivers run, to meet the sea. - I too go seaward and shall not return. - Oh, garlands on the door-posts that I pass, - Woven of asters and of autumn leaves, - I make a prayer for you: Cypris, be kind, - That every lover may be given love. - I shall not hasten lest the paving-stones - Should echo with my sandals and awake - Those who are warm beneath the cloak of sleep; - Lest they should rise and see me and should say: - “Whither goes Sappho lonely in the night?” - Whither goes Sappho? Whither all men go, - But they go driven, straining back with fear, - And Sappho goes as lightly as a leaf - Blown from brown autumn forests to the sea. - - * * * * * - - Here on the rock Zeus lifted from the waves, - I shall await the waking of the dawn, - Lying beneath the weight of dark as one - Lies breathless till the lover shall awake. - And with the sun, the sea shall cover me; - I shall be less than the dissolving foam, - Murmuring and melting on the ebbing tide. - I shall be less than spindrift, less than shells-- - And yet I shall be greater than the gods; - For destiny no more can bow my soul - As rain bows down the watch-fires on the hills. - Yea, if my soul escape, it shall aspire - Toward the white heaven as flame that has its will. - I go not bitterly, not dumb with grief, - Not broken by the ache of love--I go - As one grown tired lies down and hopes to sleep. - Yet they shall say: “It was for Cercolas-- - She died because she could not bear her love.” - They shall remember how we used to walk - Here on the cliff beneath the oleanders, - In the long limpid twilight of the spring, - Looking toward Khios where the amber sky - Was pierced by the faint arrow of a star. - How should they know the wind of a new beauty - Sweeping my soul had winnowed it with song? - I have been glad tho’ love should come or go, - Happy as trees that find a wind to sway them, - Happy again when it has left them rest. - Others shall say: “Grave Dica wrought her death.” - She would not lift her lips to take a kiss, - Or ever lift her eyes to take a smile. - She was a pool the winter paves with ice, - That the wild hunter in the hills must leave - With thirst unslaked in the brief southward sun. - Ah, Dica, it is not for thee I go. - And not for Phaon, tho’ his ship lifts sail - Here in the windless harbor, for the south. - Oh, darkling deities that guard the Nile, - Watch over one whose gods are far away; - Egypt, be kind to him--his eyes are deep. - Yet they are wrong who say, it was for him. - How should they know that Sappho lived and died - Faithful to love, not faithful to the lover, - Never transfused and lost in what she loved, - Never so wholly loving nor at peace. - I asked for something greater than I found, - And every time that love has made me weep, - I have rejoiced that love could be so strong; - For I have stood apart and watched my soul - Caught in the gust of passion, as a bird - With baffled wings against the dusty whirlwind - Struggles and frees itself to find the sky. - - * * * * * - - It is not for a single god, I go. - I have grown weary of the winds of heaven. - I will not be a reed to hold the sound - Of whatsoever breath the gods may blow, - Turning my torment into music for them. - They gave me life--the gift was bountiful, - I lived with the swift singing strength of fire, - Seeking for beauty as a flame for fuel, - Beauty in all things and in every hour. - The gods have given life, I gave them song; - The debt is paid and now I turn to go. - The breath of dawn blows the stars out like lamps, - There is a rim of silver on the sea. - As one grown tired, who hopes to sleep, I go. - - _Scribner’s_ _Sara Teasdale_ - - - - -OF MOIRA UP THE GLEN - - - It’s little that I’d care for the glories of Ireland, - Waiting for the shadows to gather in the glen, - Come the time of darkness, sitting by the hearth-light, - Whispering with bated breath for fear the little men - Should catch us and spell us to serve them for a year’s time, - Toiling and moiling within a faëry snare. - I’m thinkin’ ’twould be fearsome in the gray misty strangeness.-- - ’Tis hiding we’ll be in the clear free air! - - The sunlight above us, and willow hedge for shelter, - A tangle of soft things to rustle by the stream, - Where Moira, my white dove, whose beauty is my sorrow, - Would sit with me and travel on the long bright dream, - Travel with the water from the mountain to the meadow, - Down across the lowlands and gaily to the sea, - Out beyond the breakers to the shimmer of a far line - Poised and trembling within the heart of me. - - What shall I murmur to coax the dream of beauty - Out from the shadows to welcome in the dawn? - How shall I sing it that she may know the glory, - Know it and come by the first flush of morn? - The moonlight is dark light, ’tis fear I’m after feelin’, - The fairies should be in it and steal her heart away, - A goblet for their feasting, they’d drain it and fill it - With dreams of a far world beyond the light of day. - - It’s God’s light I’m wanting, and Moira to see it, - See it and tremble with the love of God, - And seeing it she’d turn, and look within my own eyes, - And wonder at the vision transforming a sod - Into worshipful silence and thought that is living, - Burning, and shaped by the warmth of its fire - To a chalice of tears and of laughter for singing - The lovely unfolding of dream-purged desire. - - _Smart Set_ _Edward J. O’Brien_ - - - - -MORNING GLORIES - - - Distant as a dream’s flight, - Lay an eerie plain, - Where the weary moonlight - Swooned into a moan; - Wailing after dead seed - Came the ghost of rain. - There was I, a wild weed, - Growing all alone. - - Like a doubted story, - Came the thought of day; - God and all His glory - Lingered otherwhere, - Busy with the spring thrill - Many dreams away. - Could a little weed’s will - Fling so far a prayer? - - Lo, the sudden wonder! - (Is a prayer so fleet?) - From the desert under, - Morning glories grew; - Twined me, bound me - With caressing feet; - Wove song ’round me-- - Pink, white, blue! - - As a fog is rifted - By the eager breeze, - Darkness broke and lifted, - Tossing like a sea! - Lo, the dawn was flowering - Through the maple trees! - Oh, and you were showering - Kisses over me! - - _Smart Set_ _John G. Neihardt_ - - - - -LEST I LEARN - - - Lest I learn, with clearer sight, - Such beauty cannot be-- - Tie a bandage, pull it tight, - Blind me, I would not see! - - Lest I learn, with clearer will, - Such wonder cannot be-- - Oh, kiss me nearer, nearer still, - And make a fool of me! - - _Smart Set_ _Witter Bynner_ - - - - -LATER - - - I went to the place where my youth took birth - In the slow, round kiss of an amorous girl, - When sonnets and lace were the measure of earth, - When death was forgotten and life was a whirl. - - I addled my brain with the memories flown - Of Heatherby Kaiser and Muriel Moore; - I thought of the women and men I had known,-- - The glittering eyes and the bolt on the door-- - - The warm, gray walls and the odor of musk, - The wine, the piano, the glistening feet, - The eyes grown hazy like shadows at dusk, - The minstreling music that rose from the street. - - I thought of Elise with her soft, gold hair; - And the buttonhook hung from the chandelier. - The spirit of passionate youth had been there-- - But somehow the dream of it wasn’t quite clear, - - For the place had been altered; the walls were red, - And the woodwork was stained with a desolate brown; - And they told me a woman had lain in the bed - For a year and a half with the curtains down. - - _Smart Set_ _Willard Huntington Wright_ - - - - -THE OLD MAID - - - I saw her in a Broadway car, - The woman I might grow to be; - I felt my lover look at her - And then turn suddenly to me. - - Her hair was dull and drew no light, - And yet its color was as mine; - Her eyes were strangely like my eyes, - Tho’ love had never made them shine. - - Her body was a thing grown thin, - Hungry for love that never came; - Her soul was frozen in the dark, - Unwarmed forever by love’s flame. - - I felt my lover look at her - And then turn suddenly to me-- - His eyes were magic to defy - The woman I shall never be. - - _The Forum_ _Sara Teasdale_ - - - - -DEPARTURE - - - The twilight is starred, - The dawn has arisen; - Light breaks from the east - And Song from her prison. - - Faint odors and sounds - The west-wind discloses - Of laughter and birds, - Of singing and roses. - - It is time to be gone-- - Day scatters the gloom; - But here at my side, - But still in the room, - - Like the angel of life, - Too kind to depart, - You hang at my lips, - You hang at my heart! - - _The Forum_ _John Hall Wheelock_ - - - - -AN ADIEU - - - Sorrow, quit me for a while! - Wintry days are over; - Hope again, with April smile, - Violets sows and clover. - - Pleasure follows in her path, - Love itself flies after, - And the brook a music hath - Sweet as childhood’s laughter. - - Not a bird upon the bough - Can repress its rapture, - Not a bud that blossoms now - But doth beauty capture. - - Sorrow, thou art Winter’s mate, - Spring cannot regret thee; - Yet, ah, yet--my friend of late-- - I shall not forget thee! - - _Harper’s_ _Florence Earle Coates_ - - - - -HEART’S TIDE - - - I thought I had forgotten you, - So far apart our lives were thrust! - ’Twas only as the earth forgets - The seed the sower left in trust. - - ’Twas only as the creeks forget - The tides that left their hollows dry; - Or as the home-bound ship forgets - Streamers of seaweed drifting by. - - My heart is earth that keeps untold - The secret of the seeds that sleep. - My thoughts are chalices of sand; - Your memory floods them and I weep. - - _Harper’s_ _Ethel M. Hewitt_ - - - - -WAITING - - - I thought my heart would break - Because the Spring was slow. - I said, “How long young April sleeps - Beneath the snow!” - - But when at last she came, - And buds broke in the dew, - I dreamed of my lost love, - And my heart broke, too! - - _Harper’s_ _Charles Hanson Towne_ - - - - -DESIDERIUM - - - Face in the tomb, that lies so still, - May I draw near, - And watch you sleep and love you, - Without word or tear? - - You smile, your eyelids flicker; - Shall I tell - How the world goes that lost you? - Shall I tell? - - Ah, love, lift not your eyelids; - ’Tis the same - Old story that we laughed at, - Still the same. - - We knew it, you and I, - We knew it all: - Still is the small the great, - The great the small; - - Still the cold lie quenches - The flaming truth, - And still embattled age - Wars against youth. - - Yet I believe still in the ever-living God - That fills your grave with perfume, - Writing your name in violets across the sod, - Shielding your holy face from hail and snow; - And, though the withered stay, the lovely go. - No transitory wrong or wrath of things - Shatters the faith--that each slow minute brings - That meadow nearer to us where your feet - Shall flutter near me like white butterflies-- - That meadow where immortal lovers meet, - Gazing forever in immortal eyes. - - _Smart Set_ _Richard Le Gallienne_ - - - - -HUMAN - - - Weighed down by grief, o’erborne by deep despair, - She lifted up white arms to heaven and prayed - That day for death; she made a mighty prayer - Beside her dear one gently to be laid. - - And standing thus, it flashed across her mind - How she must make a seemly silhouette - Against the sky, her figure sharply lined - Upon the westering sunlight, black as jet. - - _Smart Set_ _Richard Burton_ - - - - -THE GHOST - - - One whom I loved and never can forget - Returned to me in dream, and spoke with me, - As audibly, as sweet familiarly - As though warm fingers twined warm fingers yet. - Her eyes were bright and with great wonder wet - As in old days when some strange, swift decree - Brought touch-close love or death; and sorrow-free - She spoke as one long purged of all regret. - I heard, oh, glad beyond all speech, I heard, - Till to my lips the flaming query flashed: - _How is it--over there?_ Then, quite undone, - She trembled; in her deep eyes like a bird - The gladness fluttered, and as one abashed - She shook her head bewildered, and was gone. - - _Scribner’s_ _Hermann Hagedorn_ - - - - -A MOUNTAIN GATEWAY - - - I know a vale where I would go one day, - When June comes back and all the world once more - Is glad with summer. Deep with shade it lies, - A mighty cleft in the green bosoming hills, - A cool, dim gateway to the mountains’ heart. - - On either side the wooded slopes come down, - Hemlock and beech and chestnut; here and there - Through the deep forest laurel spreads and gleams, - Pink-white as Daphne in her loveliness-- - That still perfection from the world withdrawn, - As if the wood gods had arrested there - Immortal beauty in her breathless flight. - - Far overhead against the arching blue - Gray ledges overhang from dizzy heights, - Scarred by a thousand winters and untamed. - The road winds in from the broad riverlands, - Luring the happy traveler turn by turn, - Up to the lofty mountains of the sky. - - And where the road runs in the valley’s foot, - Through the dark woods the mountain stream comes down, - Singing and dancing all its youth away - Among the boulders and the shallow runs, - Where sunbeams pierce and mossy tree trunks hang, - Drenched all day long with murmuring sound and spray. - - There, light of heart and footfree, I would go - Up to my home among the lasting hills, - And in my cabin doorway sit me down, - Companioned in that leafy solitude - By the wood ghosts of twilight and of peace. - - And in that sweet seclusion I should hear, - Among the cool-leafed beeches in the dusk, - The calm-voiced thrushes at their evening hymn-- - So undistraught, so rapturous, so pure, - It well might be, in wisdom and in joy, - The seraphs singing at the birth of time - The unworn ritual of eternal things. - - _Smart Set_ _Bliss Carman_ - - - - -PERUGIA - - - For the sake of a weathered gray city set high on a hill - To the northward I go, - Where Umbria’s valley lies mile upon emerald mile - Outspread like a chart. - The wind in her steep, narrow streets is eternally chill - From the neighboring snow, - But linger who will in the lure of a southerly smile, - Here is my heart. - - Wrought to a mutual blueness are mountains and sky, - Intermingling they meet; - Little gray breathings of olive arise from the plain - Like sighs that are seen, - For man and his Maker harmonious toil, and the sigh - Of such labor is sweet, - And the fruits of their patience are vistas of vineyards and grain - In a glory of green. - - No wind from the valley that passes the casement but flings - Invisible flowers. - The carol of birds is a gossamer tissue of gold - On a background of bells. - Sweetest of all, in the silence the nightingale sings - Through the silver-pure hours, - Till the stars disappear like a dream that may never be told, - Which the dawning dispels. - - Never so darkling the alley but opens at last - On unlimited space; - Each gate is the frame of a vision that stretches away - To the rims of the sky. - Never a scar that was left by the pitiless past - But has taken a grace, - Like the mark of a smile that was turned upon children at play - In a summer gone by. - - Many the tyrants, my city, who held thee in thrall. - What remains of them now? - Names whispered back from the dark through a portal ajar, - They come not again. - By men thou wert made and wert marred, but, outlasting them all, - Is the soul that is thou-- - A soul that shall speak to my soul till I, too, pass afar, - And perchance even then. - - _Century_ _Amelia Josephine Burr_ - - - - -GHOSTS - - - They call you cold New England, - But underneath your snow - Is blood as red as roses - That in your gardens blow. - - The God that lights your forests - With torch of cardinal flower, - Forbids that ever the Puritan - Escape his crimson hour. - - The flame that skims brown furrows-- - The scarlet tanager’s breast, - Is sign to preacher and ploughman - Of dreams that haunt their rest. - - When witch and warlock perished - By fagot, scaffold and tree, - Their tortures slew their bodies - But set their spirits free! - - In freedom gliding, gloating, - Through the haunts their children claim - The swollen ghosts of the wicked - Grow fat on new-wrought shame. - - The old, sweet evil lingers, - The demon of uncontrol, - And madness creeps and crouches - In every haggard soul. - - And he who held moon revels - In Salem forests deep, - Well loves his hypocrite servants - Nor seeks to spoil their sleep. - - They call you cold New England-- - But surely even your snow - Is drift not of ice but of ashes, - To guard the flames below! - - _Smart Set_ _Marguerite Mooers Marshall_ - - - - -ST. JOHN AND THE FAUN - - -I - - O blest Imagination! - Bright power beneath man’s lid, - That in apparent beauty - Unveils the beauty hid! - In the gleaming of the instant - Abides the immortal thing; - Our souls that voyage unspeaking - Press forward, wing and wing; - From every passing object - A brighter radiance pours; - The Lethe of our daily lives - Sweeps by eternal shores. - - -II - - On the deep below Amalfi, - Where the long roll of the wave - Slowly breathed, and slipped beneath me - To gray cliff and sounding cave, - Came a boat-load of dark fishers, - Passed, and on the bright sea shone; - There, the vision of a moment, - I beheld the young St. John. - - At the stern the boy stood bending - Full his dreaming gaze on me; - Inexorably spread between us - Flashed the blue strait of the sea; - Slow receding,--distant,--distant,-- - While my bosom scarce drew breath,-- - Dreaming eyes on my eyes dreaming - Holy beauty without death. - - -III - - In the cloudland o’er Amalfi, - Where with mists the deep ravine - Like a cauldron smoked, and, clearing, - Showed, far down, the pictured scene, - Capes and bays and peaks and ocean, - And the city, like a gem, - Set in circlets of pale azure - That her beauty ring and hem,-- - Once, returning from the chasm - By the mountain’s woodland way, - Underneath the oak and chestnut - Where I loved to make delay, - (And dark boys and girls with faggots - Would pass near on that wild lawn, - And at times they brought me rosebuds), - There one day I saw a faun. - - The wood was still with noontide, - The very trees seemed lone, - When from a neighboring thicket - His moon-eyes on me shone, - Motionless, and bright, and staring, - And with a startled grace; - As nature, wildly magical - Was the beauty of his face; - - And as some gentle creature - That, curious, has fear, - Dumb he stood and gazed upon me, - But did not venture near; - And I moved not, nor motioned, - Nor gave him any sign, - Nor broke the momentary spell - Of the old world divine. - - -IV - - Love, with no other agent - Save communion by the eye, - Evoked from those bright creatures - Our secret unity; - There, flowering from old ages, - Hung on time’s blossoming stem - All that fairest was in me - Or loveliest in them; - And truly it was happiness - Unto a poet’s heart - To find that living in his breast - Which is immortal art. - - _The Forum_ _George Edward Woodberry_ - - - - -SCHOOL - - -I - - Old Hezekiah leaned hard on his hoe - And squinted long at Eben, his lank son. - The silence shrilled with crickets. Day was done, - And, row on dusky row, - Tall bean poles ribbed with dark the gold-bright afterglow. - Eben stood staring: ever, one by one, - The tendril tops turned ashen as they flared. - Still Eben stared. - - O, there is wonder on New Hampshire hills, - Hoeing the warm, bright furrows of brown earth, - And there is grandeur in the stone wall’s birth, - And in the sweat that spills - From rugged toil its sweetness; yet for wild young wills - There is no dew of wonder, but stark dearth, - In one old man who hoes his long bean rows, - And only hoes. - - Old Hezekiah turned slow on his heel. - He touched his son. Thro’ all the carking day - There are so many littlish cares to weigh - Large natures down, and steel - The heart of understanding. “Son, how is’t ye feel? - What are ye starin’ on--a gal?” A ray - Flushed Eben from the fading afterglow: - He dropped his hoe. - - He dropped his hoe, but sudden stooped again - And raised it where it fell. Nothing he spoke, - But bent his knee and--crack! the handle broke, - Splintering. With glare of pain, - He flung the pieces down, and stamped upon them; then-- - Like one who leaps out naked from his cloak-- - Ran. “Here, come back! Where are ye bound--you fool?” - He cried--“To school!” - - -II - - Now on the mountain morning laughed with light-- - With light and all the future in her face, - For there she looked on many a far-off place - And wild adventurous sight, - For which the mad young autumn wind hallooed with might - And dared the roaring mill-brook to the race, - Where blue-jays screamed beyond the pine-dark pool-- - “To school!--To school!” - - Blackcoated, Eben took the barefoot trail, - Holding with wary hand his Sunday boots; - Harsh catbirds mocked his whistling with their hoots; - Under his swallowtail - Against his hip-strap bumping, clinked his dinner pail; - Frost maples flamed, lone thrushes touched their lutes; - Gray squirrels bobbed, with tails stiff curved to backs, - To eye his tracks. - - Soon at the lonely crossroads he passed by - The little one-room schoolhouse. He peered in. - There stood the bench where he had often been - Admonished flagrantly - To drone his numbers: now to this he said good-bye - For mightier lure of more romantic scene: - Good-bye to childish rule and homely chore - Forevermore! - - All day he hastened like the flying cloud - Breathless above him, big with dreams, yet dumb. - With tightened jaw he chewed the tart spruce gum, - And muttered half aloud - Huge oracles. At last, where thro’ the pine-tops bowed - The sun, it rose!--His heart beat like a drum. - There, there it rose--his tower of prophecy: - The Academy! - - -III - - They learn to live who learn to contemplate, - For contemplation is the unconfined - God who creates us. To the growing mind - Freedom to think is fate, - And all that age and after-knowledge augurate - Lies in a little dream of youth enshrined: - That dream to nourish with the skilful rule - Of love--is school. - - Eben, in mystic tumult of his teens, - Stood bursting--like a ripe seed--into soul. - All his life long he had watched the great hills roll - Their shadows, tints and sheens - By sun- and moonrise; yet the bane of hoeing beans, - And round of joyless chores, his father’s toll, - Blotted their beauty; nature was as naught: - He had never _thought_. - - But now he climbed his boyhood’s castle tower - And knocked. Ah, well then for his after-fate - That one of nature’s masters opened the gate, - Where like an April shower - Live influence quickened all his earth-blind seed to power. - Strangely his sense of truth grew passionate, - And like a young bull, led in yoke to drink, - He bowed to think. - - There also bowed their heads with him to quaff-- - The snorting herd! And many a wholesome grip - He had of rivalry and fellowship. - Often the game was rough, - But Eben tossed his horns and never balked the cuff; - For still through play and task his Dream would slip-- - A radiant Herdsman, guiding destiny - To his degree. - - -IV - - Once more old Hezekiah stayed his hoe - To squint at Eben. Silent, Eben scanned - A little roll of sheepskin in his hand, - While, row on dusky row, - Tall bean poles ribbed with dark the gold-pale afterglow. - The boy looked up: here was another land! - Mountain and farm with mystic beauty flared - Where Eben stared. - - Stooping, he lifted with a furtive smile - Two splintered sticks, and spliced them. Nevermore - His spirit would go beastwise to his chore - Blinded, for even while - He stooped to the old task, sudden in the sunset’s pile - His radiant Herdsman swung a fiery door, - Thro’ which came forth with far-borne trumpetings - Poets and kings, - - His fellow conquerors: there Virgil dreamed, - There Cæsar fought and won the barbarous tribes, - There Darwin, pensive, bore the ignorant gibes, - And One with thorns redeemed - From malice the wild hearts of men: there surged and streamed - With chemic fire the forges of old scribes - Testing anew the crucibles of toil - To save God’s soil. - - So Eben turned again to hoe his beans, - But now, to ballads which his Herdsman sung, - Henceforth he hoed the dream in with the dung, - And for his ancient spleens - Planting new joys, imagination found him means. - At last old Hezekiah loosed his tongue: - “Well, boy, this school--what has it learned ye to know?” - He said: “To hoe.” - - _The Forum_ _Percy MacKaye_ - - - - -THE MARVELOUS MUNCHAUSEN - - - The snug little room with its brazier fire aglow, - And Piet and Sachs and Vroom--all in the long ago,-- - Oh, the very long ago!--o’er their pipes and hollands seen; - And on the wall the man-o’-war, and firelight on the screen! - - Their flowered, bulging waistcoats that wrinkle when they chuckle; - The baron, much-mustachioed, and gay with star and buckle, - And bristling in a uniform as scarlet as his cheeks, - With choker lace beneath his chin, and splendid, yellow breeks! - - The smoke drifts blue, and bluer through that window, all abreeze, - Are glinting sky and glistening sea beyond the Holland quays. - Blue tiles, red bricks, the bustling wharves, with color’s oriflamme; - Starched caps and rosy-posy cheeks--the girls of Amsterdam! - - The snug little room with its brazier fire aglow! - Oh, listen, will he tell them, as he told them long ago,-- - Oh, very long ago, a-laughing in his sleeve!-- - The marvelous Munchausen, with the fables _I_ believe? - - * * * * * - - “When I had sown the Turkey beans that reachéd to the moon, - And lifted all Westminster in the sling from my balloon - (Swung over the Atlantic, - They peered from windows, frantic), - When, eagle-back, I’d scanned the pole in broad, eternal noon, - - “In Queen Mab’s chariot I ventured on the sea. - ’Twas like a mammoth hazelnut, with matchless orrery - A-sparkle on its ceiling, - With planet systems wheeling - And giddy comets sizzling all about the head o’ me. - - “The nine bulls drew it, as stout as those of Crete, - And all were shod with horrid skulls that clattered on their feet. - Rich banners waved behind ’em, - While on their backs, to mind ’em, - Postilion crickets chirruped them, all chirping loud and sweet. - - “Ghost of the Cape I warn you of, for he is bottle-blue. - We split his Table Mountain. He gibbered and he flew. - The bulls straight showed disfeature - With gazing on the creature, - Stampeding in their harness when I gave the view-halloo. - - “Though wrecked on Egypt’s obelisks, disaster I defied, - And harnessed Sphinx, the emperor’s gift, to tow an ark as wide - As great Westminster; - With beau and bell and spinster, - And cleric, clerk, and coronet all tête-à-tête inside. - - “‘Good folk, we sail for Africa,’ said I to all my train. - ‘When bold Munchausen leads you forth, what laggard dares remain - In slippered ease, uncaring - To share my deeds of daring?’ - Their cheers amazed my modesty, and more had made me vain. - - “‘The sultan’s bees I’ve shepherded. I’ve hornpiped at Marseilles, - Where gulped me down, well nigh to drown, the liveliest of whales. - I’m riskiest of riskers, - But, blow my grizzled whiskers!’ - I cried, ‘May jackals gnaw my bones if now Munchausen fails!’ - - “By night the lions roared at us. By day the simoons came - And swept across our caravan in sandy clouds of flame; - But naught dismayed our temper, or - The genial Afric emperor - Had missed my handsome greeting, to his long-abiding shame. - - “The people of the Mountains of the Moon I wined and dined. - I reigned at Gristariska when His Majesty declined. - Reforms I wrought untiring, - With Gog and Magog squiring, - And Frosticos, my bosom friend, who lent a legal mind. - - “For last superb achievement,--bright tears may Envy shed!-- - I built a bridge, from Africa to distant England spread: - No edifice of fable, - Nay, not the Tower of Babel, - Surpassed its mammoth glory in the heavens overhead. - - “So back across its noble arch my retinue and I - Advanced with blaring trumpets through the regions of the sky. - Clouds lingered to enwreathe us, - Earth’s kingdoms far beneath us, - And martial music cheered our march from all the birds that fly.” - - * * * * * - - The snug little room with its brazier fire aglow, - And Piet and Sachs and Vroom all sleeping long ago,-- - Oh, so very long ago!--and, chuckling in his sleeve, - Still, o’er the slumbering table, - Drone-droning on his fable, - The marvelous Munchausen, with the stories _I_ believe! - - _Century_ _William Rose Benét_ - - - - -TRAIN-MATES - - - Outside hove Shasta, snowy height on height, - A glory; but a negligible sight, - For you had often seen a mountain-peak - But not my paper. So we came to speak. - A smoke, a smile,--a good way to commence - The comfortable exchange of difference!-- - You a young engineer, five feet eleven, - Forty-five chest, with football in your heaven, - Liking a road-bed newly built and clean, - Your fingers hot to cut away the green - Of brush and flowers that bring beside a track - The kind of beauty steel lines ought to lack,-- - And I a poet, wistful of my betters, - Reading George Meredith’s high-hearted Letters, - Joining betweenwhile in the mingled speech - Of a drummer, circus-man, and parson, each - Absorbing to himself--as I to me - And you to you--a glad identity! - After a while when the others went away, - A curious kinship made us want to stay, - Which I could tell you now; but at the time - You thought of baseball teams and I of rhyme, - Until we found that we were college men - And smoked more easily and smiled again; - And I from Cambridge cried, the poet still: - “I know your fine Greek Theatre on the hill - At Berkeley!” With your happy Grecian head - Upraised, “I never saw the place,” you said. - “Once I was free of class, I always went - Out to the field.” - Young engineer, - You meant as fair a tribute to the better part - As ever I did. Beauty of the heart - Is evident in temples. But it breathes - Alive where athletes quicken airy wreaths, - Which are the lovelier because they die. - You are a poet quite as much as I, - Though differences appear in what we do, - And I an athlete quite as much as you. - Because you half-surmised my quarter-mile - And I your quatrain, we could greet and smile. - Who knows but we shall look again and find - The circus-man and drummer, not behind - But leading in our visible estate, - As discus-thrower and as laureate? - - _Yale Review_ _Witter Bynner_ - - - - -THE KALLYOPE YELL - -[_Loudly and rapidly with a leader, College yell fashion_] - - -I - - Proud men - Eternally - Go about, - Slander me, - Call me the “Calliope.” - Sizz . . . . . - Fizz . . . . . - - -II - - I am the Gutter Dream, - Tune-maker, born of steam, - Tooting joy, tooting hope. - I am the Kallyope, - Car called the Kallyope. - Willy willy willy wah HOO! - See the flags: snow-white tent, - See the bear and elephant, - See the monkey jump the rope, - Listen to the Kallyope, Kallyope, Kallyope! - Soul of the rhinoceros - And the hippopotamus - (Listen to the lion roar!) - Jaguar, cockatoot, - Loons, owls, - Hoot, Hoot. - Listen to the lion roar, - Listen to the lion roar, - Listen to the lion R-O-A-R! - Hear the leopard cry for gore, - Willy willy willy wah HOO! - Hail the bloody Indian band, - Hail, all hail the popcorn stand, - Hail to Barnum’s picture there, - People’s idol everywhere, - Whoop, whoop, whoop, WHOOP! - Music of the mob am I, - Circus day’s tremendous cry:-- - I am the Kallyope, Kallyope, Kallyope! - Hoot toot, hoot toot, hoot toot, hoot toot, - Willy willy willy wah HOO! - Sizz, fizz . . . . . - - -III - - Born of mobs, born of steam, - Listen to my golden dream, - Listen to my golden dream, - Listen to my G-O-L-D-E-N D-R-E-A-M! - Whoop whoop whoop whoop WHOOP! - I will blow the proud folk low, - Humanize the dour and slow, - I will shake the proud folk down, - (Listen to the lion roar!) - Popcorn crowds shall rule the town-- - Willy willy willy wah HOO! - Steam shall work melodiously, - Brotherhood increase. - You’ll see the world and all it holds - For fifty cents apiece. - Willy willy willy wah HOO! - Every day a circus day. - - _What?_ - - Well, _almost_ every day. - Nevermore the sweater’s den, - Nevermore the prison pen. - Gone the war on land and sea - That aforetime troubled men. - Nations all in amity, - Happy in their plumes arrayed - In the long bright street parade. - Bands a-playing every day. - - _What?_ - - Well, _almost_ every day. - I am the Kallyope, Kallyope, Kallyope! - Willy willy willy wah HOO! - Hoot, toot, hoot, toot, - Whoop whoop whoop whoop, - Willy willy willy wah HOO! - Sizz, fizz . . . . . - - -IV - - Every soul - Resident - In the earth’s one circus tent! - Every man a trapeze king - Then a pleased spectator there. - On the benches! In the ring! - While the neighbors gawk and stare - And the cheering rolls along. - Almost every day a race - When the merry starting gong - Rings, each chariot on the line, - Every driver fit and fine - With the steel-spring Roman grace. - Almost every day a dream, - Almost every day a dream. - Every girl, - Maid or wife, - Wild with music, - Eyes a-gleam - With that marvel called desire: - Actress, princess, fit for life, - Armed with honor like a knife, - Jumping thro’ the hoops of fire. - (Listen to the lion roar!) - Making all the children shout - Clowns shall tumble all about, - Painted high and full of song - While the cheering rolls along, - Tho’ they scream, - Tho’ they rage, - Every beast - In his cage, - Every beast - In his den - That aforetime troubled men. - - -V - - I am the Kallyope, Kallyope, Kallyope, - Tooting hope, tooting hope, tooting hope, tooting hope; - Shaking window-pane and door - With a crashing cosmic tune, - With the war-cry of the spheres, - Rhythm of the roar of noon, - Rhythm of Niagara’s roar, - Voicing planet, star and moon, - SHRIEKING of the better years. - Prophet-singers will arise, - Prophets coming after me, - Sing my song in softer guise - With more delicate surprise; - I am but the pioneer - Voice of the Democracy; - I am the gutter-dream, - I am the golden dream, - Singing science, singing steam. - I will blow the proud folk down, - (Listen to the lion roar!) - I am the Kallyope, Kallyope, Kallyope, - Tooting hope, tooting hope, tooting hope, tooting hope, - Willy willy willy wah HOO! - Hoot toot, hoot toot, hoot toot, hoot toot, - Whoop whoop, whoop whoop, - Whoop whoop, whoop whoop, - Willy willy willy wah HOO! - Sizz ..... - Fizz ..... - - _The Forum_ _Nicholas Vachel Lindsay_ - - - - -THANKSGIVING FOR OUR TASK - - - The sickle is dulled of the reaping and the threshing-floor is bare; - The dust of night’s in the air. - The peace of the weary is ours: - All day we have taken the fruit and the grain and the seeds of the flowers. - - The ev’ning is chill, - It is good now to gather in peace by the flames of the fire. - We have done now the deed that we did for our need and desire: - We have wrought our will. - - And now for the boon of abundance and golden increase, - And immurèd peace, - Shall we thank our God? - Bethink us, amid His indulgence, His terrible rod? - - Shall we be as the maple and oak, - Strew the earth with our gold, giving only bare boughs to the sky? - Nay, the pine stayeth green while the Winter growls sullenly by, - And doth not revoke - - For soft days or stern days the pledge of its constancy. - Shall we not be - Also the same through all days, - Giving thanks when the battle breaks on us, in toil giving praise? - - O Father who saw at the dawn, - That the folly of Pride would be the lush weed of our sin, - There is better than that in our hearts, O enter therein, - A light burneth, though wan - - And weak be the flame, yet it gloweth, our Humility! - Ah, how can it be - Trimmed o’ the wick, - And replenished with oil to burn brightly and golden and quick? - - For deep in our hearts - We wish to be thankful through lean years and fat without change, - Knowing that here Thou hast set for the spirit a range: - We would play well our parts, - - Making America throb with the building of souls and the glory of good; - Yea, and we would, - And before the last Autumn we will - Build a temple from ocean to ocean where deeds never still - - Melodiously shall proclaim - Thanksgiving forever that Thou hast set here to our hand - So wondrous a mystical harvest, that Thou dost demand - Sheaves bound in Thy name, - - Yea, supersubstantial sheaves of strong souls that have grown - Fain to be known - As the corn of Thine occident field: - O Yielder of All, can America worthily thank Thee till such be her yield? - - In the mellowing light - Of the goldenest days that precede the gray days of the year, - We sing Thee our harvesting song and we pray Thee to hear, - In the midst of Thy might: - - Labor is given to us, - Let us give thanks! - Power worketh through us, - Let us give thanks! - Not for what we have - (So might speak a slave), - Not for the garnering, - Gratefully we sing, - But for the mighty thing - We must do, travailing! - For our task and for our strength; - For the journey and its length; - For our dauntless eagerness; - For our humbling weariness; - For these, for these, O Father, - Let us give thanks! - For these, O Mighty Father, - Take Thou our thanks! - - _The Forum_ _Shaemas OSheel_ - - - - -A LIKENESS - -PORTRAIT BUST OF AN UNKNOWN, CAPITOL, ROME - - - In every line a supple beauty-- - The restless head a little bent-- - Disgust of pleasure, scorn of duty, - The unseeing eyes of discontent. - I often come to sit beside him, - This youth who passed and left no trace - Of good or ill that did betide him, - Save the disdain upon his face. - - The hope of all his House, the brother - Adored, the golden-hearted son, - Whom Fortune pampered like a mother; - And then--a shadow on the sun. - Whether he followed Cæsar’s trumpet, - Or chanced the riskier game at home - To find how favor played the strumpet - In fickle politics at Rome; - - Whether he dreamed a dream in Asia - He never could forget by day, - Or gave his youth to some Aspasia, - Or gamed his heritage away; - Once lost, across the Empire’s border - This man would seek his peace in vain; - His look arraigns a social order - Somehow entrammelled with his pain. - - “The dice of gods are always loaded”; - One gambler, arrogant as they, - Fierce, and by fierce injustice goaded, - Left both his hazard and the play. - Incapable of compromises, - Unable to forgive or spare, - The strange awarding of the prizes - He had no fortitude to bear. - - Tricked by the forms of things material-- - The solid-seeming arch and stone, - The noise of war, the pomp imperial, - The heights and depths about a throne-- - He missed, among the shapes diurnal, - The old, deep-travelled road from pain, - The thoughts of men which are eternal, - In which, eternal, men remain. - - Ritratto d’ignoto; defying - Things unsubstantial as a dream-- - An Empire, long in ashes lying-- - His face still set against the stream. - Yes, so he looked, that gifted brother - I loved, who passed and left no trace, - Not even--luckier than this other-- - His sorrow in a marble face. - - _Scribner’s_ _Willa Sibert Cather_ - - - - -THE FIELD OF GLORY - - - War shook the land where Levi dwelt, - And fired the dismal wrath he felt, - That such a doom was ever wrought - As his, to toil while others fought; - To toil, to dream--and still to dream, - With one day barren as another; - To consummate, as it would seem, - The dry despair of his old mother. - - Far off one afternoon began - The sound of man destroying man; - And Levi, sick with nameless rage, - Condemned again his heritage, - And sighed for scars that might have come, - And would, if once he could have sundered - Those harsh, inhering claims of home - That held him while he cursed and wondered. - - Another day, and then there came, - Rough, bloody, ribald, hungry, lame, - But yet themselves, to Levi’s door, - Two remnants of the day before. - They laughed at him and what he sought; - They jeered him, and his painful acre; - But Levi knew that they had fought, - And left their manners to their Maker. - - That night, for the grim widow’s ears, - With hopes that hid themselves in fears, - He told of arms, and featly deeds, - Whereat one leaps the while he reads, - And said he’d be no more a clown, - While others drew the breath of battle. - The mother looked him up and down, - And laughed--a scant laugh with a rattle. - - She told him what she found to tell, - And Levi listened, and heard well - Some admonitions of a voice - That left him no cause to rejoice. - He sought a friend, and found the stars, - And prayed aloud that they should aid him; - But they said not a word of wars, - Or of a reason why God made him. - - And who’s of this or that estate - We do not wholly calculate, - When baffling shades that shift and cling - Are not without their glimmering; - When even Levi, tired of faith, - Beloved of none, forgot by many, - Dismissed as an inferior wraith, - Reborn may be as great as any. - - _The Outlook_ _Edwin Arlington Robinson_ - - - - -RICH MAN, POOR MAN-- - - - Oh, joy that burns in Denver tavern! - The lights, the drink, the ceaseless play! - A kingdom, dull within a cavern, - Across the boards he flings away. - - Then night that falls on either mountain - (Ah, bitter black it falls between); - But he, like water to its fountain, - Is come again where life runs clean. - - So Death shall find him, delving, peering. - Still silver rock, still golden sand. - He weeps to hear the magpies’ jeering, - But he is back in his own land. - - _Lippincott’s_ _Francis Hill_ - - - - -THE SIN EATER - - -I - - Hark ye! Hush ye! Margot’s dead! - Hush! Have done wi’ your brawling tune! - Danced, she did, till the stars grew pale; - Mother o’ God, an’ she’s gone at noon! - Sh-h ... d’ye _hear_ me?--Margot’s _dead_! - Sickened an’ drooped an’ died in an hour! - (Bring me th’ milk an’ th’ meat an’ bread.) - Drooped, she did, like a wilted flower. - Come an’ look at her, how she lies, - Little an’ lone, and like she’s scared.... - (She lost her beads last Friday week, - Tore her Book, an’ she never cared.)... - Eh, my lass, but it’s winter, now-- - You that ever was meant for June, - Your laughing mouth an’ your dancing feet-- - An’ now you’re done, like an ended tune. - Where’s that woman? Ah, give it me quick, - Food at her head an’ her poor, still feet.... - There’s plenty, fool! D’ye think the wench - Had _so_ many sins for himself to eat? - Take up your cloak an’ hand me mine.... - Are we fetchin’ him? Eh, for sure! - An’ you’ll come with me for all your quakes, - Clear to his cave across the moor! - --Margot, dearie, don’t look so scared, - It’s no long while till your peace begins! - What if you tore your Book, poor lamb? - I’m bringin’ you one will eat your sins! - - -II - - It’s a blood-red sun that’s sinkin’.... - Ohooo, but the marshland’s drear! - Woman, for why will you be shrinkin’? - I’m tellin’ you there’s nought to fear. - What if the twilight’s gloomish - An’ th’ shadows creep an’ crawl?-- - Woman, woman, here’ll be th’ cave! - Stand by me close till I call! - “Sin Eater! Devil Cheater!” - (Eh, it echoes hollowly!) - “Margot’s dead at Willow Farm! - Shroud your face and follow me!” - - -III - - One o’ th’ clock ... two o’ th’ clock.... - This night’s a week in span! - Still he crouches by her side.... - Devil ... ghost ... or man?... - - -IV - - Woman, never cock’s crow sounded sweet before! - Set the casement wide ajar, fasten back the door! - Eh, but I be cold an’ stiff, waitin’ for th’ dawn; - Fetch me flowers--jessamine--see, the food is gone.... - Light enough to see her now.... Mary! How her face - Shines on us like altar fires, now she’s sure o’ grace! - Never mind your Book, my lamb, never mind your beads, - There’s th’ Gleam before you now, follow where it leads. - - -V - - Tearful peace and gentle grief - Brood on Willow Farm: - Margot, sleeping in her flowers, - Smiles, secure from harm: - In a cave across the moor, - Dank and dark within, - Moans the trafficker in souls, - Freshly bowed with sin. - - _Smart Set_ _Ruth Comfort Mitchell_ - - - - -NIGHT-SENTRIES - - - Ever as sinks the day on sea or land, - Called or uncalled, you take your kindred posts. - At helm and lever, wheel and switch, you stand, - On the world’s wastes and melancholy coasts. - Strength to the patient hand! - To all, alert and faithful in the night, - May there be Light! - - Now roars the wrenching train along the dark; - How many watchers guard the barren way - In signal-towers, at stammering keys, to mark - The word the whispering horizons say! - To all that see and hark-- - To all, alert and faithful in the night, - May there be Light! - - On ruthless streets, on byways sad with sin-- - Half-hated by the blinded ones you guard-- - Guard well, lest crime unheeded enter in! - The dark is cruel and the vigil hard, - The hours of guilt begin. - To all, alert and faithful in the night, - May there be Light! - - Now storms the pulsing hull adown the sea: - Gaze onward, anxious eyes, to mist or star! - Where foams the heaving highway blank and free? - Where wait the reef, the berg, the cape, the bar? - Whatever menace be, - To all, alert and faithful in the night, - May there be Light! - - Now the surf-rumble rides the midnight wind, - And grave patrols are on ocean edge. - Now soars the rocket where the billows grind, - Discerned too late, on sunken shoal or ledge. - To all that seek and find, - To all, alert and faithful in the night, - May there be Light! - - On lonely headlands gleam the lamps that warn, - Star-steady, or ablink like dragon-eyes. - Govern your rays, or wake the giant horn - Within the fog that welds the sea and skies! - Far distant runs the morn: - To all, alert and faithful in the night, - May there be Light! - - Now glow the lesser lamps in rooms of pain, - Where nurse and doctor watch the joyless breath, - Drawn in a sigh, and sighing lost again. - Who waits without the threshold, Life or Death? - Reckon you loss or gain? - To all, alert and faithful in the night, - May there be Light! - - Honor to you that guard our welfare now! - To you that constant in the past have stood! - To all by whom the future shall avow - Unconquerable fortitude and good! - Upon the sleepless brow - Of each, alert and faithful in the night, - May there be Light! - - _Harper’s_ _George Sterling_ - - - - -THE SWORDLESS CHRIST - -VICISTI, GALILEE - - - Aye, down the years, behold, he rides, - The lowly Christ, upon an ass; - But conquering? Ten shall heed the call, - A thousand idly watch him pass: - - They watch him pass, or lightly hold - In mock lip-loyalty his name: - A thousand--were they his to lead! - But meek, without a sword, he came. - - A myriad horsemen swept the field - With Attila, the whirlwind Hun: - A myriad cannon spake for him, - The silent, dread Napoleon. - - For these had ready spoil to give. - Had reeking spoil for savage hands; - Slaves, and fair wives, and pillage rare: - The wealth of cities: teeming lands. - - And if the world, once drunk with blood, - Sated, has turned from arms to peace, - Man hath not lost his ancient lusts; - The weapons change; war doth not cease. - - The mother in the stifling den, - The brain-dulled child beside the loom, - The hordes that swarm and toil and starve, - We laugh, and tread them to their doom. - - They shriek, and cry their prayers to Christ; - And lift wan faces, hands that bleed: - In vain they pray, for what is Christ? - A leader--without men to lead. - - Ah, piteous Christ, afar he rides: - We see him, but the face is dim. - We, that would leap at crash of drums, - Are slow to rise and follow him. - - _The Forum_ _Percy Adams Hutchison_ - - - - -WHAT OF THE NIGHT? - - - What of the night - And the eventual silences? - Art thou not cold with the knowledge of decay - And the uncompromising reaches of the earth? - What of the night - When the tune falters and the blood chills? - When thou art one with the grass - And the underbrush of the world, - Wilt thou forget the names of flowers, - The rhythm of song and the lips, still balmy with the breasts of women? - When thou and the fog on the hilltop are as brother and sister, - Wilt thou forget utterly the ways of men, - The clash of swords and the sting of wine, - The dim horizons and the grace of girls? - When thou art alone eternally - What of the night? - - Where will God be - When thou art swathed in silence; - When the wreckage of dreams has crushed thee - And the lust for springtimes dissolved thee? - Wilt thou have visions only of the dawn - And autumn sunsets? - Will the memory of women’s faces haunt thy grave? - Will the odor of blue flowers find thy dust? - When thou art choking on the calm indifference of youth - And the everlasting beauty of trees, - Wilt thou dream only of the June, - The love of women and the great democracy of men? - - When thou hast fought and failed, - And thy brow has withered laurelless, - And thy name has been effaced by the insatiable winds, - And thou hast gone out at the Western gate - To join the laggards of the dead, - Wilt thou crave only the withheld success, - The transitory fame of twilight years? - Will thy soul cry out only for the song, - The red dawn and the glad triumph of love? - - Wilt thou indeed forget the days of pain, - The ineffectual prayers, - The lies of time and the bitterness of defeat? - Or, remembering these things, - Wilt thou forget the hands of women and the rude love of men, - And be glad of thy dark quietude? - - When thou art part of the impending gloom, - I deem that life will seem to thee - In no such wise,-- - But rather thou wilt dream it as a whole; - Not as a song, nor yet a broken bell; - But all that thou hast been--the great tears, - The rain, the kisses and the flutes, - The old sorrows and the hills at dawn, - Much laughter and much grief and the stern fight. - And thou shalt know how all of life is gain-- - The gold of youth, the gray defeat of age-- - How in the soul’s inharmony there lies - The incoherent unity of things. - - _The Forum_ _Willard Huntington Wright_ - - - - -A THRENODY - -IN MEMORY OF THE DESTRUCTION OF MESSINA BY EARTHQUAKE - - - Sicilian Muse! O thou who sittest dumb - Amid the sodden fields and ways forlorn, - Where once the herdsmen singing, watched their kine - Breast-deep in fragrance, odorous eve and morn; - Stranger to thee, yet led by love I come, - A suppliant sable-stoled, to mix with thine - My tears, and at thy shrine - Kindle a funeral torch for Sicily: - Give not the suppliant’s prayer the meed of blame! - Scorn not the stranger’s proffered oil and wine! - O thou from whom the heavenly madness came, - When Orpheus hymning struck his golden lute, - And stirred old memories in Persephone, - While all the lonely shades in hell stood mute - To watch the still-beloved Eurydice - Borne lightly upward on the silver surge - To Enna’s flowery verge;-- - Spirit august! Child of Mnemosyne! - With reverence and true humility - I break before thy feet my careless flute, - And wait upon my lips thy touch of flame: - Begin, Sicilian Muse! Begin the dirge! - O race unmindful of the Destinies! - The dread Euminides - Or Mœræ old, sent from Earth’s inmost core - A tremor, warning blindly ye who, blind, - See not the sleepless doom that evermore - Has watched your tragic shore - Since lost sea-rovers shaded first their eyes - To spy the riches of your waving store, - And grated up your sands with doubtful keel. - The startled jungle growled above its young; - The Arctic foxes snuffed the scentless wind; - But ye who knew yourselves a fated race, - That gods have loved and gods to hate exposed, - Though black the death clouds over Ætna hung, - Forgot the anguish in Pompeii’s face, - Beneath her half-drawn winding sheet disclosed; - Forgot white Lisbon’s doom, nor called to mind-- - In pleasant Zancle taking noonday ease-- - How, from its ashes by the western seas - A stricken Phœnix rises, stone and steel. - Fresh as her Poro flowers at early dawn, - When over Hybla’s hills the yellow bees - From aromatic blossoms shake the dew; - Fair as the maiden ere by dark Fate drawn, - She saw the wide earth yawn - Before the thunderous horses, and the strong - Arm of Aïdes crushed her gathered flowers; - So fresh, so fair, amid her storied seas, - She who remains through changes æon-long - A greater Helen wooed with sword and song, - Of mightier victors bride and battle prize, - Lay lapped in peace, when swift from Hades driven, - Upward the death-king came; the earth was riven, - And through the darkness rang her children’s cries. - Now Scylla unto fierce Charybdis calls, - While on the water spreads a crimson stain; - Now Galatea sobs in Ocean’s halls, - And vengeful Polyphemus laughs again. - The Nereids now in oozy caverns hide, - Where sea-kings of the old Æolian shore - Watch sunken argosies forevermore, - And tell their tales of dread Poseidon’s hate; - While dimly from the far, ensanguined tide - Patient Odysseus furrowed once of yore, - A glint of daylight through the darkness falls - On swaying helmets, tumbled bronze and gold, - On broidered vestments stiff and Tyrian dyed. - There hide they; but the sea-kings keep their state, - Telling of ancient dooms and deaths of old, - Nor know they how beside the darkened strait - And up the slopes of olive, vine and grain, - The dryads wail a land left desolate. - Wail thou, great Muse, the dear Sicilian land! - Now greater grief is thine than when of old - Young Adon in the Cyprian’s arms lay cold, - And Daphnis’ years were told. - Take thou the lyre from Time’s enfeebled hand; - Hushed is the music of Empedocles, - Of splendid Pindar, pure Simonides, - Bion and Moschus and Theocritus, - And those who unto us - Nameless, yet live as human memories. - Hushed is the last of all that laurelled band, - Hushed, or on Charon’s strand - Urging in vain petition dolorous, - To pass where Pan, his boyish pipings done, - Stands wistful, while the nymphs, by fear made bold, - Cling with their long lithe arms about his knees. - Wail thou, great Muse! or loose from Acheron - Some worthy bearer of the singing bough - Whose madness whirls me now - On melting wings too near the southern sun. - Yet why for aught on earth should grief be loud, - Since all that is, is born to pass away? - Hero and maiden to the urn are vowed, - And beauty saves not when the debt falls due; - Apollo with the darker gods has died, - And Gæa at the last shall be as they. - O Helen of the soul! O golden isle! - By beauty doomed, by beauty sanctified, - Thou too canst not abide, - But like all else shalt last a little while-- - A little longer than the falling spray-- - Then pass as planet dust or gaseous cloud, - To build new cosmos, gnawed by new decay. - Earth’s senseless atoms ever clasp and whirl, - Unclasp again to form in mazes new; - And ever on the white cliff stands some girl - With dead eyes gazing on the sailless blue. - Earth’s roses die, but still the rose lives on, - The song survives the swift Leucadian leap;-- - A dream of immortality is ours. - Where golden Daphnis in the morning shone, - Fresh sprung from Helicon, - New shepherds singing lead their careless sheep - Above the graves of Athens, Carthage, Rome, - Vandals and Moslems, and strange Northern Powers - That filled their destined hours, - And fed in turn the rich Sicilian loam, - Building, like coral insects from the deep, - Enchanted islands that till earth is gone, - Swept back to chaos in the atom swirl, - Shall be the seeker’s light, the spirit’s home. - Though Ætna crumble and the dark seas rise - Sowing the uplands with their sterile brine, - Still shall the soul descry with wistful eyes - Sicilian headlands bright with flower and fruit; - Still shall she hear, though all earth’s lips be mute, - Sicilian music in the morning skies. - Yea, deep within the heart of man it lies, - This visioned island bright with old romance, - A race inheritance - Of rest and joy and faith in things divine, - That shall endure awhile through change and chance, - And have the meaning of a childhood shrine, - Remembered when the faith of childhood dies. - Now fails the song, and down the lonely ways - The last low echoes die upon the breeze. - I lay my lyre upon the moveless knees - Of her who by the hollow roadway stays, - In anguish waiting for her children slain - That shall not come again - With springtime, leading the new lambs to graze. - They come no more; but while o’er hill and plain - The twilight darkens, and the evening rose - Aloft on Ætna glows, - Silent she sits amid the sodden leas, - With eyes that level on the ocean haze - Their unobserving stare, as seaward gaze - The eyes of stolid caryatides. - - _Scribner’s_ _Louis V. Ledoux_ - - - - -NOVEMBER - - - Hark you such sound as quivers? Kings will hear, - As kings have heard, and tremble on their thrones; - The old will feel the weight of mossy stones; - The young alone will laugh and scoff at fear. - It is the tread of armies marching near, - From scarlet lands to lands forever pale; - It is a bugle dying down the gale; - It is the sudden gushing of a tear. - And it is hands that grope at ghostly doors; - And romp of spirit children on the pave; - It is the tender sighing of the brave - Who fell, ah! long ago, in futile wars; - It is such sound as death; and, after all, - ’Tis but the forest letting dead leaves fall. - - _The Bellman_ _Mahlon Leonard Fisher_ - - - - -SALUTATION - - - Did you choose the journey, friend? - No, nor I; - But to make it cheerfully, - Let us try. - When the day is dark, I pray, - Sing a song to cheer the way, - For tomorrow we will be - One day nearer to the sea. - - Did you choose the journey, friend? - No, nor I; - But we know the end will come - By and by. - All today we bear the load - Up the weary winding road, - But tomorrow we may be - At the Inn in company. - - _The Independent_ _Ruth Sterry_ - - - - -HERE LIES PIERROT - - - The moon’s ashine; by many a lane - Walk wistful lovers to and fro; - It must be like old days again; - How they do love! _Here lies Pierrot._ - - She loved me once, did Columbine. - It sets my dusty heart aglow - Merely to lie and dream how fine - Her semblance was,--_Here lies Pierrot!_ - - Her perfumed presence, silks and lace, - Did madden men and wrought them woe; - For me alone her witching grace. - Where is she now? _Here lies Pierrot._ - - We two walked once beneath the moon-- - Yellow it hung, and large and low-- - And listened to the tender tune - Of nightingales,--_Here lies Pierrot!_ - - Our foolish vows of passion shook - The very stars, they trembled so. - How it comes back, her soft, shy look, - Now I am dead! _Here lies Pierrot!_ - - These other men and maids, who stroll - Through moonlit poplar trees arow, - Does each play the enchanted rôle - We phantoms played? _Here lies Pierrot!_ - - O joy, that I remember yet - Sweet follies of the long ago! - Dear heaven, I would not quite forget! - The moon’s ashine; _Here lies Pierrot!_ - - _Scribner’s_ _Richard Burton_ - - - - -LIST OF “DISTINCTIVE POEMS,” THEIR AUTHORS, AND THE MAGAZINES IN WHICH -THEY APPEARED - - - _Century_-- - - A Light Bearer. Marion Couthouy Smith. - - Unmasked. Madison Cawein. - - Robert Browning. Margaret Widdemer. - - Will’s Counsellor. Charles Wharton Stork. - - Song of the Open Land. Richard Burton. - - Along the Road. Robert Browning Hamilton. - - A Prayer. Louis Untermeyer. - - Charms. William Rose Benét. - - Deep Water Song. John Reed. - - Not Yet. Katharine Lee Bates. - - The Double Crowning. Amelia Josephine Burr. - - Vermont. Sarah N. Cleghorn. - - To a Scarlet Tanager. Grace Hazard Conkling. - - To the Experimenters. Charles Badger Clark, Jr. - - My Conscience. James Whitcomb Riley. - - The Little People. Amelia Josephine Burr. - - For a Blank Page. Austin Dobson. - - A Message from Italy. Margaret Widdemer. - - The Gentle Reader. Arthur Davison Ficke. - - Submarine Mountains. Cale Young Rice. - - The Last Faun. Helen Minturn Seymour. - - Ritual. William Rose Benét. - - Emergency. William Rose Benét. - - The Mother. Timothy Cole. - - Perugia. Amelia Josephine Burr. - - To Elsa, with a volume of the “Arabian Nights.” Grace Hazard Conkling. - - The Carpenter’s Son. Sara Teasdale. - - Sarvachraddên. Leonard Bacon. - - The Shoes of Happiness. Edwin Markham. - - Twilight Mystery. Madison Cawein. - - - _Harper’s_-- - - Presage. Richard Le Gallienne. - - The Festa. George Edward Woodberry. - - Panthea. Richard Le Gallienne. - - The Upland. Henry A. Beers. - - In April. Margaret Lee Ashley. - - Waiting. Charles Hanson Towne. - - May is Building Her House. Richard Le Gallienne. - - The Sea Hounds. Dora Sigerson Shorter. - - The Marble House. Ellen M. H. Gates. - - Loss. Jessie B. Rittenhouse. - - An Adieu. Florence Earle Coates. - - The Deep Places. Amelia Josephine Burr. - - The Seer. Alan Sullivan. - - This is Her Garden. Mildred Howells. - - Folk-Song. Louis Untermeyer. - - September Rain. Charles Hanson Towne. - - Heart’s Tide. Ethel M. Hewitt. - - The Wanderer. John Masefield. - - Wind. Fannie Stearns Davis. - - The Mother. Fannie Stearns Davis. - - By the Curb. James Stephens. - - God’s Will. Mildred Howells. - - On a Bright Winter Day. W. D. Howells. - - A Secret. Florence Earle Coates. - - Ghosts. Fannie Stearns Davis. - - Out of It All. Edith M. Thomas. - - Words. Ernest Rhys. - - The Telegram. Thomas Hardy. - - A Winter Reverie. James Stephens. - - - _Scribner’s_ - - Return. Curtis Hidden Page. - - Old Portraits Revisited. Sarah Cleghorn. - - The Old Remain. Madison Cawein. - - To Lie in the Lew. Margaret Vandegrift. - - The Secret. John Hall Wheelock. - - The Exile. Thomas Nelson Page. - - At Ease on Lethe’s Wharf. Helen Coale Crew. - - Discords. C. A. Price. - - In the Hospital. Arthur Guiterman. - - The Jail. Sarah Cleghorn. - - Song for a Child. Stark Young. - - Here Lies Pierrot. Richard Burton. - - Himself He Cannot Save. M. A. De Wolfe Howe. - - The River. Sara Teasdale. - - Love of Life. Tertius van Dyke. - - Daybreak in the Grand Canyon of Arizona. Henry van Dyke. - - A Threnody. Louis V. Ledoux. - - La Preciosa. Thomas Walsh. - - The Song of Love. E. Sutton. - - Sonnet. R. Henniker Heaton. - - No Night There. William Hervey Woods. - - In a Monastery Garden. Marjorie L. C. Pickthall. - - In the Old Pasture. Harriet Prescott Spofford. - - The Ghost. Hermann Hagedorn. - - Gran’ Boule. Henry van Dyke. - - A Likeness. Willa Sibert Cather. - - Sappho. Sara Teasdale. - - The Dead Forerunner. C. W. - - The Grief. Theodosia Garrison. - - The Enchantment. Laurence C. Hodgson. - - - _The Forum_-- - - What of the Night? Willard Huntington Wright. - - The Italian Dead March. Shaemas OSheel. - - The Girl Who Went to Ailey. Arthur Stringer. - - Copper Mountain. Edwin D. Schoonmaker. - - The Republic. Madison Cawein. - - The Factory. Harry Kemp. - - Earth’s Deities. Bliss Carman. - - St. John and the Faun. George Edward Woodberry. - - The Ring Fighters. Francis Hill. - - Journey. Edna St. Vincent Millay. - - The Swordless Christ. Percy Adams Hutchison. - - Shipwreck. Hermann Hagedorn. - - The City That Will Not Repent. Nicholas Vachel Lindsay. - - The Old Maid. Sara Teasdale. - - Evening on Brooklyn Bridge. Allan Updegraff. - - Mother-Heart. Anna Spencer Twitchell. - - Departure. John Hall Wheelock. - - A Prayer for Beauty. Witter Bynner. - - School. Percy Mackaye. - - Off Viareggio. Chester Allyn Reed. - - In the Maternity Ward. Florence Earle Coates. - - The Kallyope Yell. Nicholas Vachel Lindsay. - - Birth. Frances Gregg. - - For Those Dear Dead. Elaine Goodale Eastman. - - Crossroads. Louis V. Ledoux. - - Thanksgiving for Our Task. Shaemas OSheel. - - Point Bonita. Witter Bynner. - - - _Lippincott’s_-- - - The Common Road. Jane Belfield. - - Quatrain. Charles Wharton Stork. - - The True Prophet. Richard Kirk. - - Of Melodies Unheard. Mahlon Leonard Fisher. - - The Neighbor. Marguerite O. B. Wilkinson. - - A New Friend, An Old Friend. Madison Cawein. - - I Heard a Voice. Florence Earle Coates. - - The Inn. Mary Eleanor Roberts. - - Of an Artist. Charles Wharton Stork. - - Rich Man, Poor Man--. Francis Hill. - - The Cry of Man-Heart. J. B. E. - - In Remembrance. Florence Earle Coates. - - Troubadour Song. Frederick H. Martens. - - Discontent. Frederick H. Martens. - - Immutabilis. Mahlon Leonard Fisher. - - Half the World Between Us. Mary Coles Carrington. - - The Jew in America. Felix N. Gerson. - - “Magnas Nugas.” Louise Ayres Garnett. - - The Maid of the Ghetto. Herman Scheffauer. - - The Coming of the King. Susie M. Best. - - The Conqueror. Eleanor Duncan Wood. - - - _The Bellman_-- - - Lie Awake Songs. Amelia Josephine Burr. - - Where Dives Lived. Mahlon Leonard Fisher. - - As in the Beginning. M. E. Buhler. - - In Memoriam. Herbert J. Hall. - - Breaking the Road. Lewis Worthington Smith. - - The Fairy Tree. Ethel Barstow Howard. - - Folly. Joyce Kilmer. - - Richard Wagner. Agnes Lee. - - Fra Angelico. Richard Burton. - - In Cool, Green Haunts. Mahlon Leonard Fisher. - - Pompeii at Dusk. Arthur Stringer. - - The Migrant. Theresa V. Beard. - - In the Cornfield. Joseph Warren Beach. - - St. Alexis. Joyce Kilmer. - - The Return. Mahlon Leonard Fisher. - - Mediæval. Florence Earle Coates. - - Children of the Night. Amelia Josephine Burr. - - The Guardian Deeps. Ruth Shepard Phelps. - - The Blind Gypsy. Kenneth Rand. - - The Shadow. Madison Cawein. - - The Speckled Trout. Madison Cawein. - - Petruchio’s Wife. Amelia Josephine Burr. - - November. Mahlon Leonard Fisher. - - Christmas Downtown. Richard Burton. - - After an Ice-Storm. Amelia Josephine Burr. - - - _Smart Set_-- - - The Voice of Nemesis. John G. Neihardt. - - The Adventurer. Gordon Johnstone. - - Heartbroken. Harry Kemp. - - A Song. Lisette Woodworth Reese. - - The Outcast. Arthur Stringer. - - The Rack. George Sterling. - - A Ballade of Too Much Beauty. Richard Le Gallienne. - - Lyrics of Spring. Bliss Carman. - - In the Cool of the Evening. Witter Bynner. - - Morning-Glories. John G. Neihardt. - - Two Songs. John Hall Wheelock. - - Syrinx. Bliss Carman. - - The Laboratory. Ludwig Lewisohn. - - Ballade of Youth to Swinburne. Orrick Johns. - - Later. Willard Huntington Wright. - - Songs of Summer. Bliss Carman. - - Au Marigny. Royal Craig. - - Memory. Naomi Lange. - - Woman the Mystical. John Hall Wheelock. - - To a Young Poet Who Killed Himself. Joyce Kilmer. - - Ghosts. Marguerite Mooers Marshall. - - The Sin Eater. Ruth Comfort Mitchell. - - Enough. Sara Teasdale. - - Song. John Hall Wheelock. - - The Harvest Hand. Harry Kemp. - - A Greek Lover of Queen Maeve. Eleanor Rogers Cox. - - Humming Birds. Arthur Stringer. - - Human. Richard Burton. - - The Great Carousal. Louis Untermeyer. - - A Woman of the Streets. Charles Hanson Towne. - - A Ballad to a Friend. Richard Le Gallienne. - - Challenge. Louis Untermeyer. - - A Mountain Gateway. Bliss Carman. - - Violets. D. H. Lawrence. - - Rain in the Night. John Vance Cheney. - - Lest I Learn. Witter Bynner. - - After Parting. Sara Teasdale. - - Kisses in the Train. D. H. Lawrence. - - The Dotage of Duns Scotus. Donn Byrne. - - Desiderium. Richard Le Gallienne. - - The Rainbow Chaser. Kenneth Rand. - - The Mowers. D. H. Lawrence. - - In the Market Place. George Sterling. - - Winter. Sara Teasdale. - - The Shadow. Witter Bynner. - - Then and Now. Richard Burton. - - Song Against Women. Willard Huntington Wright. - - Fifty Years Spent. Maxwell Struthers Burt. - - Of Moira Up the Glen. Edward J. O’Brien. - - - - -THE “BEST POEMS” CHOSEN FROM THE “DISTINCTIVE” LIST - - - A Likeness. Willa Sibert Cather. - - Ghosts. Marguerite Mooers Marshall. - - November. Mahlon Leonard Fisher. - - Perugia. Amelia Josephine Burr. - - God’s Will. Mildred Howells. - - The Swordless Christ. Percy Adams Hutchison. - - The Field of Glory. Edwin Arlington Robinson. - - Love of Life. Tertius van Dyke. - - Thanksgiving for Our Task. Shaemas OSheel. - - Trees. Joyce Kilmer. - - In the Hospital. Arthur Guiterman. - - Night-Sentries. George Sterling. - - Of Moira Up the Glen. Edward J. O’Brien. - - On the Birth of a Child. Louis Untermeyer. - - Rich Man, Poor Man--. Francis Hill. - - In a Forgotten Burying-Ground. Ruth Guthrie Harding. - - A Mountain Gateway. Bliss Carman. - - Wind. Fannie Stearns Davis. - - What of the Night? Willard Huntington Wright. - - Heart’s Tide. Ethel M. Hewitt. - - May is Building Her House. Richard Le Gallienne. - - An Adieu. Florence Earle Coates. - - A Threnody. Louis V. Ledoux. - - Over the Wintry Threshold. Bliss Carman. - - Waiting. Charles Hanson Towne. - - The Ghost. Hermann Hagedorn. - - School. Percy MacKaye. - - Lest I Learn. Witter Bynner. - - Human. Richard Burton. - - Desiderium. Richard Le Gallienne. - - Hymn to Demeter. Louis V. Ledoux. - - Departure. John Hall Wheelock. - - The Sin Eater. Ruth Comfort Mitchell. - - The Kallyope Yell. Nicholas Vachel Lindsay. - - Train-Mates. Witter Bynner. - - The Marvelous Munchausen. William Rose Benét. - - The Old Maid. Sara Teasdale. - - Later. Willard Huntington Wright. - - Sappho. Sara Teasdale. - - To a Child Falling Asleep. Robert Alden Sanborn. - - St. John and the Faun. George Edward Woodberry. - - In April. Margaret Lee Ashley. - - In the Cool of the Evening. Witter Bynner. - - Shipwreck. Hermann Hagedorn. - - Vermont. Sarah N. Cleghorn. - - The Little People. Amelia Josephine Burr. - - Winter. Sara Teasdale. - - The Dotage of Duns Scotus. Donn Byrne. - - Memory. Naomi Lange. - - A Ballad of Too Much Beauty. Richard Le Gallienne. - - Morning Glories. John G. Neihardt. - - The Adventurer. Gordon Johnstone. - - A Secret Florence. Earle Coates. - - Out of It All. Edith M. Thomas. - - Ghosts. Fannie Stearns Davis. - - The Mother. Fannie Stearns Davis. - - My Conscience. James Whitcomb Riley. - - The Festa. George Edward Woodberry. - - Of an Artist. Charles Wharton Stork. - - Of Melodies Unheard. Mahlon Leonard Fisher. - - I Heard a Voice. Florence Earle Coates. - - Along the Road. Robert Browning Hamilton. - - The Double Crowning. Amelia Josephine Burr. - - Deep Water Song. John Reed. - - To Elsa, with a volume of the “Arabian Nights.” Grace Hazard Conkling. - - Song for a Child. Stark Young. - - The River. Sara Teasdale. - - La Preciosa. Thomas Walsh. - - The Song of Love. E. Sutton. - - The Dead Forerunner. C. W. - - Here Lies Pierrot. Richard Burton. - - The Girl Who Went to Ailey. Arthur Stringer. - - Mother-Heart. Anna Spencer Twitchell. - - God’s World. Edna St. Vincent Millay. - - Soft Is Spring over Grand Pré. Bliss Carman. - - A Woman of the Streets. Charles Hanson Towne. - - The Republic. Madison Cawein. - - Woman the Mystical. John Hall Wheelock. - - Daybreak in the Grand Cañon of Arizona. Henry van Dyke. - - The Shoes of Happiness. Edwin Markham. - - The Wanderer. John Masefield. - - The Harvest Hand. Harry Kemp. - - The Factory. Harry Kemp. - - Gran’ Boule, a Seaman’s Tale of the Sea. Henry van Dyke. - - The Vision of Gettysburg. Robert Underwood Johnson. - - The Anvil of Souls. William Rose Benét. - - - - -TITLES AND AUTHORS OF ALL POEMS APPEARING IN THE SEVEN MAGAZINES FOR -1918 - - -CENTURY - - - _January_-- - - A Light-Bearer. Marion Couthouy Smith. - - Unmasked. Madison Cawein. - - Sleep. Katharine French. - - Robert Browning. Margaret Widdemer. - - Semele. Grace Denio Litchfield. - - - _February_-- - - Will’s Counsellor. Charles Wharton Stork. - - Song of the Open Land. Richard Burton. - - Along the Road. Robert Browning Hamilton. - - A Prayer. Louis Untermeyer. - - - _March_-- - - Charms. William Rose Benét. - - Deep Water Song. John Reed. - - Where Am I While I Sleep? Grace Denio Litchfield. - - Not Yet. Katharine Lee Bates. - - The Double Crowning. Amelia J. Burr. - - -_April_-- - - The Rear-Guard. Leonard Bacon. - - The Temple of Aphrodite. Alfred Noyes. - - Winter-Sleep. Edith M. Thomas. - - Vermont. Sarah N. Cleghorn. - - The Lingering Snow. Harriet Prescott Spofford. - - The Voice of the Dove. George Sterling. - - -_May_-- - - A Last Message. Grace Denio Litchfield. - - To a Scarlet Tanager. Grace Hazard Conkling. - - To the Experimenters. Charles Badger Clark, Jr. - - The Young Heart in Age. Edith M. Thomas. - - The Wine of Night. Louis Untermeyer. - - -_June_-- - - Off Capri. Sara Teasdale. - - At the Closed Gate of Justice. James D. Corrothers. - - To Alfred Noyes. Edwin Markham. - - Finis. William H. Hayne. - - Invulnerable. William Rose Benét. - - -_July_-- - - My Conscience. James Whitcomb Riley. - - House-without-Roof. Edith M. Thomas. - - Sierra Madre. Henry van Dyke. - - Prayers for the Living. Mary W. Plummer. - - The Little People. Amelia Josephine Burr. - - Beauty in Eden. Alfred Noyes. - - The High Tide at Gettysburg. Will H. Thompson. - - For a Blank Page. Austin Dobson. - - Maurice Maeterlinck. Stephen Phillips. - - -_August_-- - - A Double Star. Leroy Titus Weeks. - - A Message from Italy. Margaret Widdemer. - - The Marvelous Munchausen. William Rose Benét. - - Wingèd Victory. Victor Whitlock. - - To a Royal Mummy. Anna Glen Stoddard. - - -_September_-- - - The Gentle Reader. Arthur Davison Ficke. - - Submarine Mountains. Cale Young Rice. - - The Last Faun. Helen Minturn Seymour. - - Ritual. William Rose Benét. - - -_October_-- - - The Beggar. James W. Foley. - - Emergency. William Rose Benét. - - The Mother. Timothy Cole. - - -_November_-- - - Perugia. Amelia Josephine Burr. - - To Elsa. Grace Hazard Conkling. - - Ex Oriente. R. H. Titherington. - - -_December_-- - - The Carpenter’s Son. Sara Teasdale. - - Sarvachraddên. Leonard Bacon. - - Silence and Night. Ednah Proctor Clarke. - - The Shoes of Happiness. Edwin Markham. - - Twilight Mystery. Madison Cawein. - - -HARPER’S - - -_January_-- - - Presage. Richard Le Gallienne. - - At Evening. B. MacArthur. - - Transients. Theodosia Garrison. - - -_February_-- - - Moonshine. George Harris, Jr. - - The Festa. G. E. Woodberry. - - Night-Sentries. George Sterling. - - Ruth. Samuel McCoy. - - -_March_-- - - Panthea. Richard Le Gallienne. - - The Upland. Henry A. Beers. - - Transit. Anna McClure Sholl. - - Sunrise in New York. Alan Sullivan. - - In the Night-Watches. James B. Kenyon. - - Pine-trees. Jennie Coker Lea. - - -_April_-- - - “Sweet, When Life Is Done.” Anne Bunner. - - Immensity. Harriet Prescott Spofford. - - A Folk-Song. Margaret Widdemer. - - In April. Margaret Lee Ashley. - - Waiting. Charles Hanson Towne. - - -_May_-- - - The Dreamers. Theodosia Garrison. - - The Common Lot. Lisette Woodworth Reese. - - May is Building Her House. Richard Le Gallienne. - - -_June_-- - - The Sea Hounds. Dora Sigerson Shorter. - - The Marble House. Ellen M. H. Gates. - - The Old House. Ethel Augusta Cook. - - Loss. Jessie B. Rittenhouse. - - -_July_-- - - In a Rose Garden. Amory Hare Cook. - - An Adieu. Florence Earle Coates. - - The Deep Places. Amelia Josephine Burr. - - With the Daisies. James Stephens. - - The Seer. Alan Sullivan. - - -_August_-- - - This Is Her Garden. Mildred Howells. - - Day and Night. James Stephens. - - When. Ellen M. H. Gates. - - Folk-Song. Louis Untermeyer. - - Summer in the City. Charles Hanson Towne. - - -_September_-- - - The Voice. Albert Bigelow Paine. - - September Rain. Charles Hanson Towne. - - Heart’s Tide. Ethel M. Hewitt. - - The Wanderer. John Masefield. - - Wind. Fannie Stearns Davis. - - Chanson à Danser. Louise Morgan Sill. - - -_October_-- - - The First Year. Ellen M. H. Gates. - - The Mother. Fannie Stearns Davis. - - By the Curb. James Stephens. - - God’s Will. Mildred Howells. - - -_November_-- - - To the Cuckoo. Henrietta Anne Huxley. - - On a Bright Winter Day. W. D. Howells. - - Flower of Life. Charlotte Wilson. - - A Secret. Florence Earle Coates. - - Ghosts. Fannie Stearns Davis. - - All Souls. Edith M. Thomas. - - -_December_-- - - Out of It All. Edith M. Thomas. - - The Voice. Louise Morgan Sill. - - Words. Ernest Rhys. - - Understanding. Anna Alice Chapin. - - The Telegram. Thomas Hardy. - - A Winter Reverie. James Stephens. - - -SCRIBNER’S - - -_January_-- - - Awakening. Julia C. R. Dorr. - - Forget Me Not. Oliver Herford. - - On Her Saint’s Day. E. Sutton. - - Return. Curtis Hidden Page. - - -_February_-- - - The Hour When Love Repays. Ann Devoore. - - -_March_-- - - The Rocket. Louise Saunders Perkins. - - Old Portraits Revisited. Sarah N. Cleghorn. - - Winter Flowers. Ruth Draper. - - The Old Remain. Madison Cawein. - - -_April_-- - - “To Lie in the Lew.” Margaret Vandegrift - - The Shadowy City Looms. Lloyd Mifflin. - - Petronius Arbiter. James B. Kenyon. - - In the Heart of the Swamp. William Hamilton Hayne. - - -_May_-- - - Song. Julia C. R. Dorr. - - The Secret. John Hall Wheelock. - - The Exile. Thomas Nelson Page. - - -_June_-- - - “At Ease on Lethe Wharf.” Helen Coale Crewe. - - Discords. C. A. Price. - - The Catch. John Kendrick Bangs. - - -_July_-- - - In the Hospital. Arthur Guiterman. - - The Jail. Sarah N. Cleghorn. - - Song for a Child. Stark Young. - - -_August_-- - - Here Lies Pierrot. Richard Burton. - - “Himself He Cannot Save.” M. A. DeWolfe Howe. - - The River. Sara Teasdale. - - Love of Life. Tertius van Dyke. - - The Hill-Born. Maxwell Struthers Burt. - - -_September_-- - - Daybreak in the Grand Canyon of Arizona. Henry van Dyke. - - A Threnody. Louis V. Ledoux. - - “The Rest Is Silence.” William H. Hayne. - - La Preciosa. Thomas Walsh. - - The Song of Love. E. Sutton. - - Sonnet R. Henniker Heaton. - - -_October_-- - - No Night There. William Hervey Woods. - - The Choice. Julia C. R. Dorr. - - -_November_-- - - In a Monastery Garden. Marjorie L. C. Pickthall. - - In the Old Pasture. Harriet Prescott Spofford. - - The Ghost. Hermann Hagedorn. - - -_December_-- - - “Gran’ Boule.” Henry van Dyke. - - The Minster Statue on Christmas Eve. Benjamin R. C. Low. - - A Likeness. Willa Sibert Cather. - - Sappho. Sara Teasdale. - - The Way to Inde. L. Brooke. - - The Dead Forerunner. C. W. - - The Grief. Theodosia Garrison. - - Enchantment. Laurence C. Hodgson. - - -THE FORUM - - -_January_-- - - What of the Night? Willard Huntington Wright. - - “Feuerzauber.” Louis Untermeyer. - - Two Poems. Herbert Kaufman. - - The Italian Dead March. Shaemas OSheel. - - -_February_-- - - The Girl Who Went to Ailey. Arthur Stringer. - - Copper Mountain. Edwin Davies Schoonmaker. - - Sea-Child. Hildegarde Hawthorne. - - Love’s Constancy. Charles L. Buchanan. - - -_March_-- - - The Republic. Madison Cawein. - - Where is David, The Next King of Israel? Nicholas Vachel Lindsay. - - The Factory. Harry Kemp. - - -_April_-- - - Earth Deities. Bliss Carman. - - Mary. Victor Starbuck. - - St. John and the Faun. G. E. Woodberry. - - -_May_-- - - Tiger. Witter Bynner. - - The Common Road. Martin Schütze. - - The Ring Fighters. Francis Hill. - - Journey. Edna St. Vincent Millay. - - -_June_-- - - The Swordless Christ. Percy Adams Hutchison. - - The Rivals. Scudder Middleton. - - Shipwreck. Hermann Hagedorn. - - -_July_-- - - God’s World. Edna St. Vincent Millay. - - The City That Will Not Repent. Nicholas Vachel Lindsay. - - The Old Maid. Sara Teasdale. - - -_August_-- - - Moods at May-Dawn. John Helston. - - Poems. Allan Updegraff. - - Song Primitive. Francis Hill. - - Mother-Heart. Anna Spencer Twitchell. - - -_September_-- - - The Voice of the Lord. E. D. Schoonmaker. - - Reverie. Zoë Akins. - - Departure. John Hall Wheelock. - - A Prayer for Beauty. Witter Bynner. - - A City Morning. Edith Wyatt. - - Out from Lynn. Lewis Worthington Smith. - - -_October_-- - - School. Percy MacKaye. - - Prithee, Strive Not. Harry Kemp. - - Off Viareggio. Chester Allyn Reed. - - In the Maternity Ward. Florence Earle Coates. - - The Poet of the Slums. Frank E. Hill. - - -_November_-- - - The Kallyope Yell. Nicholas Vachel Lindsay. - - Birth. Frances Gregg. - - For Those Dear Dead. Elaine Goodale Eastman. - - Crossroads. Louis V. Ledoux. - - -_December_-- - - Thanksgiving for Our Task. Shaemas OSheel. - - Pont Royal. Joseph Warren Beach. - - Whispers. Lyman Bryson. - - Point Bonita. Witter Bynner. - - To An Old Friend. Arthur Davison Ficke. - - The Dead Soul. Beatrice Redpath. - - -LIPPINCOTT’S - - -_February_-- - - The Common Road. Jane Belfield. - - Quatrain. Charles Wharton Stork. - - The Blind. Faith Baldwin. - - Dreams. Arthur Wallace Peach. - - Life. Harold Susman. - - -_March_-- - - “If a Lad Love a Lass.” Arthur Wallace Peach. - - The True Prophet. Richard Kirk. - - Of Melodies Unheard. Mahlon Leonard Fisher. - - Rapture. George Platt Waller, Jr. - - The Neighbor. Marguerite O. B. Wilkinson. - - Lines for a Sun-Dial. Harvey M. Watts. - - -_April_-- - - The Smaller Voice. Richard Kirk. - - A New Friend, An Old Friend. Madison Cawein. - - The Oak That Fell This Morning. Jane Belfield. - - Bestowal. J. B. E. - - I Heard a Voice. Florence Earle Coates. - - I Wonder Is There Laughter? Ethel M. Colson. - - The Old House. Marie V. Caruthers. - - -_May_-- - - The Seasons of the Heart. Edward Wilbur Mason. - - A Birthday. William Stanley Braithwaite. - - The Inn. Mary Eleanor Roberts. - - Of An Artist. Charles Wharton Stork. - - -_June_-- - - June. Charles Hanson Towne. - - Rich Man, Poor Man--. Francis Hill. - - The Cry of Man-Heart. J. B. E. - - The Cherished. Arthur Wallace Peach. - - Solitude. J. J. O’Connell. - - -_July_-- - - Gettysburg. H. Percival Allen. - - In Remembrance. Florence Earle Coates. - - Symbols. Arthur Wallace Peach. - - Sympathy. Ella Sollenberger. - - If You Knew--. Ethel Hallett Porter. - - Troubadour Song. Frederick H. Martens. - - At Dawn. Grace E. Mott. - - -_August_-- - - Discontent. Frederick H. Martens. - - Immutabilis. Mahlon Leonard Fisher. - - In Exile. James B. Kenyon. - - An Idyl. Carolyn Wells. - - Half the World Between Us. Mary Coles Carrington. - - The Jew in America. Felix N. Gerson. - - The Cosmic Thrall. Jane Belfield. - - Doubt. Margaret Louise Loudon. - - -_September_-- - - The Poet to His Love. Norma Bright Carson. - - Mother-of-Pearl. Mary Eleanor Roberts. - - Supreme Moments. Charles Hanson Towne. - - Ripples. Thomas Grant Springer. - - Return. Nancy Byrd Turner. - - -_October_-- - - Benedicite. W. J. Lampton. - - The Hour. Sara Teasdale. - - Heritage. Ella Morrow Sollenberger. - - Your Way and Mine. Richard Kirk. - - Quatrain. Mary Eleanor Roberts. - - -_November_-- - - Color Notes. Charles Wharton Stork. - - Unattainable. Reginald Wright Kauffman. - - To Two Bereaved. Richard Kirk. - - A Violin. Clinton Scollard. - - “Magnas Nugas.” Louise Ayres Garnett. - - The Maid of the Ghetto. Herman Scheffauer. - - -_December_-- - - The Witch-Moon. Charlotte Wilson. - - Starlight. Ethel Hallett Porter. - - The Coming of the King. Susie M. Best. - - The Conqueror. Eleanor Duncan Wood. - - Christmas Eve. Caroline Giltinan. - - -THE BELLMAN - - Cantiga. Thomas Walsh. - - Forbidden Wisdom. Ethel Talbot Scheffauer. - - I That Have Lived. C. T. Ryder. - - Lie Awake Songs. A. J. Burr. - - Tarpaulin Cove. Henry Adams Bellows. - - Where Dives Lived. Mahlon Leonard Fisher. - - Whither Away. Lewis Worthington Smith. - - At the Winter Solstice. M. E. Buhler. - - Ballade of Lent. Arthur Adams. - - As in the Beginning. M. E. Buhler. - - On the Drive. Charles Badger Clark, Jr. - - Two Houses. Agnes Lee. - - In Memoriam. Herbert J. Hall. - - The Night Herder. Charles Badger Clark, Jr. - - Breaking the Road. Lewis Worthington Smith. - - The Fairy Tree. Ethel Barstow Howard. - - Folly. Joyce Kilmer. - - Richard Wagner. Agnes Lee. - - To Sappho Dead. Florence Earle Coates. - - Tintagel. Hamilton Fish Armstrong. - - Fra Angelico. Richard Burton. - - Songs We May Not Sing. Barr Moses. - - Ludwig of Bavaria. Amelia Josephine Burr. - - In Cool, Green Haunts. Mahlon Leonard Fisher. - - Pompeii at Dusk. Arthur Stringer. - - Wind at Night. Ethel Talbot Scheffauer. - - The Migrant. Theresa V. Beard. - - In the Cornfield. Joseph W. Beach. - - Lesbia. Henry Adams Bellows. - - Lie Awake Song. Amelia Josephine Burr. - - St. Alexis. Joyce Kilmer. - - En Rapport. Alice McCray Walther. - - Two Partings. Reginald Wright Kauffman. - - The Return. Mahlon Leonard Fisher. - - Medieval. Florence Earle Coates. - - Vigil. Richard Burton. - - Children of the Night. Amelia J. Burr. - - The Guardian Deeps. Ruth Shepard Phelps. - - Empire. William Rose Benét. - - Phantom Shoal. J. Donald Adams. - - The Blind Gypsy. Kenneth Rand. - - The Shadow. Madison Cawein. - - The Speckled Trout. Madison Cawein. - - Stories. Lewis Worthington Smith. - - Petruchio’s Wife. Amelia J. Burr. - - November. Mahlon Leonard Fisher. - - Christmas Downtown. Richard Burton. - - After an Ice-Storm. Amelia J. Burr. - - -THE SMART SET - - -_January_-- - - The Voice of Nemesis. John G. Neihardt. - - This White December Morning. Gordon Johnstone. - - Christmas Eve. Florence Wilkinson. - - The Other Side. Guy Templeton. - - When Pierrot Passes. Theodosia Garrison. - - A Ballade of Hope. Brian Bellasis. - - The Land of Dreams-Come-True. Frank Stephens. - - Why? E. Graves Mabie. - - Theory and Practice. Walt Mason. - - I Commute. Mrs. J. L. O’Connell. - - -_February_-- - - To My Valentine. Glenn Ward Dresbach. - - The Adventurer. Gordon Johnstone. - - Rain and Sunshine. Charles F. Lummis. - - Mine Utmost Hour. Charles Hanson Towne. - - The Harmony of the Spheres. Blanche Elisabeth Wade. - - Two of a Kind. Eunice Ward. - - The Isle of Truth. John Kendrick Bangs. - - Maiden Lane. Louis Untermeyer. - - Vagabondage. Katherine Williams Sinclair. - - Young Maidens Early Dead. Gertrude Huntington McGiffert. - - -_March_-- - - Her Home-Coming. James B. Kenyon. - - The Old Boulevardier. Reginald Wright Kauffman. - - Heartbreak. Harry Kemp. - - A Song. Lisette Woodworth Reese. - - The Mad Sea King. Harrold Skinner. - - Guerdons. Arthur Wallace Peach. - - Gray Hours. Mrs. John Schwartz. - - The Outcast. Arthur Stringer. - - Gipsy Blood. Martha Haskell Clark. - - Les Corbeaux. Philéas Lebesgue. - - -_April_-- - - The Rack. George Sterling. - - Tell Me. Edgar Saltus. - - April Song. Willard Huntington Wright. - - A Ballad of Too Much Beauty. Richard Le Gallienne. - - Regrets. H. E. Zimmerman. - - At Dawn You Go. Eleanor Walsh. - - Lyrics of Spring. Bliss Carman. - - Faith. Archibald Sullivan. - - In the Cool of the Evening. Witter Bynner. - - Morning Glories. John G. Neihardt - - Two Songs. John Hall Wheelock. - - Into Arcady. Marsh K. Powers. - - Spring in Japan. Louis Untermeyer. - - -_May_-- - - Syrinx. Bliss Carman. - - Challenge. John Hall Wheelock. - - A Spring Afternoon. Louis Untermeyer. - - Union Square. Witter Bynner. - - The Laboratory. Ludwig Lewisohn. - - Ballade of Youth to Swinburne. Orrick Johns. - - “My Country, ’Tis of Thee.” Irvin S. Cobb. - - Broadway. Sara Teasdale. - - Black and White. K. B. Boynton. - - A Cabaret Dancer. Zoë Akins. - - Later. Willard Huntington Wright. - - Etre Poète. Georges Boutelleau. - - -_June_-- - - Songs of Summer. Bliss Carman. - - Nocturne. Edward Heyman Pfeiffer. - - Yesterdays. Reginald Wright Kauffman. - - A Ballad of Saint Vitus. George Sylvester Viereck. - - Au Marigny. Royal Craig. - - Memory. Naomi Lange. - - Woman the Mystical. John Hall Wheelock. - - The Chill of Death. Paul Scott Mowrer. - - Carnival Night. Philip Markhall. - - Drought. Lisette Woodworth Reese. - - To a Young Poet Who Killed Himself. Joyce Kilmer. - - “Lilith.” Louis Untermeyer. - - Prayer. Sara Teasdale. - - Ghosts. Marguerite Mooers Marshall. - - -_July_-- - - The Sin Eater. Ruth Comfort Mitchell. - - Servant Girl and Grocer’s Boy. Joyce Kilmer. - - Enough. Sara Teasdale. - - Thanks. Louis Untermeyer. - - Song. John Hall Wheelock. - - The Harvest Hand. Harry Kemp. - - Lyric. Gerald Dinwiddie. - - Daphne. Bliss Carman. - - The Monks at Choir Time. Florence Wilkinson. - - The Poor Little Lady. Allan Updegraff. - - The Summons. Reginald Wright Kauffman. - - A Greek Lover of Queen Maeve. Eleanor Rogers Cox. - - A Desert Song. Clinton Scollard. - - Bachelors. René Laidlaw. - - The Happy Man. Jane Almard. - - Humming Birds. Arthur Stringer. - - Romance. Arthur Ketchum. - - -_August_-- - - The Master Mariner. George Sterling. - - The Song of the Wheat. C. L. Marsh. - - Human. Richard Burton. - - Home-Coming. Norreys Jephson O’Conor. - - Breath. Witter Bynner. - - The Bartender. Joyce Kilmer. - - The Great Carousal. Louis Untermeyer. - - The Wine Press. Theodore Lynch FitzSimons. - - Without Inconstancy. Harry Kemp. - - Sea Longing. Sara Teasdale. - - The Crickets. Henry Eastman Lower. - - Serenade. J. W. Wood. - - L’Ame des Choses. Florian-Parmentier. - - Wail of a Waitress. Ethel M. Kelley. - - -_September_-- - - Poems. Ezra Pound. - - Heart of the World. Maxwell Struthers Burt. - - The Three Hermits. William Butler Yeats. - - A Woman of the Streets. Charles Hanson Towne. - - A Ballad to a Friend. Richard Le Gallienne. - - Challenge. Louis Untermeyer. - - A Mountain Gateway. Bliss Carman. - - Fellow Travelers. Achmed Abdullah. - - The Close. C. Hilton-Turvey. - - The Stage Entrance. Frederick Lovelace Macon. - - The Shadow of Aspiration. Robert Haven Schauffler. - - A Day. Arthur Wallace Peach. - - Violets. D. H. Lawrence. - - An Old House. Samuel McCoy. - - Naples. Charmy. - - Rain i’ the Night. John Vance Cheney. - - Lest I Learn. Witter Bynner. - - -_October_-- - - After Parting. Sara Teasdale. - - October. Bliss Carman. - - Kisses in the Train. D. H. Lawrence. - - To Certain Poets. Joyce Kilmer. - - “Phasellus Ille.” Ezra Pound. - - The Dotage of Duns Scotus. Donn Byrne. - - Desiderium. Richard Le Gallienne. - - Love. Skipwith Cannell. - - The Rainbow Chaser. Kenneth Rand. - - -_November_-- - - The Mowers. D. H. Lawrence. - - At Dayfall in the Streets of Samarcand. Clinton Scollard. - - In the Market Place. George Sterling. - - The Enemy. Louisa Fletcher Tarkington. - - Autumnal. Madison Cawein. - - A Dead One. Witter Bynner. - - Portrait d’Une Femme. Ezra Pound. - - Poppies. W. G. Tinckom-Fernandez. - - The Victor. Louis Untermeyer. - - Winter. Sara Teasdale. - - Fairy Gold. Richard Le Gallienne. - - Dedication. Willard Huntington Wright. - - The Ballet. K. B. Boynton. - - -_December_-- - - Dance of the Sunbeams. Bliss Carman. - - The Shadow. Witter Bynner. - - Zenia. Ezra Pound. - - Then and Now. Richard Burton. - - Song against Women. Willard Huntington Wright. - - Song. K. B. Boynton. - - Fifty Years Spent. Maxwell Struthers Burt. - - Of Moira Up the Glen. Edward J. O’Brien. - - The Last Monster. George Sterling. - - - - -INDEX OF FIRST LINES - - - PAGE - Aye, down the years, behold, he rides. - _Percy Adams Hutchison_ 54 - - - Because on the branch that is tapping my pane. - _Arthur Guiterman_ 7 - - - Did you choose the journey, friend? - _Ruth Sterry_ 62 - - Distant as a dream’s flight. - _John G. Neihardt_ 17 - - - Eternal in the brooding of the old Norwegian spruces. - _Ruth Guthrie Harding_ 4 - - Ever as sinks the day on sea or land. - _George Sterling_ 52 - - - Face in the tomb, that lies so still. - _Richard Le Gallienne_ 22 - - For the sake of a weathered gray city set high on a hill. - _Amelia J. Burr_ 25 - - - God meant me to be hungry. - _Mildred Howells_ 8 - - - Hark ye! Hush ye! Margot’s dead. - _Ruth Comfort Mitchell_ 50 - - Hark you such sound as quivers? Kings will hear. - _Mahlon Leonard Fisher_ 61 - - How an image of paint and wood. - _Agnes Lee_ 12 - - - I know a vale where I would go one day. - _Bliss Carman_ 24 - - I saw her in a Broadway car. - _Sara Teasdale_ 19 - - I think that I shall never see. - _Joyce Kilmer_ 7 - - I thought I had forgotten you. - _Ethel M. Hewitt_ 21 - - I thought my heart would break. - _Charles Hanson Towne_ 22 - - I went to the place where my youth took birth. - _Willard Huntington Wright_ 18 - - If I am slow forgetting. - _Margaret Lee Ashley_ 3 - - In every line a supple beauty. - _Willa Sibert Cather_ 46 - - It’s little that I’d care for the glories of Ireland. - _Edward J. O’Brien_ 16 - - - Lest I learn, with clearer sight. - _Witter Bynner_ 18 - - Lo--to the battle-ground of Life. - _Louis Untermeyer_ 9 - - Love you not the tall trees spreading wide their branches. - _Tertius van Dyke_ 8 - - - May is building her house. With apple blooms. - _Richard Le Gallienne_ 3 - - Midnight, and in the darkness not a sound. - _Sara Teasdale_ 13 - - - O blest Imagination. - _George Edward Woodberry_ 28 - - Oh, joy that burns in Denver tavern. - _Francis Hill_ 49 - - Old Hezekiah leaned hard on his hoe. - _Percy MacKaye_ 30 - - One whom I loved and never can forget. - _Hermann Hagedorn_ 23 - - Outside hove Shasta, snowy height on height. - _Witter Bynner_ 38 - - Over the dim edge of sleep I lean. - _Robert Alden Sanborn_ 9 - - Over the wintry threshold. - _Bliss Carman_ 2 - - - Proud men. - _Nicholas Vachel Lindsay_ 39 - - - Sicilian Muse! O thou who sittest dumb. - _Louis V. Ledoux_ 57 - - Sorrow, quit me for a while. - _Florence Earle Coates_ 20 - - - The moon’s ashine; by many a lane. - _Richard Burton_ 62 - - The sickle is dulled of the reaping and the threshing-floor - is bare. - _Shaemas OSheel_ 43 - - The snug little room with its brazier fire aglow. - _William Rose Benét_ 34 - - The twilight is starred. - _John Hall Wheelock_ 20 - - The Wind bows down the poplar trees. - _Fannie Stearns Davis_ 5 - - They call you cold New England. - _Marguerite Mooers Marshall_ 27 - - War shook the land where Levi dwelt. - _Edwin Arlington Robinson_ 48 - - Weave the dance, and raise again the sacred chorus. - _Louis V. Ledoux_ 1 - - Weighed down by grief, o’erborne by deep despair. - _Richard Burton_ 23 - - What of the night? - _Willard Huntington Wright_ 55 - - With rod and line I took my way. - _Madison Cawein_ 5 - - - - -Transcriber’s Notes - - -Punctuation, hyphenation, and spelling variations were were not changed. - -Simple typographical errors were corrected. - -Poems are shown here as they appeared in the original book. 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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1913 - -Author: William Stanley Braithwaite - -Release Date: September 22, 2020 [EBook #63265] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ANTHOLOGY OF MAGAZINE VERSE 1913 *** - - - - -Produced by hekula03, Charlie Howard, and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This -book was produced from images made available by the -HathiTrust Digital Library.) - - - - - - -</pre> - - -<div class="transnote"><p class="center larger">Transcriber’s Note</p> -<p class="center">Table of Contents added by Transcriber.</p> -</div> - -<div class="newpage p4 center"><div class="bbox"><div class="bbox"> -<h1 class="wspace"> -ANTHOLOGY OF<br /> -MAGAZINE VERSE<br /> -<span class="smaller">FOR 1913</span></h1> - -<p class="p1 vspace"><i>Including the Magazines<br /> -and the Poets</i> <span class="gesperrt">*<sub>*</sub>*</span> <i>A Review</i></p> - -<p class="p2"><span class="small">BY</span><br /> -WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE<br /><br /> - -<span class="smaller"><i>Author of “The House of Falling Leaves,”<br /> -“The Book of Elizabethan Verse,” etc.</i></span></p> - -<p class="gesperrt larger">* <sub>*</sub> *</p> - -<p class="p4 vspace small">ISSUED BY<br /> -W. S. B.<br /> -CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS -</p> -</div></div></div> - -<hr /> - -<p class="newpage p4 center smaller"> -COPYRIGHT 1913, BY<br /> -WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE</p> - -<p class="p4 center smaller">Thomas Todd Co., Printers<br /> -14 Beacon Street, Boston, Mass.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p class="center vspace wspace"> -TO THE POETS OF AMERICA<br /> -SINGING TODAY<br /> -THE SOUL OF THEIR COUNTRY<br /> -TRUTH, BEAUTY, BROTHERHOOD<br /> -THEIR NAMES ARE TORCHES -</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_v">v</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CONTENTS">CONTENTS</h2> -</div> - -<table id="toc" summary="Contents"> -<tr class="smaller"> - <td> </td> - <td class="tdr smcap">Page</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">Introduction</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_1">v</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">Hymn to Demeter, by Louis V. Ledoux</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_2">1</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">Over the Wintry Threshold, by Bliss Carman</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_3">2</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">In April, by Margaret Lee Ashley</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_4">3</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">May Is Building Her House, by Richard Le Gallienne</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_5">3</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">In a Forgotten Burying-ground, by Ruth Guthrie Harding</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_6">4</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">Wind, by Fannie Stearns Davis</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_7">5</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">The Speckled Trout, by Madison Cawein</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_8">5</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">Trees, by Joyce Kilmer</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_9">7</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">In the Hospital, by Arthur Guiterman</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_10">7</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">Love of Life, by Tertius van Dyke</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_11">8</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">God’s Will, by Mildred Howells</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_12">8</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">On the Birth of a Child, by Louis Untermeyer</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_13">9</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">To a Child Falling Asleep, Robert Alden Sanborn</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_14">9</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">A Roman Doll, by Agnes Lee</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_15">12</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">Sappho, by Sara Teasdale</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_16">13</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">Of Moira Up the Glen, by Edward J. O’Brien</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_17">16</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">Morning Glories, by John G. Neihardt</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_18">17</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">Lest I Learn, by Witter Bynner</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_19">18</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">Later, by Willard Huntington Wright</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_20">18</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">The Old Maid, by Sara Teasdale</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_21">19</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">Departure, by John Hall Wheelock</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_22">20</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">An Adieu, by Florence Earle Coates</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_23">20</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">Heart’s Tide, by Ethel M. Hewitt</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_24">21</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">Waiting, by Charles Hanson Towne</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_25">22</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">Desiderium, by Richard Le Gallienne</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_26">22</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">Human, by Richard Burton</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_27">23</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">The Ghost, by Hermann Hagedorn</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_28">23</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">A Mountain Gateway, by Bliss Carman</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_29">24</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">Perugia, by Amelia Josephine Burr</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_30">25</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">Ghosts, by Marguerite Mooers Marshall</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_31">27</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">St. John and the Faun, by George Edward Woodberry</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_32">28</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">School, by Percy MacKaye</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_33">30</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">The Marvelous Munchausen, by William Rose Benét</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_34">34</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">Train-mates, by Witter Bynner</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_35">38</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">The Kallyope Yell, by Nicholas Vachel Lindsay</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_36">39</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">Thanksgiving For Our Task, by Shaemas OSheel</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_37">43</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">A Likeness, by Willa Sibert Cather</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_38">46</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">The Field of Glory, by Edwin Arlington Robinson</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_39">48</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">Rich Man, Poor Man—, by Francis Hill</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_40">49</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">The Sin Eater, by Ruth Comfort Mitchell</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_41">50</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">Night-sentries, by George Sterling</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_42">52</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">The Swordless Christ, by Percy Adams Hutchison</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_43">54</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">What of the Night?, by Willard Huntington Wright</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_44">55</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">A Threnody, by Louis V. Ledoux</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_45">57</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">November, by Mahlon Leonard Fisher</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_46">61</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">Salutation, by Ruth Sterry</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_47">62</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">Here Lies Pierrot, by Richard Burton</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_48">62</a></td> -</tr> -<tr class="tpad"> - <td class="tdl">List of “Distinctive Poems,” Their Authors, and the Magazines in Which They Appeared</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_49">64</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">The “Best Poems” Chosen from the “Distinctive” List</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_50">69</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">Titles and Authors of All Poems Appearing in the Seven Magazines For 1918</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_51">71</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl">Index of First Lines</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_52">99</a></td> -</tr> -</table> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_1" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="INTRODUCTION">INTRODUCTION</h2> -</div> - -<div><img class="drop-cap illow" src="images/i_p.png" alt="P" /></div> -<p class="drop-cap"><span class="firstword">Poetry</span> is one of the realities that -persist. The façade and dome of -palace and temple, the monuments -of heroes and saints, crumble before -the ruining breath of time, while the -Psalms last. So when another year -passes and we sum up our achievements, there is -no achievement more vital in registering the soul -of a people than its poetry. But in all things -that men do, their relationship is objective except -those things in which art, religion, love, and -nature express their influence through the private -thoughts and feelings of men. These four things -are the realities, all the others are symbols. And -the essence of art, as well as religion and love -and nature, is a conscious and mysterious thing, -called Poetry. And men will find, if they will only -stop to look, that at the bottom of all this poetry, -no matter what the theme or the particular artistic -shaping, there is something with which they are -familiar, because in their own souls there has been -an unceasing mystery which they find named in the -magic utterance of some lonely and neglected maker -of verses.</p> - -<p>The poetry in the magazines for this past year -has been of a general high standard. The long -poems have been well sustained, and there has been -a larger quantity of pure lyric pieces than in the -past two or three years. The influence of Masefield -has shown itself in American verse, notably in the -two long poems by Harry Kemp, “The Harvest<span class="pagenum" id="Page_vi">vi</span> -Hand” and “The Factory.” One of the noblest -poems of the year is Henry van Dyke’s “Daybreak -in the Grand Cañon of Arizona,” which breathes a -fine national spirit, full of reverence for the greatness -with which the American destiny is symbolized -in the natural grandeur of our country. Mr. Markham -has a long narrative in “The Shoes of Happiness,” -full of his visionary and spiritual promptings. -And in “The Vision of Gettysburg” Mr. Robert -Underwood Johnson reflects also the national spirit -with particular significance.</p> - -<p>The poetry of the year in volumes has not been -as ample as last year. The three poets who have -aroused most discussion are the Bengali poet -Tagore, who brought to the Western world in -“Gitanjali” a spiritual message full of mystic -but exalted idealism; Francis Thompson, the great -Catholic poet, because of the publication of his -collected works; and Robert Bridges, who, by his -appointment to the English laureateship, became -known to a large number of readers who had hitherto -been unfamiliar with his very perfect and delicate -gift of lyric beauty. Of American poets the volumes -by Fannie Stearns Davis, William Rose Benét, -Josephine Preston Peabody, Margaret Root Garvin, -and George Edward Woodberry are the most -significant. The most important book of poems of -the year by an American poet, however, is that -of Nicholas Vachel Lindsay, “General William -Booth Enters into Heaven and Other Poems.” -Here is a man with a big vision, with a fine originality, -and an art that is particularly his own. There -has been no “Lyric Year” this autumn, but a little<span class="pagenum" id="Page_vii">vii</span> -volume that serves in some sense its purpose is -Miss Jessie B. Rittenhouse’s “Little Book of -Modern Verse,” which is intended to represent the -quality of contemporary American verse.</p> - -<p>I want to call attention to a poet who has not -yet presented himself except through an occasional -magazine piece, but who has written two of the -finest sonnets in American poetry. Last year I -reprinted, in my annual summary, Mr. Mahlon -Leonard Fisher’s “As an Old Mercer,” and pronounced -that an achievement which could hardly be -surpassed. But in the sonnet “November,” which -is reprinted in this book, Mr. Fisher has done, I -believe, something that is even greater. It must -rank with Lizette Woodworth Reese’s “Tears” -and Longfellow’s “Nature” as the best sonnets -that have been accomplished by American poets. -I have known one competent judge and lover of -poetry to declare that not since Keats’ “On First -Looking into Chapman’s Homer” and Miss Reese’s -“Tears” has there appeared so fine a sonnet in -English poetry. The man who has written “November” -has added something to American poetry -that cannot be too highly estimated.</p> - -<p>Another poet who has enriched the magazines -this year, after a period of silence, is Mr. Edwin -Arlington Robinson, and in “The Field of Glory” -we are under the spell once more of that characteristic -magic with which he is endowed alone among -American poets.</p> - -<p>As in former years, in my annual summary in -the <cite>Boston Transcript</cite>, I have examined the contents -of the leading American monthly magazines.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_viii">viii</span> -I originally started, nine years ago, when the first -summary appeared, with these six: The Atlantic, -Harper’s, Scribner’s, Century, Lippincott’s, and -McClure’s. Later I turned to The Forum. The -poetry in McClure’s during the two years previous -to the beginning of the present year had fallen off; -the magazine would reprint occasionally verses -from the books of accomplished but little known -English and Irish poets, which, with the small -amount of space that it devoted to verse, left but -little chance of encouragement to native singers. -This year I have included The Smart Set, which, -under the new editorship of Mr. Willard Huntington -Wright, himself a poet of considerable attainment, -has been the means of offering the public a -high and consistent standard of excellence in the -verse it printed.</p> - -<p>To the six magazines, namely, Harper’s, Scribner’s, -Century, Forum, Lippincott’s, and The Smart -Set, I have added this year a weekly, The Bellman. -West of New York it is the best edited and most -influential periodical published. Indeed, it is widely -read in the East. In its pages three of the younger -American poets of distinctive achievement have -been presented. Though the late Arthur Upson -had published some two or three books of verse -before The Bellman was established, yet it was -practically the first American magazine to print -his work. Amelia J. Burr made her first considerable -poetic appearance in The Bellman, and the -best work, the sonnets that have placed Mr. Mahlon -Leonard Fisher in the forefront of contemporary -American, or English, sonnet writers, appeared in<span class="pagenum" id="Page_ix">ix</span> -this same publication. As last year, I have winnowed -from other magazines distinctive poems for -classification and notice, one each from The Outlook, -The Independent, the North American Review, -Poetry, A Magazine of Verse; three from the -Poetry Journal and three from the Yale Review.</p> - -<div class="tb">* * * * *</div> - -<p>The poems published during the year in the -seven representative magazines I have submitted -to an impartial critical test, choosing from the -total number what I consider the “distinctive” -poems of the year. From the distinctive pieces are -selected eighty-one poems, to which are added five -from the other magazines not represented in the -list of seven, making a total of eighty-six, which -are intended to represent what I call an “Anthology -of Magazine Verse for 1913.”</p> - -<p>By a further process of elimination, similar to -that of previous years, I have made another selection -of forty poems which for one reason or another -in the purpose of this estimate seem to stand -grouped above the others.</p> - -<p>The medium of magazine publication, towards -which some critics, and some poets too (a fact -which can hardly be justified), and a considerable -portion of the reading public have a disparaging -opinion, is deserving of better repute for the general -high quality of poetic art that is published. -Not many years ago it was a favorite exercise of the -reviewer, when noticing the average book of verse -which happened to include selections reprinted from -various magazines, to term the work “magazinable,” -or the poet a “magazine poet.” Even poets<span class="pagenum" id="Page_x">x</span> -who detested being called “minor” poets preferred -that rather vague and indiscriminate distinction, -rather than the unrespectable “magazinable.”</p> - -<p>Quoting what I have written in previous years, -to emphasize the methods which guided my selections, -the reader will see how impartial are the tests -by which the distinctive and best poems are chosen: -“I have not allowed any special sympathy with the -subject to influence my choice. I have taken the -poet’s point of view, and accepted his value of -the theme he dealt with. The question was: How -vital and compelling did he make it? The first test -was the sense of pleasure the poem communicated; -then to discover the secret or the meaning of the -pleasure felt; and in doing so to realize how much -richer one became in a knowledge of the purpose -of life by reason of the poem’s message.”</p> - -<p>In one hundred and twenty-one numbers of -these seven magazines I find there were published -during 1913 a total of 506 poems. The total number -of poems printed in each magazine, and the -number of the distinctive poems are: Century, total -58, 30 of distinction; Harper’s, total 57, 29 of distinction; -Scribner’s, total 45, 30 of distinction; -Forum, total 53, 27 of distinction; Lippincott’s, -total 66, 21 of distinction; The Bellman, total 53, -25 of distinction; The Smart Set, total 169, 49 of -distinction.</p> - -<p>Following the text of the poems making the -anthology in this volume, I have given the titles -and authors of all the poems classified as the distinctive, -published in the magazines for the year, -only excepting those that are included in the an<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xi">xi</span>thology; -in addition I give a list of all the poems -and their authors in the one hundred and twenty-one -numbers of the magazines examined, for the -purpose of a record which readers and students -of poetry will find useful.</p> - -<p>I wish to acknowledge my indebtedness and -thanks to the editors of Scribner’s Magazine, -Harper’s Magazine, The Forum, The Century -Magazine, The Outlook, Lippincott’s Magazine, -The Bellman, The Independent, The Smart Set, -the Yale Review, Poetry, A Magazine of Verse; -and to the publishers of these magazines, including -The Poetry Journal, for the permission kindly -given to reprint in this volume the text of the poems -making the “Anthology of Magazine Verse for -1913.” To the authors of these poems I am equally -indebted and grateful for their willingness to have -me reprint their work in this form. Since their -appearance in the magazines and before the close -of the year when the contents of this volume was -made up, two poems herein included appeared in -the original volumes of their authors. For the use -of William Rose Benét’s “The Marvelous Munchausen” -I have also to thank The Century Co., -publishers of “Merchants of Cathay,” in which -volume it appears. As far as I know, only three -of the poems here included are to come out immediately -in books by their authors. The last four -stanzas of “A Threnody,” by Mr. Louis V. Ledoux, -are reprinted by permission of the editor of Scribner’s -Magazine, and the rest of the poem is published -in advance, by permission of Messrs. G. P. -Putnam’s Sons, from a volume of Mr. Ledoux’s<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xii">xii</span> -poems, which is also to include the “Hymn to -Demeter” from “A Sicilian Idyl,” they are to -issue in January, under the title of “The Shadow -of Ætna.” The two selections by Mr. Richard -Burton, “Here Lies Pierrot” and “Human”; the -two by Willard Huntington Wright, “What of -the Night?” and “Later”; the one by George -Edward Woodberry, “St. John and the Faun”; -and the two by Richard Le Gallienne, “May is -Building Her House” and “Desiderium” (which -while this Introduction is being written has come -out in Mr. Le Gallienne’s volume, “The Lonely -Dancer and Other Poems,” John Lane Co.), are -also being issued immediately in forthcoming volumes. -If there are any others I do not know of -them, and in which case I would gladly give credit, -so I trust any omission of such will be charged to -ignorance rather than intention. I wish it to be -understood that the privilege extended me so courteously, -by both the authors and the magazines, -to print the poems in this volume, does not in any -sense restrict the authors in their rights to print -the poems in volumes of their own.</p> - -<p>A significant fact which the poetry in this volume -must bring to the reader’s mind in considering -American poetry of today is, that these selections -have been published for the first time during the -current year. Our poetry needs, more than anything -else, encouragement and support, to reveal -its qualities. The poets are doing satisfying and -vitally excellent work, and it only remains for the -American public to do its duty by showing a substantial -appreciation.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_xiii">xiii</span></p> - -<p>Lastly, I wish to thank the Boston Transcript -for the privilege of reprinting material in this -book which originally appeared in the columns of -that paper.</p> - -<p> -<i>Cambridge, December, 1913.</i> <span class="in10 small">W. S. B.</span> -</p> -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_2" class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">1</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="HYMN_TO_DEMETER">HYMN TO DEMETER<br /> -<span class="subhead"><span class="smcap">From “A Sicilian Idyl”</span></span></h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Weave the dance, and raise again the sacred chorus;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Wreathe the garlands of the spring about the hair;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Now once more the meadows burst in bloom before us,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Crying swallows dart and glitter through the air.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Glints the plowshare in the brown and fragrant furrow;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Pigeons coo in shady coverts as they pair;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Come the furtive mountain folk from cave and burrow,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Lean, and blinking at the sunlight’s sudden glare.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Bright through midmost heaven moves the lesser Lion;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hide the Hyades in ocean caverns hoar;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Past the shoulders of the sunset flames Orion,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Following the sisters seaward evermore.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Gleams the east at evening, lit by low Arcturus;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Out to subtle-scented dawns beside the shore,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Yet a little and the Pleiades will lure us:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Weave the dance and raise the chorus as of yore.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Far to eastward up the fabled gulf of Issus,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Northward, southward, westward, now the trader goes,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Passing headlands clustered yellow with narcissus,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bright with hyacinth, with poppy, and with rose.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shines the sea and falls the billow as undaunted,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Past the rising of the stars that no man knows,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sails he onward through the islands siren-haunted,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Till the clashing gates of rock before him close.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Kindly Mother of the beasts and birds and flowers,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gracious bringer of the barley and the grain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Earth awakened feels thy sunlight and thy showers;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Great Demeter! Let us call thee not in vain;</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_2">2</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Lead us safely from the seed-time to the threshing,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Past the harvest and the vineyard’s purple stain;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Let us see thy corn-pale hair the sunlight meshing,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When the sounding flails of autumn swing again.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Yale Review</cite> <i>Louis V. Ledoux</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_3" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="OVER_THE_WINTRY_THRESHOLD">OVER THE WINTRY THRESHOLD</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Over the wintry threshold</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who comes with joy today,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So frail, yet so enduring,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To triumph o’er dismay?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Ah, quick her tears are springing,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And quickly they are dried,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For sorrow walks before her,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But gladness walks beside.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">She comes with gusts of laughter,—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The music as of rills;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With tenderness and sweetness,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The wisdom of the hills.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Her hands are strong to comfort,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Her heart is quick to heed;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She knows the signs of sadness,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She knows the voice of need;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">There is no living creature,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">However poor or small,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But she will know its trouble,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And hearken to its call.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh, well they fare forever,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By mighty dreams possessed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose hearts have lain a moment</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On that eternal breast.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Smart Set</cite> <i>Bliss Carman</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_4" class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">3</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="IN_APRIL">IN APRIL</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">If I am slow forgetting,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It is because the sun</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Has such old tricks of setting</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When April days are done.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The soft spring sunlight traces</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Old patterns—green and gold;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The flowers have no new faces,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The very buds are old!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">If I am slow forgetting—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ah, well, come back and see</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The same old sunbeams petting</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My garden-plots and me.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Come smell the green things growing,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The boxwood after rain;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">See where old beds are showing</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Their slender spears again.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">At dusk, that fosters dreaming—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Come back at dusk and rest,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And watch our old star gleaming</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Against the primrose west.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Harper’s</cite> <i>Margaret Lee Ashley</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_5" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="MAY_IS_BUILDING_HER_HOUSE">MAY IS BUILDING HER HOUSE</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">May is building her house. With apple blooms</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She is roofing over the glimmering rooms;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of the oak and the beech hath she builded its beams,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And, spinning all day at her secret looms,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With arras of leaves each wind-swayed wall</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She pictureth over, and peopleth it all</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With echoes and dreams,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And singing of streams.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">4</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">May is building her house. Of petal and blade,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of the roots of the oak is the flooring made,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With a carpet of mosses and lichen and clover,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Each small miracle over and over,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And tender, traveling green things strayed.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Her windows, the morning and evening star,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And her rustling doorways, ever ajar</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With the coming and going</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of fair things blowing,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The thresholds of the four winds are.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">May is building her house. From the dust of things</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She is making the songs and the flowers and the wings;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From October’s tossed and trodden gold</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She is making the young year out of the old;</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Yea! out of winter’s flying sleet</div> - <div class="verse indent4">She is making all the summer sweet,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And the brown leaves spurned of November’s feet</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She is changing back again to spring’s.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Harper’s</cite> <i>Richard Le Gallienne</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_6" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="IN_A_FORGOTTEN_BURYING-GROUND">IN A FORGOTTEN BURYING-GROUND</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Eternal in the brooding of the old Norwegian spruces</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I hear the wistful tenderness of loves They used to know,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And in the swelling wood-notes that the eager springtide looses</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sobs again Their heart-break from the Springs of Long Ago:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">And sometime, thro’ the silence, with the April shadows lying</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Aslant the solemn acre where I take my dreamless rest,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">5</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Perhaps the stifled need of You my heart was ever crying</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Will find its way across the years—to stir a stranger’s breast!</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>The Poetry Journal</cite> <i>Ruth Guthrie Harding</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_7" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="WIND">WIND</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The Wind bows down the poplar trees,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The Wind bows down the crested seas;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And he has bowed the heart of me</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Under his hand of memory.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">O heavy-handed Wind, who goes</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hurting the petals of the rose;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who leaves the grasses on the hill</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Broken and pallid, spent and still!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">O heavy-handed Wind, who brings</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To me all echoing ancient things:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Echoing sorrow and defeat,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Crying like mourners, hard to meet!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The Wind bows down the poplar trees</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And all the ocean’s argosies;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But deeper bends the heart of me,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Under his hand of memory.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Harper’s</cite> <i>Fannie Stearns Davis</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_8" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SPECKLED_TROUT">THE SPECKLED TROUT</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">With rod and line I took my way</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That led me through the gossip trees,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where all the forest was asway</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With hurry of the running breeze.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">6</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">I took my hat off to a flower</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That nodded welcome as I passed;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, pelted by a morning shower,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Unto its heart a bee held fast.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">A head of gold one great weed tossed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And leaned to look when I went by;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And where the brook the roadway crossed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The daisy kept on me its eye.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">And when I stooped to bathe my face,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And seat me at a great tree’s foot,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I heard the stream say, “Mark the place:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And undermine it rock and root.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">And o’er the whirling water there</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A dragonfly its shuttle plied,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where wild a fern let down its hair,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And leaned to see the water’s pride—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">A speckled trout. The spotted elf,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whom I had come so far to see,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Stretched out above a rocky shelf,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A shadow sleeping mockingly.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0"> - -<div class="tb">* * * * *</div></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">And I have sat here half the day</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Regarding it. It has not stirred.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I heard the running water say—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“He does not know the magic word.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“The word that changes everything,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And brings all Nature to his hand:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That makes of this great trout a king,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And opes the way to Faeryland.”</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>The Bellman</cite> <i>Madison Cawein</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_9" class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">7</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="TREES">TREES</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">I think that I shall never see</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A poem lovely as a tree.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">A tree whose hungry mouth is prest</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Against the sweet earth’s hungry breast;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">A tree that looks at God all day</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And lifts her leafy arms to pray;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">A tree that may in summer wear</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A nest of robins in her hair;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Upon whose bosom snow has lain;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who intimately lives with rain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Poems are made by fools like me,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But only God can make a tree!</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Poetry, A Magazine of Verse</cite> <i>Joyce Kilmer</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_10" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="IN_THE_HOSPITAL">IN THE HOSPITAL</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Because on the branch that is tapping my pane</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A sun-wakened leaf-bud, uncurled,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is bursting its rusty brown sheathing in twain,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I know there is Spring in the world.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Because through the sky-patch whose azure and white</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My window frames all the day long</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A yellow-bird dips for an instant of flight,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I know there is Song.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Because even here in this Mansion of Woe</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where creep the dull hours, leaden-shod,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Compassion and Tenderness aid me, I know</div> - <div class="verse indent2">There is God.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Scribner’s</cite> <i>Arthur Guiterman</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_11" class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">8</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="LOVE_OF_LIFE">LOVE OF LIFE</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Love you not the tall trees spreading wide their branches,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Cooling with their green shade the sunny days of June?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Love you not the little bird lost among the leaflets,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Dreamily repeating a quaint, brief tune?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Is there not a joy in the waste windy places;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Is there not a song by the long dusty way?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is there not a glory in the sudden hour of struggle?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Is there not a peace in the long quiet day?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Love you not the meadows with the deep lush grasses;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Love you not the cloud-flocks noiseless in their flight?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Love you not the cool wind that stirs to meet the sunrise;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Love you not the stillness of the warm summer night?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Have you never wept with a grief that slowly passes;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Have you never laughed when a joy goes running by?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Know you not the peace of rest that follows labor?—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You have not learnt to live then; how can you dare to die?</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Scribner’s</cite> <i>Tertius van Dyke</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_12" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="GODS_WILL">GOD’S WILL</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">God meant me to be hungry,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">So I should seek to find</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Wisdom, and truth, and beauty,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To satisfy my mind.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">God meant me to be lonely,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Lest I should wish to stay</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In some green earthly Eden</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Too long from heaven away.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">9</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">God meant me to be weary,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That I should yearn to rest</div> - <div class="verse indent0">This feeble, aching body</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Deep in the earth’s dark breast.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Harper’s</cite> <i>Mildred Howells</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_13" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="ON_THE_BIRTH_OF_A_CHILD">ON THE BIRTH OF A CHILD</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Lo—to the battle-ground of Life,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Child, you have come, like a conquering shout,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Out of a struggle—into strife;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Out of a darkness—into doubt.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Girt with the fragile armor of Youth,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Child, you must ride into endless wars,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With the sword of protest, the buckler of truth,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And a banner of love to sweep the stars....</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">About you the world’s despair will surge;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Into defeat you must plunge and grope—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Be to the faltering, an urge;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Be to the hopeless years, a hope!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Be to the darkened world a flame;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Be to its unconcern a blow—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For out of its pain and tumult you came,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And into its tumult and pain you go.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>The Independent</cite> <i>Louis Untermeyer</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_14" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="TO_A_CHILD_FALLING_ASLEEP">TO A CHILD FALLING ASLEEP</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Over the dim edge of sleep I lean,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And in her eyes’ illimitable grey distances,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Look down into the shadow-tinted space,—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The cloudy air of sleep,—</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">10</span> - <div class="verse indent0">To see the rose-lit petal of a Child’s fair soul</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Seek dreamily the farther gloom,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where waking eyes may follow her no more.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">One more last time her lids are lifted,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And in her look I read a wistful fare-thee-well;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her spirit waves a twinkling white hand,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her bark is out upon the sea of dream,—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The calm, grey sea, full and immovably established,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That drinks the river of my love, without o’erflowing,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor ever gives my image back to me.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">When o’er the sun-swept land</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Murmuring twilight spread her dusky tent,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A Stranger passed before our friendly sun,—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Between the dark and dawn,—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A Stranger whom we love but never see.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And as she came and cast her blue benignant shadow over all,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She set a silver trumpet to her lips,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And blew a note that thrilled in Children’s hearts;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Because in little hearts the echo-fairies love to play,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Roaming the scented meadows there,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where Love has been and sown the amaranthine flowers,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Out of whose pristine cups are born the singing stars.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And as the first free rainbow bubble sailed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Launched by the Stranger with the silver pipe,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upon the listening air;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As first the hollow note</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Kissed the sweet lips and died of happiness,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The little Child unfurled her sails.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">I stood there on the very verge of sleep,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And called to her,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And Love’s own self had deigned to wait within my heart,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">11</span> - <div class="verse indent0">(Because I kept it always fit for Childish guests)</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And would have given welcome had she stayed.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But then I saw the eyelids close,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And knew that Azrael who championed her soul,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Had shut the gates lest I should see</div> - <div class="verse indent0">More than my life could bear.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Yet I had seen her go,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And sight no more could hold of Beauty’s wine.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I had seen the fair face flush,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As the soft curtains of the tinted west,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are drawn before the temple of the Night,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When the day-worn Sun has passed within;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Had seen the little body, whitely gowned,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Folded within its nest;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Had caught the last light kiss</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Before the lips lay still;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And I had looked into the cool grey deep,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where Sleep received the rose-leaf soul of her,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And bore it out upon her gentle waters.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Into the night I passed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where on the mellow bosom of the west,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Floated the flame-lit shell of Hesperus;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And as I stayed with hallowed breath,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The soul of fire fell over the rim of night:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And then I knew the soul of her I loved,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Had heard the last clear call,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The low Elysian chant of Hesperus,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And loving me had borne the love I gave,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Out and beyond and over all the ends of earth,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And where the altar flame of Venus burned,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Had laid the gift and breathed her Childhood’s prayer.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>The Poetry Journal</cite> <i>Robert Alden Sanborn</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_15" class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">12</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_ROMAN_DOLL">A ROMAN DOLL<br /> -<span class="subhead">(<span class="smcap">In a Museum</span>)</span></h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">How an image of paint and wood</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Leaped to her life with a love’s control,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Struck the chords of her motherhood,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Passionate little mother-soul!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Fair to her sight were the stolid eyes,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Dear to her toil the robes empearled.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She crooned it the ancient lullabies,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She gathered it close from the outer world.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They watched together, as Nero’s pyres</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Fed the haze of a hundred fires.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4"><em>Me in her fresh young arms she bore.</em></div> - <div class="verse indent4"><em>See, I am small,</em></div> - <div class="verse indent4"><em>Only a doll.</em></div> - <div class="verse indent4"><em>But I keep her kiss forevermore.</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Long and lonely the toy has lain.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">One by one into time’s abyss</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Years have dropped as the drops of rain.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Yet the cycles have left us this!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">O red-lipped mother, O mother sweet,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Today a sister has heard you call,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your heart is beating in her heart-beat.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I saw her weep o’er the crumbling doll.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She knew, she knew! You had lived and smiled!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You had loved your dream, little Roman child!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4"><em>Me in her fresh young arms she bore.</em></div> - <div class="verse indent4"><em>See, I am small,</em></div> - <div class="verse indent4"><em>Only a doll.</em></div> - <div class="verse indent4"><em>But I keep her kiss forevermore.</em></div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>The Poetry Journal</cite> <i>Agnes Lee</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_16" class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">13</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="SAPPHO">SAPPHO</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Midnight, and in the darkness not a sound;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So, with hushed breathing, sleeps the autumn night.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Only the white immortal stars shall know,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Here in the house by the low-lintelled door,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How for the last time I have lit the lamp.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I think you are not wholly careless now,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Walls, that have sheltered me so many an hour,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Bed, that has brought me ecstasy and sleep,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Floors, that have borne me when a gale of joy</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Lifted my soul and made me half a god.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Farewell; across the threshold many feet</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall pass, but never Sappho’s feet again.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Girls shall come in whom love has made aware</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of all their swaying beauty—they shall sing,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But never Sappho’s voice like golden fire</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall seek for heaven thro’ your echoing rafters;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There shall be sparrows bringing back the spring</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Over the long blue meadows of the sea,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And south wind playing on the reeds of rain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But never Sappho’s whisper in the night,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Never her love-cry when the lover comes.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Farewell, I close the door and make it fast.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0"> - -<div class="tb">* * * * *</div></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The little street lies meek beneath the moon,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Running, as rivers run, to meet the sea.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I too go seaward and shall not return.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh, garlands on the door-posts that I pass,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Woven of asters and of autumn leaves,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I make a prayer for you: Cypris, be kind,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That every lover may be given love.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I shall not hasten lest the paving-stones</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Should echo with my sandals and awake</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Those who are warm beneath the cloak of sleep;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Lest they should rise and see me and should say:</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">14</span> - <div class="verse indent0">“Whither goes Sappho lonely in the night?”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whither goes Sappho? Whither all men go,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But they go driven, straining back with fear,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And Sappho goes as lightly as a leaf</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Blown from brown autumn forests to the sea.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0"> - -<div class="tb">* * * * *</div></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Here on the rock Zeus lifted from the waves,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I shall await the waking of the dawn,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Lying beneath the weight of dark as one</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Lies breathless till the lover shall awake.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And with the sun, the sea shall cover me;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I shall be less than the dissolving foam,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Murmuring and melting on the ebbing tide.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I shall be less than spindrift, less than shells—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And yet I shall be greater than the gods;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For destiny no more can bow my soul</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As rain bows down the watch-fires on the hills.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Yea, if my soul escape, it shall aspire</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Toward the white heaven as flame that has its will.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I go not bitterly, not dumb with grief,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Not broken by the ache of love—I go</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As one grown tired lies down and hopes to sleep.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Yet they shall say: “It was for Cercolas—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She died because she could not bear her love.”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They shall remember how we used to walk</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Here on the cliff beneath the oleanders,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In the long limpid twilight of the spring,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Looking toward Khios where the amber sky</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was pierced by the faint arrow of a star.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How should they know the wind of a new beauty</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sweeping my soul had winnowed it with song?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I have been glad tho’ love should come or go,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Happy as trees that find a wind to sway them,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Happy again when it has left them rest.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Others shall say: “Grave Dica wrought her death.”</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">15</span> - <div class="verse indent0">She would not lift her lips to take a kiss,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or ever lift her eyes to take a smile.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She was a pool the winter paves with ice,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That the wild hunter in the hills must leave</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With thirst unslaked in the brief southward sun.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ah, Dica, it is not for thee I go.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And not for Phaon, tho’ his ship lifts sail</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Here in the windless harbor, for the south.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh, darkling deities that guard the Nile,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Watch over one whose gods are far away;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Egypt, be kind to him—his eyes are deep.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Yet they are wrong who say, it was for him.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How should they know that Sappho lived and died</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Faithful to love, not faithful to the lover,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Never transfused and lost in what she loved,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Never so wholly loving nor at peace.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I asked for something greater than I found,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And every time that love has made me weep,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I have rejoiced that love could be so strong;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For I have stood apart and watched my soul</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Caught in the gust of passion, as a bird</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With baffled wings against the dusty whirlwind</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Struggles and frees itself to find the sky.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0"> - -<div class="tb">* * * * *</div></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">It is not for a single god, I go.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I have grown weary of the winds of heaven.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I will not be a reed to hold the sound</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of whatsoever breath the gods may blow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Turning my torment into music for them.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They gave me life—the gift was bountiful,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I lived with the swift singing strength of fire,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Seeking for beauty as a flame for fuel,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beauty in all things and in every hour.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The gods have given life, I gave them song;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The debt is paid and now I turn to go.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">16</span> - <div class="verse indent0">The breath of dawn blows the stars out like lamps,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There is a rim of silver on the sea.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As one grown tired, who hopes to sleep, I go.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Scribner’s</cite> <i>Sara Teasdale</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_17" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="OF_MOIRA_UP_THE_GLEN">OF MOIRA UP THE GLEN</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">It’s little that I’d care for the glories of Ireland,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Waiting for the shadows to gather in the glen,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Come the time of darkness, sitting by the hearth-light,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Whispering with bated breath for fear the little men</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Should catch us and spell us to serve them for a year’s time,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Toiling and moiling within a faëry snare.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I’m thinkin’ ’twould be fearsome in the gray misty strangeness.—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">’Tis hiding we’ll be in the clear free air!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The sunlight above us, and willow hedge for shelter,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A tangle of soft things to rustle by the stream,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where Moira, my white dove, whose beauty is my sorrow,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Would sit with me and travel on the long bright dream,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Travel with the water from the mountain to the meadow,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Down across the lowlands and gaily to the sea,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Out beyond the breakers to the shimmer of a far line</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Poised and trembling within the heart of me.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">What shall I murmur to coax the dream of beauty</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Out from the shadows to welcome in the dawn?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How shall I sing it that she may know the glory,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Know it and come by the first flush of morn?</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">17</span> - <div class="verse indent0">The moonlight is dark light, ’tis fear I’m after feelin’,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The fairies should be in it and steal her heart away,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A goblet for their feasting, they’d drain it and fill it</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With dreams of a far world beyond the light of day.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">It’s God’s light I’m wanting, and Moira to see it,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">See it and tremble with the love of God,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And seeing it she’d turn, and look within my own eyes,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And wonder at the vision transforming a sod</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Into worshipful silence and thought that is living,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Burning, and shaped by the warmth of its fire</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To a chalice of tears and of laughter for singing</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The lovely unfolding of dream-purged desire.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Smart Set</cite> <i>Edward J. O’Brien</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_18" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="MORNING_GLORIES">MORNING GLORIES</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Distant as a dream’s flight,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Lay an eerie plain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where the weary moonlight</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Swooned into a moan;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Wailing after dead seed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Came the ghost of rain.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There was I, a wild weed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Growing all alone.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Like a doubted story,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Came the thought of day;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">God and all His glory</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Lingered otherwhere,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Busy with the spring thrill</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Many dreams away.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Could a little weed’s will</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Fling so far a prayer?</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">18</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Lo, the sudden wonder!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">(Is a prayer so fleet?)</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From the desert under,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Morning glories grew;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Twined me, bound me</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With caressing feet;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Wove song ’round me—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Pink, white, blue!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">As a fog is rifted</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By the eager breeze,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Darkness broke and lifted,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Tossing like a sea!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Lo, the dawn was flowering</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Through the maple trees!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh, and you were showering</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Kisses over me!</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Smart Set</cite> <i>John G. Neihardt</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_19" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="LEST_I_LEARN">LEST I LEARN</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Lest I learn, with clearer sight,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Such beauty cannot be—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Tie a bandage, pull it tight,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Blind me, I would not see!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Lest I learn, with clearer will,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Such wonder cannot be—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh, kiss me nearer, nearer still,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And make a fool of me!</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Smart Set</cite> <i>Witter Bynner</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_20" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="LATER">LATER</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">I went to the place where my youth took birth</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In the slow, round kiss of an amorous girl,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When sonnets and lace were the measure of earth,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When death was forgotten and life was a whirl.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">19</span> - <div class="verse indent0">I addled my brain with the memories flown</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of Heatherby Kaiser and Muriel Moore;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I thought of the women and men I had known,—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The glittering eyes and the bolt on the door—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The warm, gray walls and the odor of musk,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The wine, the piano, the glistening feet,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The eyes grown hazy like shadows at dusk,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The minstreling music that rose from the street.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">I thought of Elise with her soft, gold hair;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the buttonhook hung from the chandelier.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The spirit of passionate youth had been there—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But somehow the dream of it wasn’t quite clear,</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">For the place had been altered; the walls were red,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the woodwork was stained with a desolate brown;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And they told me a woman had lain in the bed</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For a year and a half with the curtains down.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Smart Set</cite> <i>Willard Huntington Wright</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_21" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_OLD_MAID">THE OLD MAID</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">I saw her in a Broadway car,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The woman I might grow to be;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I felt my lover look at her</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And then turn suddenly to me.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Her hair was dull and drew no light,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And yet its color was as mine;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her eyes were strangely like my eyes,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Tho’ love had never made them shine.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Her body was a thing grown thin,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hungry for love that never came;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her soul was frozen in the dark,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Unwarmed forever by love’s flame.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">20</span> - <div class="verse indent0">I felt my lover look at her</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And then turn suddenly to me—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His eyes were magic to defy</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The woman I shall never be.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>The Forum</cite> <i>Sara Teasdale</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_22" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="DEPARTURE">DEPARTURE</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The twilight is starred,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The dawn has arisen;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Light breaks from the east</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And Song from her prison.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Faint odors and sounds</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The west-wind discloses</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of laughter and birds,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of singing and roses.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">It is time to be gone—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Day scatters the gloom;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But here at my side,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But still in the room,</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Like the angel of life,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Too kind to depart,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You hang at my lips,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You hang at my heart!</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>The Forum</cite> <i>John Hall Wheelock</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_23" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="AN_ADIEU">AN ADIEU</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Sorrow, quit me for a while!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Wintry days are over;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hope again, with April smile,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Violets sows and clover.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">21</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Pleasure follows in her path,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Love itself flies after,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the brook a music hath</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sweet as childhood’s laughter.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Not a bird upon the bough</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Can repress its rapture,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Not a bud that blossoms now</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But doth beauty capture.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Sorrow, thou art Winter’s mate,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Spring cannot regret thee;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Yet, ah, yet—my friend of late—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I shall not forget thee!</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Harper’s</cite> <i>Florence Earle Coates</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_24" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="HEARTS_TIDE">HEART’S TIDE</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">I thought I had forgotten you,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">So far apart our lives were thrust!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’Twas only as the earth forgets</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The seed the sower left in trust.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">’Twas only as the creeks forget</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The tides that left their hollows dry;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or as the home-bound ship forgets</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Streamers of seaweed drifting by.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">My heart is earth that keeps untold</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The secret of the seeds that sleep.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">My thoughts are chalices of sand;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Your memory floods them and I weep.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Harper’s</cite> <i>Ethel M. Hewitt</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_25" class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">22</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="WAITING">WAITING</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">I thought my heart would break</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Because the Spring was slow.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I said, “How long young April sleeps</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Beneath the snow!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">But when at last she came,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And buds broke in the dew,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I dreamed of my lost love,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And my heart broke, too!</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Harper’s</cite> <i>Charles Hanson Towne</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_26" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="DESIDERIUM">DESIDERIUM</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Face in the tomb, that lies so still,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">May I draw near,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And watch you sleep and love you,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Without word or tear?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">You smile, your eyelids flicker;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shall I tell</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How the world goes that lost you?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shall I tell?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Ah, love, lift not your eyelids;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">’Tis the same</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Old story that we laughed at,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Still the same.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">We knew it, you and I,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We knew it all:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Still is the small the great,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The great the small;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Still the cold lie quenches</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The flaming truth,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And still embattled age</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Wars against youth.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">23</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Yet I believe still in the ever-living God</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That fills your grave with perfume,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Writing your name in violets across the sod,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shielding your holy face from hail and snow;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And, though the withered stay, the lovely go.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No transitory wrong or wrath of things</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shatters the faith—that each slow minute brings</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That meadow nearer to us where your feet</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shall flutter near me like white butterflies—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That meadow where immortal lovers meet,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gazing forever in immortal eyes.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Smart Set</cite> <i>Richard Le Gallienne</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_27" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="HUMAN">HUMAN</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Weighed down by grief, o’erborne by deep despair,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She lifted up white arms to heaven and prayed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That day for death; she made a mighty prayer</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Beside her dear one gently to be laid.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">And standing thus, it flashed across her mind</div> - <div class="verse indent2">How she must make a seemly silhouette</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Against the sky, her figure sharply lined</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Upon the westering sunlight, black as jet.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Smart Set</cite> <i>Richard Burton</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_28" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_GHOST">THE GHOST</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">One whom I loved and never can forget</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Returned to me in dream, and spoke with me,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As audibly, as sweet familiarly</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As though warm fingers twined warm fingers yet.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her eyes were bright and with great wonder wet</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As in old days when some strange, swift decree</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Brought touch-close love or death; and sorrow-free</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She spoke as one long purged of all regret.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">24</span> - <div class="verse indent0">I heard, oh, glad beyond all speech, I heard,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Till to my lips the flaming query flashed:</div> - <div class="verse indent4"><em>How is it—over there?</em> Then, quite undone,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She trembled; in her deep eyes like a bird</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The gladness fluttered, and as one abashed</div> - <div class="verse indent4">She shook her head bewildered, and was gone.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Scribner’s</cite> <i>Hermann Hagedorn</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_29" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_MOUNTAIN_GATEWAY">A MOUNTAIN GATEWAY</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">I know a vale where I would go one day,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When June comes back and all the world once more</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is glad with summer. Deep with shade it lies,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A mighty cleft in the green bosoming hills,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A cool, dim gateway to the mountains’ heart.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">On either side the wooded slopes come down,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hemlock and beech and chestnut; here and there</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Through the deep forest laurel spreads and gleams,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Pink-white as Daphne in her loveliness—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That still perfection from the world withdrawn,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As if the wood gods had arrested there</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Immortal beauty in her breathless flight.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Far overhead against the arching blue</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Gray ledges overhang from dizzy heights,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Scarred by a thousand winters and untamed.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The road winds in from the broad riverlands,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Luring the happy traveler turn by turn,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Up to the lofty mountains of the sky.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">And where the road runs in the valley’s foot,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Through the dark woods the mountain stream comes down,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Singing and dancing all its youth away</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Among the boulders and the shallow runs,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">25</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Where sunbeams pierce and mossy tree trunks hang,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Drenched all day long with murmuring sound and spray.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">There, light of heart and footfree, I would go</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Up to my home among the lasting hills,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And in my cabin doorway sit me down,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Companioned in that leafy solitude</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By the wood ghosts of twilight and of peace.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">And in that sweet seclusion I should hear,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Among the cool-leafed beeches in the dusk,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The calm-voiced thrushes at their evening hymn—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So undistraught, so rapturous, so pure,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It well might be, in wisdom and in joy,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The seraphs singing at the birth of time</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The unworn ritual of eternal things.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Smart Set</cite> <i>Bliss Carman</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_30" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="PERUGIA">PERUGIA</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">For the sake of a weathered gray city set high on a hill</div> - <div class="verse indent6">To the northward I go,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where Umbria’s valley lies mile upon emerald mile</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Outspread like a chart.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The wind in her steep, narrow streets is eternally chill</div> - <div class="verse indent6">From the neighboring snow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But linger who will in the lure of a southerly smile,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Here is my heart.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Wrought to a mutual blueness are mountains and sky,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Intermingling they meet;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Little gray breathings of olive arise from the plain</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Like sighs that are seen,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For man and his Maker harmonious toil, and the sigh</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Of such labor is sweet,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the fruits of their patience are vistas of vineyards and grain</div> - <div class="verse indent6">In a glory of green.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">26</span> - <div class="verse indent0">No wind from the valley that passes the casement but flings</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Invisible flowers.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The carol of birds is a gossamer tissue of gold</div> - <div class="verse indent6">On a background of bells.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sweetest of all, in the silence the nightingale sings</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Through the silver-pure hours,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till the stars disappear like a dream that may never be told,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Which the dawning dispels.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Never so darkling the alley but opens at last</div> - <div class="verse indent6">On unlimited space;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Each gate is the frame of a vision that stretches away</div> - <div class="verse indent6">To the rims of the sky.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Never a scar that was left by the pitiless past</div> - <div class="verse indent6">But has taken a grace,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like the mark of a smile that was turned upon children at play</div> - <div class="verse indent6">In a summer gone by.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Many the tyrants, my city, who held thee in thrall.</div> - <div class="verse indent6">What remains of them now?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Names whispered back from the dark through a portal ajar,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">They come not again.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By men thou wert made and wert marred, but, outlasting them all,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Is the soul that is thou—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A soul that shall speak to my soul till I, too, pass afar,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">And perchance even then.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Century</cite> <i>Amelia Josephine Burr</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_31" class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">27</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="GHOSTS">GHOSTS</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">They call you cold New England,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But underneath your snow</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is blood as red as roses</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That in your gardens blow.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The God that lights your forests</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With torch of cardinal flower,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Forbids that ever the Puritan</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Escape his crimson hour.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The flame that skims brown furrows—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The scarlet tanager’s breast,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is sign to preacher and ploughman</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of dreams that haunt their rest.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">When witch and warlock perished</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By fagot, scaffold and tree,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their tortures slew their bodies</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But set their spirits free!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">In freedom gliding, gloating,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Through the haunts their children claim</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The swollen ghosts of the wicked</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Grow fat on new-wrought shame.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The old, sweet evil lingers,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The demon of uncontrol,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And madness creeps and crouches</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In every haggard soul.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">And he who held moon revels</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In Salem forests deep,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Well loves his hypocrite servants</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Nor seeks to spoil their sleep.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">28</span> - <div class="verse indent0">They call you cold New England—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But surely even your snow</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is drift not of ice but of ashes,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To guard the flames below!</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Smart Set</cite> <i>Marguerite Mooers Marshall</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_32" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="ST_JOHN_AND_THE_FAUN">ST. JOHN AND THE FAUN</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">O blest Imagination!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bright power beneath man’s lid,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That in apparent beauty</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Unveils the beauty hid!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In the gleaming of the instant</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Abides the immortal thing;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our souls that voyage unspeaking</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Press forward, wing and wing;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From every passing object</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A brighter radiance pours;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The Lethe of our daily lives</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sweeps by eternal shores.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">On the deep below Amalfi,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where the long roll of the wave</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Slowly breathed, and slipped beneath me</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To gray cliff and sounding cave,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Came a boat-load of dark fishers,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Passed, and on the bright sea shone;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There, the vision of a moment,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I beheld the young St. John.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">At the stern the boy stood bending</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Full his dreaming gaze on me;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Inexorably spread between us</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Flashed the blue strait of the sea;</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">29</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Slow receding,—distant,—distant,—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While my bosom scarce drew breath,—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Dreaming eyes on my eyes dreaming</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Holy beauty without death.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">In the cloudland o’er Amalfi,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where with mists the deep ravine</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like a cauldron smoked, and, clearing,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Showed, far down, the pictured scene,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Capes and bays and peaks and ocean,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the city, like a gem,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Set in circlets of pale azure</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That her beauty ring and hem,—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Once, returning from the chasm</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By the mountain’s woodland way,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Underneath the oak and chestnut</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where I loved to make delay,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">(And dark boys and girls with faggots</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Would pass near on that wild lawn,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And at times they brought me rosebuds),</div> - <div class="verse indent2">There one day I saw a faun.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The wood was still with noontide,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The very trees seemed lone,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When from a neighboring thicket</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His moon-eyes on me shone,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Motionless, and bright, and staring,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And with a startled grace;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As nature, wildly magical</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Was the beauty of his face;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">And as some gentle creature</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That, curious, has fear,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Dumb he stood and gazed upon me,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But did not venture near;</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">30</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And I moved not, nor motioned,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Nor gave him any sign,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor broke the momentary spell</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of the old world divine.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Love, with no other agent</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Save communion by the eye,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Evoked from those bright creatures</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Our secret unity;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There, flowering from old ages,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hung on time’s blossoming stem</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All that fairest was in me</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Or loveliest in them;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And truly it was happiness</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Unto a poet’s heart</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To find that living in his breast</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Which is immortal art.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>The Forum</cite> <i>George Edward Woodberry</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_33" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="SCHOOL">SCHOOL</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Old Hezekiah leaned hard on his hoe</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And squinted long at Eben, his lank son.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The silence shrilled with crickets. Day was done,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, row on dusky row,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Tall bean poles ribbed with dark the gold-bright afterglow.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Eben stood staring: ever, one by one,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The tendril tops turned ashen as they flared.</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Still Eben stared.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">O, there is wonder on New Hampshire hills,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hoeing the warm, bright furrows of brown earth,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And there is grandeur in the stone wall’s birth,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">31</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And in the sweat that spills</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From rugged toil its sweetness; yet for wild young wills</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There is no dew of wonder, but stark dearth,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In one old man who hoes his long bean rows,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">And only hoes.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Old Hezekiah turned slow on his heel.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He touched his son. Thro’ all the carking day</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There are so many littlish cares to weigh</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Large natures down, and steel</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The heart of understanding. “Son, how is’t ye feel?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What are ye starin’ on—a gal?” A ray</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Flushed Eben from the fading afterglow:</div> - <div class="verse indent8">He dropped his hoe.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">He dropped his hoe, but sudden stooped again</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And raised it where it fell. Nothing he spoke,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But bent his knee and—crack! the handle broke,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Splintering. With glare of pain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He flung the pieces down, and stamped upon them; then—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like one who leaps out naked from his cloak—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ran. “Here, come back! Where are ye bound—you fool?”</div> - <div class="verse indent8">He cried—“To school!”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Now on the mountain morning laughed with light—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With light and all the future in her face,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For there she looked on many a far-off place</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And wild adventurous sight,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For which the mad young autumn wind hallooed with might</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And dared the roaring mill-brook to the race,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where blue-jays screamed beyond the pine-dark pool—</div> - <div class="verse indent8">“To school!—To school!”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">32</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Blackcoated, Eben took the barefoot trail,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Holding with wary hand his Sunday boots;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Harsh catbirds mocked his whistling with their hoots;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Under his swallowtail</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Against his hip-strap bumping, clinked his dinner pail;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Frost maples flamed, lone thrushes touched their lutes;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Gray squirrels bobbed, with tails stiff curved to backs,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">To eye his tracks.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Soon at the lonely crossroads he passed by</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The little one-room schoolhouse. He peered in.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There stood the bench where he had often been</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Admonished flagrantly</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To drone his numbers: now to this he said good-bye</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For mightier lure of more romantic scene:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Good-bye to childish rule and homely chore</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Forevermore!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">All day he hastened like the flying cloud</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Breathless above him, big with dreams, yet dumb.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With tightened jaw he chewed the tart spruce gum,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And muttered half aloud</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Huge oracles. At last, where thro’ the pine-tops bowed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The sun, it rose!—His heart beat like a drum.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There, there it rose—his tower of prophecy:</div> - <div class="verse indent8">The Academy!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">They learn to live who learn to contemplate,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For contemplation is the unconfined</div> - <div class="verse indent0">God who creates us. To the growing mind</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Freedom to think is fate,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And all that age and after-knowledge augurate</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Lies in a little dream of youth enshrined:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That dream to nourish with the skilful rule</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Of love—is school.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">33</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Eben, in mystic tumult of his teens,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Stood bursting—like a ripe seed—into soul.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All his life long he had watched the great hills roll</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their shadows, tints and sheens</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By sun- and moonrise; yet the bane of hoeing beans,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And round of joyless chores, his father’s toll,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Blotted their beauty; nature was as naught:</div> - <div class="verse indent8">He had never <em>thought</em>.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">But now he climbed his boyhood’s castle tower</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And knocked. Ah, well then for his after-fate</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That one of nature’s masters opened the gate,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where like an April shower</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Live influence quickened all his earth-blind seed to power.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Strangely his sense of truth grew passionate,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And like a young bull, led in yoke to drink,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">He bowed to think.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">There also bowed their heads with him to quaff—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The snorting herd! And many a wholesome grip</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He had of rivalry and fellowship.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Often the game was rough,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But Eben tossed his horns and never balked the cuff;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For still through play and task his Dream would slip—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A radiant Herdsman, guiding destiny</div> - <div class="verse indent8">To his degree.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Once more old Hezekiah stayed his hoe</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To squint at Eben. Silent, Eben scanned</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A little roll of sheepskin in his hand,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While, row on dusky row,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Tall bean poles ribbed with dark the gold-pale afterglow.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The boy looked up: here was another land!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Mountain and farm with mystic beauty flared</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Where Eben stared.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">34</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Stooping, he lifted with a furtive smile</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Two splintered sticks, and spliced them. Nevermore</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His spirit would go beastwise to his chore</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Blinded, for even while</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He stooped to the old task, sudden in the sunset’s pile</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His radiant Herdsman swung a fiery door,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thro’ which came forth with far-borne trumpetings</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Poets and kings,</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">His fellow conquerors: there Virgil dreamed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There Cæsar fought and won the barbarous tribes,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There Darwin, pensive, bore the ignorant gibes,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And One with thorns redeemed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From malice the wild hearts of men: there surged and streamed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With chemic fire the forges of old scribes</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Testing anew the crucibles of toil</div> - <div class="verse indent8">To save God’s soil.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">So Eben turned again to hoe his beans,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But now, to ballads which his Herdsman sung,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Henceforth he hoed the dream in with the dung,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And for his ancient spleens</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Planting new joys, imagination found him means.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">At last old Hezekiah loosed his tongue:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Well, boy, this school—what has it learned ye to know?”</div> - <div class="verse indent8">He said: “To hoe.”</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>The Forum</cite> <i>Percy MacKaye</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_34" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_MARVELOUS_MUNCHAUSEN">THE MARVELOUS MUNCHAUSEN</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The snug little room with its brazier fire aglow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And Piet and Sachs and Vroom—all in the long ago,—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh, the very long ago!—o’er their pipes and hollands seen;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And on the wall the man-o’-war, and firelight on the screen!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">35</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Their flowered, bulging waistcoats that wrinkle when they chuckle;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The baron, much-mustachioed, and gay with star and buckle,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And bristling in a uniform as scarlet as his cheeks,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With choker lace beneath his chin, and splendid, yellow breeks!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The smoke drifts blue, and bluer through that window, all abreeze,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are glinting sky and glistening sea beyond the Holland quays.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Blue tiles, red bricks, the bustling wharves, with color’s oriflamme;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Starched caps and rosy-posy cheeks—the girls of Amsterdam!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The snug little room with its brazier fire aglow!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh, listen, will he tell them, as he told them long ago,—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh, very long ago, a-laughing in his sleeve!—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The marvelous Munchausen, with the fables <em>I</em> believe?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0"> - -<div class="tb">* * * * *</div></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“When I had sown the Turkey beans that reachéd to the moon,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And lifted all Westminster in the sling from my balloon</div> - <div class="verse indent2">(Swung over the Atlantic,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They peered from windows, frantic),</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When, eagle-back, I’d scanned the pole in broad, eternal noon,</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“In Queen Mab’s chariot I ventured on the sea.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’Twas like a mammoth hazelnut, with matchless orrery</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A-sparkle on its ceiling,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With planet systems wheeling</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And giddy comets sizzling all about the head o’ me.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">36</span> - <div class="verse indent0">“The nine bulls drew it, as stout as those of Crete,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And all were shod with horrid skulls that clattered on their feet.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Rich banners waved behind ’em,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While on their backs, to mind ’em,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Postilion crickets chirruped them, all chirping loud and sweet.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“Ghost of the Cape I warn you of, for he is bottle-blue.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We split his Table Mountain. He gibbered and he flew.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The bulls straight showed disfeature</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With gazing on the creature,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Stampeding in their harness when I gave the view-halloo.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“Though wrecked on Egypt’s obelisks, disaster I defied,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And harnessed Sphinx, the emperor’s gift, to tow an ark as wide</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As great Westminster;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With beau and bell and spinster,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And cleric, clerk, and coronet all tête-à-tête inside.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“‘Good folk, we sail for Africa,’ said I to all my train.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">‘When bold Munchausen leads you forth, what laggard dares remain</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In slippered ease, uncaring</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To share my deeds of daring?’</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their cheers amazed my modesty, and more had made me vain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“‘The sultan’s bees I’ve shepherded. I’ve hornpiped at Marseilles,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where gulped me down, well nigh to drown, the liveliest of whales.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">37</span> - <div class="verse indent2">I’m riskiest of riskers,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But, blow my grizzled whiskers!’</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I cried, ‘May jackals gnaw my bones if now Munchausen fails!’</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“By night the lions roared at us. By day the simoons came</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And swept across our caravan in sandy clouds of flame;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But naught dismayed our temper, or</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The genial Afric emperor</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Had missed my handsome greeting, to his long-abiding shame.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“The people of the Mountains of the Moon I wined and dined.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I reigned at Gristariska when His Majesty declined.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Reforms I wrought untiring,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With Gog and Magog squiring,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And Frosticos, my bosom friend, who lent a legal mind.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“For last superb achievement,—bright tears may Envy shed!—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I built a bridge, from Africa to distant England spread:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">No edifice of fable,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Nay, not the Tower of Babel,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Surpassed its mammoth glory in the heavens overhead.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“So back across its noble arch my retinue and I</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Advanced with blaring trumpets through the regions of the sky.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Clouds lingered to enwreathe us,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Earth’s kingdoms far beneath us,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And martial music cheered our march from all the birds that fly.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0"> - -<div class="tb">* * * * *</div></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The snug little room with its brazier fire aglow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And Piet and Sachs and Vroom all sleeping long ago,—</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">38</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh, so very long ago!—and, chuckling in his sleeve,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Still, o’er the slumbering table,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Drone-droning on his fable,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The marvelous Munchausen, with the stories <em>I</em> believe!</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Century</cite> <i>William Rose Benét</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_35" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="TRAIN-MATES">TRAIN-MATES</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">Outside hove Shasta, snowy height on height,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A glory; but a negligible sight,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For you had often seen a mountain-peak</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But not my paper. So we came to speak.</div> - <div class="verse indent4">A smoke, a smile,—a good way to commence</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The comfortable exchange of difference!—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You a young engineer, five feet eleven,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Forty-five chest, with football in your heaven,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Liking a road-bed newly built and clean,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your fingers hot to cut away the green</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of brush and flowers that bring beside a track</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The kind of beauty steel lines ought to lack,—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And I a poet, wistful of my betters,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Reading George Meredith’s high-hearted Letters,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Joining betweenwhile in the mingled speech</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of a drummer, circus-man, and parson, each</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Absorbing to himself—as I to me</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And you to you—a glad identity!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">After a while when the others went away,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A curious kinship made us want to stay,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which I could tell you now; but at the time</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You thought of baseball teams and I of rhyme,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Until we found that we were college men</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And smoked more easily and smiled again;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And I from Cambridge cried, the poet still:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“I know your fine Greek Theatre on the hill</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">39</span> - <div class="verse indent0">At Berkeley!” With your happy Grecian head</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upraised, “I never saw the place,” you said.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Once I was free of class, I always went</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Out to the field.”</div> - <div class="verse indent24">Young engineer,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You meant as fair a tribute to the better part</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As ever I did. Beauty of the heart</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is evident in temples. But it breathes</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Alive where athletes quicken airy wreaths,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which are the lovelier because they die.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You are a poet quite as much as I,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Though differences appear in what we do,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And I an athlete quite as much as you.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Because you half-surmised my quarter-mile</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And I your quatrain, we could greet and smile.</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Who knows but we shall look again and find</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The circus-man and drummer, not behind</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But leading in our visible estate,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As discus-thrower and as laureate?</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Yale Review</cite> <i>Witter Bynner</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_36" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_KALLYOPE_YELL">THE KALLYOPE YELL</h2> -</div> - -<p class="p0 center">[<i>Loudly and rapidly with a leader, College yell -fashion</i>]</p> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Proud men</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Eternally</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Go about,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Slander me,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Call me the “Calliope.”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sizz . . . . .</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Fizz . . . . .</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">I am the Gutter Dream,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Tune-maker, born of steam,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">40</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Tooting joy, tooting hope.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I am the Kallyope,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Car called the Kallyope.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Willy willy willy wah <span class="allsmcap">HOO</span>!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">See the flags: snow-white tent,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">See the bear and elephant,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">See the monkey jump the rope,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Listen to the Kallyope, Kallyope, Kallyope!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Soul of the rhinoceros</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the hippopotamus</div> - <div class="verse indent0">(Listen to the lion roar!)</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Jaguar, cockatoot,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Loons, owls,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hoot, Hoot.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Listen to the lion roar,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Listen to the lion roar,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Listen to the lion <span class="allsmcap">R-O-A-R</span>!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hear the leopard cry for gore,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Willy willy willy wah <span class="allsmcap">HOO</span>!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hail the bloody Indian band,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hail, all hail the popcorn stand,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hail to Barnum’s picture there,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">People’s idol everywhere,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whoop, whoop, whoop, <span class="allsmcap">WHOOP</span>!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Music of the mob am I,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Circus day’s tremendous cry:—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I am the Kallyope, Kallyope, Kallyope!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hoot toot, hoot toot, hoot toot, hoot toot,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Willy willy willy wah <span class="allsmcap">HOO</span>!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sizz, fizz . . . . .</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Born of mobs, born of steam,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Listen to my golden dream,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Listen to my golden dream,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Listen to my <span class="allsmcap">G-O-L-D-E-N D-R-E-A-M</span>!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whoop whoop whoop whoop <span class="allsmcap">WHOOP</span>!</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">41</span> - <div class="verse indent0">I will blow the proud folk low,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Humanize the dour and slow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I will shake the proud folk down,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">(Listen to the lion roar!)</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Popcorn crowds shall rule the town—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Willy willy willy wah <span class="allsmcap">HOO</span>!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Steam shall work melodiously,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Brotherhood increase.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You’ll see the world and all it holds</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For fifty cents apiece.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Willy willy willy wah <span class="allsmcap">HOO</span>!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Every day a circus day.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0"><i>What?</i></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Well, <em>almost</em> every day.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nevermore the sweater’s den,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nevermore the prison pen.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Gone the war on land and sea</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That aforetime troubled men.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nations all in amity,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Happy in their plumes arrayed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In the long bright street parade.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Bands a-playing every day.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0"><i>What?</i></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Well, <em>almost</em> every day.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I am the Kallyope, Kallyope, Kallyope!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Willy willy willy wah <span class="allsmcap">HOO</span>!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hoot, toot, hoot, toot,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whoop whoop whoop whoop,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Willy willy willy wah <span class="allsmcap">HOO</span>!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sizz, fizz . . . . .</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Every soul</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Resident</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In the earth’s one circus tent!</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">42</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Every man a trapeze king</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then a pleased spectator there.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On the benches! In the ring!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While the neighbors gawk and stare</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the cheering rolls along.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Almost every day a race</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When the merry starting gong</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Rings, each chariot on the line,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Every driver fit and fine</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With the steel-spring Roman grace.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Almost every day a dream,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Almost every day a dream.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Every girl,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Maid or wife,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Wild with music,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Eyes a-gleam</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With that marvel called desire:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Actress, princess, fit for life,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Armed with honor like a knife,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Jumping thro’ the hoops of fire.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">(Listen to the lion roar!)</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Making all the children shout</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Clowns shall tumble all about,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Painted high and full of song</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While the cheering rolls along,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Tho’ they scream,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Tho’ they rage,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Every beast</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In his cage,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Every beast</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In his den</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That aforetime troubled men.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>V</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">I am the Kallyope, Kallyope, Kallyope,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Tooting hope, tooting hope, tooting hope, tooting hope;</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">43</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Shaking window-pane and door</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With a crashing cosmic tune,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With the war-cry of the spheres,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Rhythm of the roar of noon,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Rhythm of Niagara’s roar,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Voicing planet, star and moon,</div> - <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Shrieking</span> of the better years.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Prophet-singers will arise,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Prophets coming after me,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sing my song in softer guise</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With more delicate surprise;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I am but the pioneer</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Voice of the Democracy;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I am the gutter-dream,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I am the golden dream,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Singing science, singing steam.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I will blow the proud folk down,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">(Listen to the lion roar!)</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I am the Kallyope, Kallyope, Kallyope,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Tooting hope, tooting hope, tooting hope, tooting hope,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Willy willy willy wah <span class="allsmcap">HOO</span>!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hoot toot, hoot toot, hoot toot, hoot toot,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whoop whoop, whoop whoop,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whoop whoop, whoop whoop,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Willy willy willy wah <span class="allsmcap">HOO</span>!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sizz .....</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Fizz .....</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>The Forum</cite> <i>Nicholas Vachel Lindsay</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_37" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THANKSGIVING_FOR_OUR_TASK">THANKSGIVING FOR OUR TASK</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The sickle is dulled of the reaping and the threshing-floor is bare;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The dust of night’s in the air.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">44</span> - <div class="verse indent0">The peace of the weary is ours:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All day we have taken the fruit and the grain and the seeds of the flowers.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The ev’ning is chill,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It is good now to gather in peace by the flames of the fire.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We have done now the deed that we did for our need and desire:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We have wrought our will.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">And now for the boon of abundance and golden increase,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And immurèd peace,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall we thank our God?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Bethink us, amid His indulgence, His terrible rod?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall we be as the maple and oak,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Strew the earth with our gold, giving only bare boughs to the sky?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nay, the pine stayeth green while the Winter growls sullenly by,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And doth not revoke</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">For soft days or stern days the pledge of its constancy.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall we not be</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Also the same through all days,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Giving thanks when the battle breaks on us, in toil giving praise?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">O Father who saw at the dawn,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That the folly of Pride would be the lush weed of our sin,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There is better than that in our hearts, O enter therein,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A light burneth, though wan</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">And weak be the flame, yet it gloweth, our Humility!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ah, how can it be</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Trimmed o’ the wick,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And replenished with oil to burn brightly and golden and quick?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">45</span> - <div class="verse indent0">For deep in our hearts</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We wish to be thankful through lean years and fat without change,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Knowing that here Thou hast set for the spirit a range:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We would play well our parts,</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Making America throb with the building of souls and the glory of good;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Yea, and we would,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And before the last Autumn we will</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Build a temple from ocean to ocean where deeds never still</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Melodiously shall proclaim</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thanksgiving forever that Thou hast set here to our hand</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So wondrous a mystical harvest, that Thou dost demand</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sheaves bound in Thy name,</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Yea, supersubstantial sheaves of strong souls that have grown</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Fain to be known</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As the corn of Thine occident field:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">O Yielder of All, can America worthily thank Thee till such be her yield?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">In the mellowing light</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of the goldenest days that precede the gray days of the year,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We sing Thee our harvesting song and we pray Thee to hear,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In the midst of Thy might:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent9">Labor is given to us,</div> - <div class="verse indent11">Let us give thanks!</div> - <div class="verse indent9">Power worketh through us,</div> - <div class="verse indent11">Let us give thanks!</div> - <div class="verse indent9">Not for what we have</div> - <div class="verse indent9">(So might speak a slave),</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">46</span> - <div class="verse indent9">Not for the garnering,</div> - <div class="verse indent9">Gratefully we sing,</div> - <div class="verse indent9">But for the mighty thing</div> - <div class="verse indent9">We must do, travailing!</div> - <div class="verse indent9">For our task and for our strength;</div> - <div class="verse indent9">For the journey and its length;</div> - <div class="verse indent9">For our dauntless eagerness;</div> - <div class="verse indent9">For our humbling weariness;</div> - <div class="verse indent9">For these, for these, O Father,</div> - <div class="verse indent11">Let us give thanks!</div> - <div class="verse indent9">For these, O Mighty Father,</div> - <div class="verse indent11">Take Thou our thanks!</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>The Forum</cite> <i>Shaemas OSheel</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_38" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_LIKENESS">A LIKENESS<br /> -<span class="subhead"><span class="smcap">Portrait Bust of an Unknown, Capitol, Rome</span></span></h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">In every line a supple beauty—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The restless head a little bent—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Disgust of pleasure, scorn of duty,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The unseeing eyes of discontent.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I often come to sit beside him,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">This youth who passed and left no trace</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of good or ill that did betide him,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Save the disdain upon his face.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The hope of all his House, the brother</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Adored, the golden-hearted son,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whom Fortune pampered like a mother;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And then—a shadow on the sun.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whether he followed Cæsar’s trumpet,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Or chanced the riskier game at home</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To find how favor played the strumpet</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In fickle politics at Rome;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">47</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Whether he dreamed a dream in Asia</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He never could forget by day,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or gave his youth to some Aspasia,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Or gamed his heritage away;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Once lost, across the Empire’s border</div> - <div class="verse indent2">This man would seek his peace in vain;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His look arraigns a social order</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Somehow entrammelled with his pain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“The dice of gods are always loaded”;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">One gambler, arrogant as they,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Fierce, and by fierce injustice goaded,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Left both his hazard and the play.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Incapable of compromises,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Unable to forgive or spare,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The strange awarding of the prizes</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He had no fortitude to bear.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Tricked by the forms of things material—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The solid-seeming arch and stone,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The noise of war, the pomp imperial,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The heights and depths about a throne—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He missed, among the shapes diurnal,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The old, deep-travelled road from pain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The thoughts of men which are eternal,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In which, eternal, men remain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Ritratto d’ignoto; defying</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Things unsubstantial as a dream—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">An Empire, long in ashes lying—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His face still set against the stream.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Yes, so he looked, that gifted brother</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I loved, who passed and left no trace,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Not even—luckier than this other—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His sorrow in a marble face.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Scribner’s</cite> <i>Willa Sibert Cather</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_39" class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">48</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_FIELD_OF_GLORY">THE FIELD OF GLORY</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">War shook the land where Levi dwelt,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And fired the dismal wrath he felt,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That such a doom was ever wrought</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As his, to toil while others fought;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To toil, to dream—and still to dream,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With one day barren as another;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To consummate, as it would seem,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The dry despair of his old mother.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Far off one afternoon began</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The sound of man destroying man;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And Levi, sick with nameless rage,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Condemned again his heritage,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And sighed for scars that might have come,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And would, if once he could have sundered</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Those harsh, inhering claims of home</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That held him while he cursed and wondered.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Another day, and then there came,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Rough, bloody, ribald, hungry, lame,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But yet themselves, to Levi’s door,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Two remnants of the day before.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They laughed at him and what he sought;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They jeered him, and his painful acre;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But Levi knew that they had fought,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And left their manners to their Maker.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">That night, for the grim widow’s ears,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With hopes that hid themselves in fears,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He told of arms, and featly deeds,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whereat one leaps the while he reads,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And said he’d be no more a clown,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While others drew the breath of battle.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The mother looked him up and down,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And laughed—a scant laugh with a rattle.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">49</span> - <div class="verse indent0">She told him what she found to tell,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And Levi listened, and heard well</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Some admonitions of a voice</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That left him no cause to rejoice.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He sought a friend, and found the stars,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And prayed aloud that they should aid him;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But they said not a word of wars,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or of a reason why God made him.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">And who’s of this or that estate</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We do not wholly calculate,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When baffling shades that shift and cling</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are not without their glimmering;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When even Levi, tired of faith,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beloved of none, forgot by many,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Dismissed as an inferior wraith,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Reborn may be as great as any.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>The Outlook</cite> <i>Edwin Arlington Robinson</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_40" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="RICH_MAN_POOR_MAN">RICH MAN, POOR MAN—</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh, joy that burns in Denver tavern!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The lights, the drink, the ceaseless play!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A kingdom, dull within a cavern,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Across the boards he flings away.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Then night that falls on either mountain</div> - <div class="verse indent2">(Ah, bitter black it falls between);</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But he, like water to its fountain,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Is come again where life runs clean.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">So Death shall find him, delving, peering.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Still silver rock, still golden sand.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He weeps to hear the magpies’ jeering,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But he is back in his own land.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Lippincott’s</cite> <i>Francis Hill</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_41" class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">50</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SIN_EATER">THE SIN EATER</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Hark ye! Hush ye! Margot’s dead!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hush! Have done wi’ your brawling tune!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Danced, she did, till the stars grew pale;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Mother o’ God, an’ she’s gone at noon!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sh-h ... d’ye <em>hear</em> me?—Margot’s <em>dead</em>!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sickened an’ drooped an’ died in an hour!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">(Bring me th’ milk an’ th’ meat an’ bread.)</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Drooped, she did, like a wilted flower.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Come an’ look at her, how she lies,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Little an’ lone, and like she’s scared....</div> - <div class="verse indent0">(She lost her beads last Friday week,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Tore her Book, an’ she never cared.)...</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Eh, my lass, but it’s winter, now—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You that ever was meant for June,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your laughing mouth an’ your dancing feet—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">An’ now you’re done, like an ended tune.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where’s that woman? Ah, give it me quick,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Food at her head an’ her poor, still feet....</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There’s plenty, fool! D’ye think the wench</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Had <em>so</em> many sins for himself to eat?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Take up your cloak an’ hand me mine....</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are we fetchin’ him? Eh, for sure!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">An’ you’ll come with me for all your quakes,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Clear to his cave across the moor!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">—Margot, dearie, don’t look so scared,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It’s no long while till your peace begins!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What if you tore your Book, poor lamb?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I’m bringin’ you one will eat your sins!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">It’s a blood-red sun that’s sinkin’....</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ohooo, but the marshland’s drear!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Woman, for why will you be shrinkin’?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I’m tellin’ you there’s nought to fear.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">51</span> - <div class="verse indent0">What if the twilight’s gloomish</div> - <div class="verse indent0">An’ th’ shadows creep an’ crawl?—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Woman, woman, here’ll be th’ cave!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Stand by me close till I call!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">“Sin Eater! Devil Cheater!”</div> - <div class="verse indent4">(Eh, it echoes hollowly!)</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Margot’s dead at Willow Farm!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shroud your face and follow me!”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">One o’ th’ clock ... two o’ th’ clock....</div> - <div class="verse indent0">This night’s a week in span!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Still he crouches by her side....</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Devil ... ghost ... or man?...</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Woman, never cock’s crow sounded sweet before!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Set the casement wide ajar, fasten back the door!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Eh, but I be cold an’ stiff, waitin’ for th’ dawn;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Fetch me flowers—jessamine—see, the food is gone....</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Light enough to see her now.... Mary! How her face</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shines on us like altar fires, now she’s sure o’ grace!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Never mind your Book, my lamb, never mind your beads,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There’s th’ Gleam before you now, follow where it leads.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>V</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Tearful peace and gentle grief</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Brood on Willow Farm:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Margot, sleeping in her flowers,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Smiles, secure from harm:</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">52</span> - <div class="verse indent0">In a cave across the moor,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Dank and dark within,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Moans the trafficker in souls,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Freshly bowed with sin.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Smart Set</cite> <i>Ruth Comfort Mitchell</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_42" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="NIGHT-SENTRIES">NIGHT-SENTRIES</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Ever as sinks the day on sea or land,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Called or uncalled, you take your kindred posts.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">At helm and lever, wheel and switch, you stand,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On the world’s wastes and melancholy coasts.</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Strength to the patient hand!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To all, alert and faithful in the night,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">May there be Light!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Now roars the wrenching train along the dark;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">How many watchers guard the barren way</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In signal-towers, at stammering keys, to mark</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The word the whispering horizons say!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">To all that see and hark—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To all, alert and faithful in the night,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">May there be Light!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">On ruthless streets, on byways sad with sin—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Half-hated by the blinded ones you guard—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Guard well, lest crime unheeded enter in!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The dark is cruel and the vigil hard,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The hours of guilt begin.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To all, alert and faithful in the night,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">May there be Light!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Now storms the pulsing hull adown the sea:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gaze onward, anxious eyes, to mist or star!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where foams the heaving highway blank and free?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where wait the reef, the berg, the cape, the bar?</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Whatever menace be,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">53</span> - <div class="verse indent0">To all, alert and faithful in the night,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">May there be Light!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Now the surf-rumble rides the midnight wind,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And grave patrols are on ocean edge.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Now soars the rocket where the billows grind,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Discerned too late, on sunken shoal or ledge.</div> - <div class="verse indent4">To all that seek and find,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To all, alert and faithful in the night,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">May there be Light!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">On lonely headlands gleam the lamps that warn,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Star-steady, or ablink like dragon-eyes.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Govern your rays, or wake the giant horn</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Within the fog that welds the sea and skies!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Far distant runs the morn:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To all, alert and faithful in the night,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">May there be Light!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Now glow the lesser lamps in rooms of pain,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where nurse and doctor watch the joyless breath,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Drawn in a sigh, and sighing lost again.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who waits without the threshold, Life or Death?</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Reckon you loss or gain?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To all, alert and faithful in the night,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">May there be Light!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Honor to you that guard our welfare now!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To you that constant in the past have stood!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To all by whom the future shall avow</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Unconquerable fortitude and good!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Upon the sleepless brow</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of each, alert and faithful in the night,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">May there be Light!</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Harper’s</cite> <i>George Sterling</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_43" class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">54</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SWORDLESS_CHRIST">THE SWORDLESS CHRIST<br /> -<span class="subhead"><span class="smcap">Vicisti, Galilee</span></span></h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Aye, down the years, behold, he rides,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The lowly Christ, upon an ass;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But conquering? Ten shall heed the call,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A thousand idly watch him pass:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">They watch him pass, or lightly hold</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In mock lip-loyalty his name:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A thousand—were they his to lead!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But meek, without a sword, he came.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">A myriad horsemen swept the field</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With Attila, the whirlwind Hun:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A myriad cannon spake for him,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The silent, dread Napoleon.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">For these had ready spoil to give.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Had reeking spoil for savage hands;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Slaves, and fair wives, and pillage rare:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The wealth of cities: teeming lands.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">And if the world, once drunk with blood,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sated, has turned from arms to peace,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Man hath not lost his ancient lusts;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The weapons change; war doth not cease.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The mother in the stifling den,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The brain-dulled child beside the loom,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The hordes that swarm and toil and starve,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We laugh, and tread them to their doom.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">They shriek, and cry their prayers to Christ;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And lift wan faces, hands that bleed:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In vain they pray, for what is Christ?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A leader—without men to lead.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">55</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Ah, piteous Christ, afar he rides:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We see him, but the face is dim.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We, that would leap at crash of drums,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are slow to rise and follow him.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>The Forum</cite> <i>Percy Adams Hutchison</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_44" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="WHAT_OF_THE_NIGHT">WHAT OF THE NIGHT?</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">What of the night</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the eventual silences?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Art thou not cold with the knowledge of decay</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the uncompromising reaches of the earth?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What of the night</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When the tune falters and the blood chills?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When thou art one with the grass</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the underbrush of the world,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Wilt thou forget the names of flowers,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The rhythm of song and the lips, still balmy with the breasts of women?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When thou and the fog on the hilltop are as brother and sister,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Wilt thou forget utterly the ways of men,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The clash of swords and the sting of wine,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The dim horizons and the grace of girls?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When thou art alone eternally</div> - <div class="verse indent0">What of the night?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Where will God be</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When thou art swathed in silence;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When the wreckage of dreams has crushed thee</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the lust for springtimes dissolved thee?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Wilt thou have visions only of the dawn</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And autumn sunsets?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Will the memory of women’s faces haunt thy grave?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Will the odor of blue flowers find thy dust?</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">56</span> - <div class="verse indent0">When thou art choking on the calm indifference of youth</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the everlasting beauty of trees,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Wilt thou dream only of the June,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The love of women and the great democracy of men?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">When thou hast fought and failed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And thy brow has withered laurelless,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And thy name has been effaced by the insatiable winds,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And thou hast gone out at the Western gate</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To join the laggards of the dead,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Wilt thou crave only the withheld success,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The transitory fame of twilight years?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Will thy soul cry out only for the song,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The red dawn and the glad triumph of love?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Wilt thou indeed forget the days of pain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The ineffectual prayers,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The lies of time and the bitterness of defeat?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or, remembering these things,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Wilt thou forget the hands of women and the rude love of men,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And be glad of thy dark quietude?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">When thou art part of the impending gloom,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I deem that life will seem to thee</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In no such wise,—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But rather thou wilt dream it as a whole;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Not as a song, nor yet a broken bell;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But all that thou hast been—the great tears,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The rain, the kisses and the flutes,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The old sorrows and the hills at dawn,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Much laughter and much grief and the stern fight.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And thou shalt know how all of life is gain—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The gold of youth, the gray defeat of age—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How in the soul’s inharmony there lies</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The incoherent unity of things.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>The Forum</cite> <i>Willard Huntington Wright</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_45" class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">57</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_THRENODY">A THRENODY<br /> -<span class="subhead"><span class="smcap">In Memory of the Destruction of Messina By Earthquake</span></span></h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Sicilian Muse! O thou who sittest dumb</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Amid the sodden fields and ways forlorn,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where once the herdsmen singing, watched their kine</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Breast-deep in fragrance, odorous eve and morn;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Stranger to thee, yet led by love I come,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A suppliant sable-stoled, to mix with thine</div> - <div class="verse indent0">My tears, and at thy shrine</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Kindle a funeral torch for Sicily:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Give not the suppliant’s prayer the meed of blame!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Scorn not the stranger’s proffered oil and wine!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">O thou from whom the heavenly madness came,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When Orpheus hymning struck his golden lute,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And stirred old memories in Persephone,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While all the lonely shades in hell stood mute</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To watch the still-beloved Eurydice</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Borne lightly upward on the silver surge</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To Enna’s flowery verge;—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Spirit august! Child of Mnemosyne!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With reverence and true humility</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I break before thy feet my careless flute,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And wait upon my lips thy touch of flame:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Begin, Sicilian Muse! Begin the dirge!</div> - <div class="verse indent8">O race unmindful of the Destinies!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The dread Euminides</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or Mœræ old, sent from Earth’s inmost core</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A tremor, warning blindly ye who, blind,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">See not the sleepless doom that evermore</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Has watched your tragic shore</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Since lost sea-rovers shaded first their eyes</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To spy the riches of your waving store,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And grated up your sands with doubtful keel.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The startled jungle growled above its young;</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">58</span> - <div class="verse indent0">The Arctic foxes snuffed the scentless wind;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But ye who knew yourselves a fated race,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That gods have loved and gods to hate exposed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Though black the death clouds over Ætna hung,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Forgot the anguish in Pompeii’s face,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beneath her half-drawn winding sheet disclosed;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Forgot white Lisbon’s doom, nor called to mind—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In pleasant Zancle taking noonday ease—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How, from its ashes by the western seas</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A stricken Phœnix rises, stone and steel.</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Fresh as her Poro flowers at early dawn,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When over Hybla’s hills the yellow bees</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From aromatic blossoms shake the dew;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Fair as the maiden ere by dark Fate drawn,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She saw the wide earth yawn</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Before the thunderous horses, and the strong</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Arm of Aïdes crushed her gathered flowers;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So fresh, so fair, amid her storied seas,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She who remains through changes æon-long</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A greater Helen wooed with sword and song,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of mightier victors bride and battle prize,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Lay lapped in peace, when swift from Hades driven,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upward the death-king came; the earth was riven,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And through the darkness rang her children’s cries.</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Now Scylla unto fierce Charybdis calls,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While on the water spreads a crimson stain;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Now Galatea sobs in Ocean’s halls,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And vengeful Polyphemus laughs again.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The Nereids now in oozy caverns hide,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where sea-kings of the old Æolian shore</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Watch sunken argosies forevermore,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And tell their tales of dread Poseidon’s hate;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While dimly from the far, ensanguined tide</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Patient Odysseus furrowed once of yore,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A glint of daylight through the darkness falls</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On swaying helmets, tumbled bronze and gold,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">59</span> - <div class="verse indent0">On broidered vestments stiff and Tyrian dyed.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There hide they; but the sea-kings keep their state,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Telling of ancient dooms and deaths of old,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor know they how beside the darkened strait</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And up the slopes of olive, vine and grain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The dryads wail a land left desolate.</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Wail thou, great Muse, the dear Sicilian land!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Now greater grief is thine than when of old</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Young Adon in the Cyprian’s arms lay cold,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And Daphnis’ years were told.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Take thou the lyre from Time’s enfeebled hand;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hushed is the music of Empedocles,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of splendid Pindar, pure Simonides,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Bion and Moschus and Theocritus,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And those who unto us</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nameless, yet live as human memories.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hushed is the last of all that laurelled band,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hushed, or on Charon’s strand</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Urging in vain petition dolorous,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To pass where Pan, his boyish pipings done,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Stands wistful, while the nymphs, by fear made bold,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Cling with their long lithe arms about his knees.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Wail thou, great Muse! or loose from Acheron</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Some worthy bearer of the singing bough</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose madness whirls me now</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On melting wings too near the southern sun.</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Yet why for aught on earth should grief be loud,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Since all that is, is born to pass away?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hero and maiden to the urn are vowed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And beauty saves not when the debt falls due;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Apollo with the darker gods has died,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And Gæa at the last shall be as they.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">O Helen of the soul! O golden isle!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By beauty doomed, by beauty sanctified,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thou too canst not abide,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But like all else shalt last a little while—</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">60</span> - <div class="verse indent0">A little longer than the falling spray—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then pass as planet dust or gaseous cloud,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To build new cosmos, gnawed by new decay.</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Earth’s senseless atoms ever clasp and whirl,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Unclasp again to form in mazes new;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And ever on the white cliff stands some girl</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With dead eyes gazing on the sailless blue.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Earth’s roses die, but still the rose lives on,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The song survives the swift Leucadian leap;—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A dream of immortality is ours.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where golden Daphnis in the morning shone,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Fresh sprung from Helicon,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">New shepherds singing lead their careless sheep</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Above the graves of Athens, Carthage, Rome,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Vandals and Moslems, and strange Northern Powers</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That filled their destined hours,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And fed in turn the rich Sicilian loam,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Building, like coral insects from the deep,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Enchanted islands that till earth is gone,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Swept back to chaos in the atom swirl,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shall be the seeker’s light, the spirit’s home.</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Though Ætna crumble and the dark seas rise</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sowing the uplands with their sterile brine,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Still shall the soul descry with wistful eyes</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sicilian headlands bright with flower and fruit;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Still shall she hear, though all earth’s lips be mute,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sicilian music in the morning skies.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Yea, deep within the heart of man it lies,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">This visioned island bright with old romance,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A race inheritance</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of rest and joy and faith in things divine,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That shall endure awhile through change and chance,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And have the meaning of a childhood shrine,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Remembered when the faith of childhood dies.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">61</span> - <div class="verse indent8">Now fails the song, and down the lonely ways</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The last low echoes die upon the breeze.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I lay my lyre upon the moveless knees</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of her who by the hollow roadway stays,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In anguish waiting for her children slain</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That shall not come again</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With springtime, leading the new lambs to graze.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They come no more; but while o’er hill and plain</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The twilight darkens, and the evening rose</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Aloft on Ætna glows,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Silent she sits amid the sodden leas,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With eyes that level on the ocean haze</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their unobserving stare, as seaward gaze</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The eyes of stolid caryatides.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Scribner’s</cite> <i>Louis V. Ledoux</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_46" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="NOVEMBER">NOVEMBER</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Hark you such sound as quivers? Kings will hear,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As kings have heard, and tremble on their thrones;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The old will feel the weight of mossy stones;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The young alone will laugh and scoff at fear.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It is the tread of armies marching near,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From scarlet lands to lands forever pale;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It is a bugle dying down the gale;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It is the sudden gushing of a tear.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And it is hands that grope at ghostly doors;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And romp of spirit children on the pave;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It is the tender sighing of the brave</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who fell, ah! long ago, in futile wars;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It is such sound as death; and, after all,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">’Tis but the forest letting dead leaves fall.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>The Bellman</cite> <i>Mahlon Leonard Fisher</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_47" class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">62</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="SALUTATION">SALUTATION</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Did you choose the journey, friend?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">No, nor I;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But to make it cheerfully,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Let us try.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When the day is dark, I pray,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sing a song to cheer the way,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For tomorrow we will be</div> - <div class="verse indent0">One day nearer to the sea.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Did you choose the journey, friend?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">No, nor I;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But we know the end will come</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By and by.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All today we bear the load</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Up the weary winding road,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But tomorrow we may be</div> - <div class="verse indent0">At the Inn in company.</div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>The Independent</cite> <i>Ruth Sterry</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_48" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="HERE_LIES_PIERROT">HERE LIES PIERROT</h2> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The moon’s ashine; by many a lane</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Walk wistful lovers to and fro;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It must be like old days again;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How they do love! <em>Here lies Pierrot.</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">She loved me once, did Columbine.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It sets my dusty heart aglow</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Merely to lie and dream how fine</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her semblance was,—<em>Here lies Pierrot!</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Her perfumed presence, silks and lace,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Did madden men and wrought them woe;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For me alone her witching grace.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where is she now? <em>Here lies Pierrot.</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">63</span> - <div class="verse indent0">We two walked once beneath the moon—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Yellow it hung, and large and low—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And listened to the tender tune</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of nightingales,—<em>Here lies Pierrot!</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Our foolish vows of passion shook</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The very stars, they trembled so.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How it comes back, her soft, shy look,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Now I am dead! <em>Here lies Pierrot!</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">These other men and maids, who stroll</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Through moonlit poplar trees arow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Does each play the enchanted rôle</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We phantoms played? <em>Here lies Pierrot!</em></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">O joy, that I remember yet</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sweet follies of the long ago!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Dear heaven, I would not quite forget!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The moon’s ashine; <em>Here lies Pierrot!</em></div> - </div> - <div class="attrib"><cite>Scribner’s</cite> <i>Richard Burton</i></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_49" class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">64</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="LIST_OF_DISTINCTIVE_POEMS_THEIR">LIST OF “DISTINCTIVE POEMS,” THEIR -AUTHORS, AND THE MAGAZINES IN -WHICH THEY APPEARED</h2> -</div> - -<ul> -<li class="mag notoppad"><cite>Century</cite>—</li> - -<li>A Light Bearer. Marion Couthouy Smith.</li> - -<li>Unmasked. Madison Cawein.</li> - -<li>Robert Browning. Margaret Widdemer.</li> - -<li>Will’s Counsellor. Charles Wharton Stork.</li> - -<li>Song of the Open Land. Richard Burton.</li> - -<li>Along the Road. Robert Browning Hamilton.</li> - -<li>A Prayer. Louis Untermeyer.</li> - -<li>Charms. William Rose Benét.</li> - -<li>Deep Water Song. John Reed.</li> - -<li>Not Yet. Katharine Lee Bates.</li> - -<li>The Double Crowning. Amelia Josephine Burr.</li> - -<li>Vermont. Sarah N. Cleghorn.</li> - -<li>To a Scarlet Tanager. Grace Hazard Conkling.</li> - -<li>To the Experimenters. Charles Badger Clark, Jr.</li> - -<li>My Conscience. James Whitcomb Riley.</li> - -<li>The Little People. Amelia Josephine Burr.</li> - -<li>For a Blank Page. Austin Dobson.</li> - -<li>A Message from Italy. Margaret Widdemer.</li> - -<li>The Gentle Reader. Arthur Davison Ficke.</li> - -<li>Submarine Mountains. Cale Young Rice.</li> - -<li>The Last Faun. Helen Minturn Seymour.</li> - -<li>Ritual. William Rose Benét.</li> - -<li>Emergency. William Rose Benét.</li> - -<li>The Mother. Timothy Cole.</li> - -<li>Perugia. Amelia Josephine Burr.</li> - -<li>To Elsa, with a volume of the “Arabian Nights.” Grace Hazard Conkling.</li> - -<li>The Carpenter’s Son. Sara Teasdale.</li> - -<li>Sarvachraddên. Leonard Bacon.</li> - -<li>The Shoes of Happiness. Edwin Markham.</li> - -<li>Twilight Mystery. Madison Cawein.</li> - -<li class="mag"><cite>Harper’s</cite>—</li> - -<li>Presage. Richard Le Gallienne.</li> - -<li>The Festa. George Edward Woodberry.</li> - -<li>Panthea. Richard Le Gallienne.</li> - -<li>The Upland. Henry A. Beers.</li> - -<li>In April. Margaret Lee Ashley.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">65</span></li> - -<li>Waiting. Charles Hanson Towne.</li> - -<li>May is Building Her House. Richard Le Gallienne.</li> - -<li>The Sea Hounds. Dora Sigerson Shorter.</li> - -<li>The Marble House. Ellen M. H. Gates.</li> - -<li>Loss. Jessie B. Rittenhouse.</li> - -<li>An Adieu. Florence Earle Coates.</li> - -<li>The Deep Places. Amelia Josephine Burr.</li> - -<li>The Seer. Alan Sullivan.</li> - -<li>This is Her Garden. Mildred Howells.</li> - -<li>Folk-Song. Louis Untermeyer.</li> - -<li>September Rain. Charles Hanson Towne.</li> - -<li>Heart’s Tide. Ethel M. Hewitt.</li> - -<li>The Wanderer. John Masefield.</li> - -<li>Wind. Fannie Stearns Davis.</li> - -<li>The Mother. Fannie Stearns Davis.</li> - -<li>By the Curb. James Stephens.</li> - -<li>God’s Will. Mildred Howells.</li> - -<li>On a Bright Winter Day. W. D. Howells.</li> - -<li>A Secret. Florence Earle Coates.</li> - -<li>Ghosts. Fannie Stearns Davis.</li> - -<li>Out of It All. Edith M. Thomas.</li> - -<li>Words. Ernest Rhys.</li> - -<li>The Telegram. Thomas Hardy.</li> - -<li>A Winter Reverie. James Stephens.</li> - -<li class="mag"><cite>Scribner’s</cite></li> - -<li>Return. Curtis Hidden Page.</li> - -<li>Old Portraits Revisited. Sarah Cleghorn.</li> - -<li>The Old Remain. Madison Cawein.</li> - -<li>To Lie in the Lew. Margaret Vandegrift.</li> - -<li>The Secret. John Hall Wheelock.</li> - -<li>The Exile. Thomas Nelson Page.</li> - -<li>At Ease on Lethe’s Wharf. Helen Coale Crew.</li> - -<li>Discords. C. A. Price.</li> - -<li>In the Hospital. Arthur Guiterman.</li> - -<li>The Jail. Sarah Cleghorn.</li> - -<li>Song for a Child. Stark Young.</li> - -<li>Here Lies Pierrot. Richard Burton.</li> - -<li>Himself He Cannot Save. M. A. De Wolfe Howe.</li> - -<li>The River. Sara Teasdale.</li> - -<li>Love of Life. Tertius van Dyke.</li> - -<li>Daybreak in the Grand Canyon of Arizona. Henry van Dyke.</li> - -<li>A Threnody. Louis V. Ledoux.</li> - -<li>La Preciosa. Thomas Walsh.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">66</span></li> - -<li>The Song of Love. E. Sutton.</li> - -<li>Sonnet. R. Henniker Heaton.</li> - -<li>No Night There. William Hervey Woods.</li> - -<li>In a Monastery Garden. Marjorie L. C. Pickthall.</li> - -<li>In the Old Pasture. Harriet Prescott Spofford.</li> - -<li>The Ghost. Hermann Hagedorn.</li> - -<li>Gran’ Boule. Henry van Dyke.</li> - -<li>A Likeness. Willa Sibert Cather.</li> - -<li>Sappho. Sara Teasdale.</li> - -<li>The Dead Forerunner. C. W.</li> - -<li>The Grief. Theodosia Garrison.</li> - -<li>The Enchantment. Laurence C. Hodgson.</li> - -<li class="mag"><cite>The Forum</cite>—</li> - -<li>What of the Night? Willard Huntington Wright.</li> - -<li>The Italian Dead March. Shaemas OSheel.</li> - -<li>The Girl Who Went to Ailey. Arthur Stringer.</li> - -<li>Copper Mountain. Edwin D. Schoonmaker.</li> - -<li>The Republic. Madison Cawein.</li> - -<li>The Factory. Harry Kemp.</li> - -<li>Earth’s Deities. Bliss Carman.</li> - -<li>St. John and the Faun. George Edward Woodberry.</li> - -<li>The Ring Fighters. Francis Hill.</li> - -<li>Journey. Edna St. Vincent Millay.</li> - -<li>The Swordless Christ. Percy Adams Hutchison.</li> - -<li>Shipwreck. Hermann Hagedorn.</li> - -<li>The City That Will Not Repent. Nicholas Vachel Lindsay.</li> - -<li>The Old Maid. Sara Teasdale.</li> - -<li>Evening on Brooklyn Bridge. Allan Updegraff.</li> - -<li>Mother-Heart. Anna Spencer Twitchell.</li> - -<li>Departure. John Hall Wheelock.</li> - -<li>A Prayer for Beauty. Witter Bynner.</li> - -<li>School. Percy Mackaye.</li> - -<li>Off Viareggio. Chester Allyn Reed.</li> - -<li>In the Maternity Ward. Florence Earle Coates.</li> - -<li>The Kallyope Yell. Nicholas Vachel Lindsay.</li> - -<li>Birth. Frances Gregg.</li> - -<li>For Those Dear Dead. Elaine Goodale Eastman.</li> - -<li>Crossroads. Louis V. Ledoux.</li> - -<li>Thanksgiving for Our Task. Shaemas OSheel.</li> - -<li>Point Bonita. Witter Bynner.</li> - -<li class="mag"><cite>Lippincott’s</cite>—</li> - -<li>The Common Road. Jane Belfield.</li> - -<li>Quatrain. Charles Wharton Stork.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">67</span></li> - -<li>The True Prophet. Richard Kirk.</li> - -<li>Of Melodies Unheard. Mahlon Leonard Fisher.</li> - -<li>The Neighbor. Marguerite O. B. Wilkinson.</li> - -<li>A New Friend, An Old Friend. Madison Cawein.</li> - -<li>I Heard a Voice. Florence Earle Coates.</li> - -<li>The Inn. Mary Eleanor Roberts.</li> - -<li>Of an Artist. Charles Wharton Stork.</li> - -<li>Rich Man, Poor Man—. Francis Hill.</li> - -<li>The Cry of Man-Heart. J. B. E.</li> - -<li>In Remembrance. Florence Earle Coates.</li> - -<li>Troubadour Song. Frederick H. Martens.</li> - -<li>Discontent. Frederick H. Martens.</li> - -<li>Immutabilis. Mahlon Leonard Fisher.</li> - -<li>Half the World Between Us. Mary Coles Carrington.</li> - -<li>The Jew in America. Felix N. Gerson.</li> - -<li>“Magnas Nugas.” Louise Ayres Garnett.</li> - -<li>The Maid of the Ghetto. Herman Scheffauer.</li> - -<li>The Coming of the King. Susie M. Best.</li> - -<li>The Conqueror. Eleanor Duncan Wood.</li> - -<li class="mag"><cite>The Bellman</cite>—</li> - -<li>Lie Awake Songs. Amelia Josephine Burr.</li> - -<li>Where Dives Lived. Mahlon Leonard Fisher.</li> - -<li>As in the Beginning. M. E. Buhler.</li> - -<li>In Memoriam. Herbert J. Hall.</li> - -<li>Breaking the Road. Lewis Worthington Smith.</li> - -<li>The Fairy Tree. Ethel Barstow Howard.</li> - -<li>Folly. Joyce Kilmer.</li> - -<li>Richard Wagner. Agnes Lee.</li> - -<li>Fra Angelico. Richard Burton.</li> - -<li>In Cool, Green Haunts. Mahlon Leonard Fisher.</li> - -<li>Pompeii at Dusk. Arthur Stringer.</li> - -<li>The Migrant. Theresa V. Beard.</li> - -<li>In the Cornfield. Joseph Warren Beach.</li> - -<li>St. Alexis. Joyce Kilmer.</li> - -<li>The Return. Mahlon Leonard Fisher.</li> - -<li>Mediæval. Florence Earle Coates.</li> - -<li>Children of the Night. Amelia Josephine Burr.</li> - -<li>The Guardian Deeps. Ruth Shepard Phelps.</li> - -<li>The Blind Gypsy. Kenneth Rand.</li> - -<li>The Shadow. Madison Cawein.</li> - -<li>The Speckled Trout. Madison Cawein.</li> - -<li>Petruchio’s Wife. Amelia Josephine Burr.</li> - -<li>November. Mahlon Leonard Fisher.</li> -<li><span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">68</span></li> -<li>Christmas Downtown. Richard Burton.</li> - -<li>After an Ice-Storm. Amelia Josephine Burr.</li> - -<li class="mag"><cite>Smart Set</cite>—</li> - -<li>The Voice of Nemesis. John G. Neihardt.</li> - -<li>The Adventurer. Gordon Johnstone.</li> - -<li>Heartbroken. Harry Kemp.</li> - -<li>A Song. Lisette Woodworth Reese.</li> - -<li>The Outcast. Arthur Stringer.</li> - -<li>The Rack. George Sterling.</li> - -<li>A Ballade of Too Much Beauty. Richard Le Gallienne.</li> - -<li>Lyrics of Spring. Bliss Carman.</li> - -<li>In the Cool of the Evening. Witter Bynner.</li> - -<li>Morning-Glories. John G. Neihardt.</li> - -<li>Two Songs. John Hall Wheelock.</li> - -<li>Syrinx. Bliss Carman.</li> - -<li>The Laboratory. Ludwig Lewisohn.</li> - -<li>Ballade of Youth to Swinburne. Orrick Johns.</li> - -<li>Later. Willard Huntington Wright.</li> - -<li>Songs of Summer. Bliss Carman.</li> - -<li>Au Marigny. Royal Craig.</li> - -<li>Memory. Naomi Lange.</li> - -<li>Woman the Mystical. John Hall Wheelock.</li> - -<li>To a Young Poet Who Killed Himself. Joyce Kilmer.</li> - -<li>Ghosts. Marguerite Mooers Marshall.</li> - -<li>The Sin Eater. Ruth Comfort Mitchell.</li> - -<li>Enough. Sara Teasdale.</li> - -<li>Song. John Hall Wheelock.</li> - -<li>The Harvest Hand. Harry Kemp.</li> - -<li>A Greek Lover of Queen Maeve. Eleanor Rogers Cox.</li> - -<li>Humming Birds. Arthur Stringer.</li> - -<li>Human. Richard Burton.</li> - -<li>The Great Carousal. Louis Untermeyer.</li> - -<li>A Woman of the Streets. Charles Hanson Towne.</li> - -<li>A Ballad to a Friend. Richard Le Gallienne.</li> - -<li>Challenge. Louis Untermeyer.</li> - -<li>A Mountain Gateway. Bliss Carman.</li> - -<li>Violets. D. H. Lawrence.</li> - -<li>Rain in the Night. John Vance Cheney.</li> - -<li>Lest I Learn. Witter Bynner.</li> - -<li>After Parting. Sara Teasdale.</li> - -<li>Kisses in the Train. D. H. Lawrence.</li> - -<li>The Dotage of Duns Scotus. Donn Byrne.</li> - -<li>Desiderium. Richard Le Gallienne.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">69</span></li> - -<li>The Rainbow Chaser. Kenneth Rand.</li> - -<li>The Mowers. D. H. Lawrence.</li> - -<li>In the Market Place. George Sterling.</li> - -<li>Winter. Sara Teasdale.</li> - -<li>The Shadow. Witter Bynner.</li> - -<li>Then and Now. Richard Burton.</li> - -<li>Song Against Women. Willard Huntington Wright.</li> - -<li>Fifty Years Spent. Maxwell Struthers Burt.</li> - -<li>Of Moira Up the Glen. Edward J. O’Brien. -</li> -</ul> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_50" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_BEST_POEMS_CHOSEN_FROM_THE_DISTINCTIVE_LIST">THE “BEST POEMS” CHOSEN FROM THE “DISTINCTIVE” LIST</h2> -</div> - -<ul> -<li>A Likeness. Willa Sibert Cather.</li> - -<li>Ghosts. Marguerite Mooers Marshall.</li> - -<li>November. Mahlon Leonard Fisher.</li> - -<li>Perugia. Amelia Josephine Burr.</li> - -<li>God’s Will. Mildred Howells.</li> - -<li>The Swordless Christ. Percy Adams Hutchison.</li> - -<li>The Field of Glory. Edwin Arlington Robinson.</li> - -<li>Love of Life. Tertius van Dyke.</li> - -<li>Thanksgiving for Our Task. Shaemas OSheel.</li> - -<li>Trees. Joyce Kilmer.</li> - -<li>In the Hospital. Arthur Guiterman.</li> - -<li>Night-Sentries. George Sterling.</li> - -<li>Of Moira Up the Glen. Edward J. O’Brien.</li> - -<li>On the Birth of a Child. Louis Untermeyer.</li> - -<li>Rich Man, Poor Man—. Francis Hill.</li> - -<li>In a Forgotten Burying-Ground. Ruth Guthrie Harding.</li> - -<li>A Mountain Gateway. Bliss Carman.</li> - -<li>Wind. Fannie Stearns Davis.</li> - -<li>What of the Night? Willard Huntington Wright.</li> - -<li>Heart’s Tide. Ethel M. Hewitt.</li> - -<li>May is Building Her House. Richard Le Gallienne.</li> - -<li>An Adieu. Florence Earle Coates.</li> - -<li>A Threnody. Louis V. Ledoux.</li> - -<li>Over the Wintry Threshold. Bliss Carman.</li> - -<li>Waiting. Charles Hanson Towne.</li> - -<li>The Ghost. Hermann Hagedorn.</li> - -<li>School. Percy MacKaye.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">70</span></li> - -<li>Lest I Learn. Witter Bynner.</li> - -<li>Human. Richard Burton.</li> - -<li>Desiderium. Richard Le Gallienne.</li> - -<li>Hymn to Demeter. Louis V. Ledoux.</li> - -<li>Departure. John Hall Wheelock.</li> - -<li>The Sin Eater. Ruth Comfort Mitchell.</li> - -<li>The Kallyope Yell. Nicholas Vachel Lindsay.</li> - -<li>Train-Mates. Witter Bynner.</li> - -<li>The Marvelous Munchausen. William Rose Benét.</li> - -<li>The Old Maid. Sara Teasdale.</li> - -<li>Later. Willard Huntington Wright.</li> - -<li>Sappho. Sara Teasdale.</li> - -<li>To a Child Falling Asleep. Robert Alden Sanborn.</li> - -<li>St. John and the Faun. George Edward Woodberry.</li> - -<li>In April. Margaret Lee Ashley.</li> - -<li>In the Cool of the Evening. Witter Bynner.</li> - -<li>Shipwreck. Hermann Hagedorn.</li> - -<li>Vermont. Sarah N. Cleghorn.</li> - -<li>The Little People. Amelia Josephine Burr.</li> - -<li>Winter. Sara Teasdale.</li> - -<li>The Dotage of Duns Scotus. Donn Byrne.</li> - -<li>Memory. Naomi Lange.</li> - -<li>A Ballad of Too Much Beauty. Richard Le Gallienne.</li> - -<li>Morning Glories. John G. Neihardt.</li> - -<li>The Adventurer. Gordon Johnstone.</li> - -<li>A Secret Florence. Earle Coates.</li> - -<li>Out of It All. Edith M. Thomas.</li> - -<li>Ghosts. Fannie Stearns Davis.</li> - -<li>The Mother. Fannie Stearns Davis.</li> - -<li>My Conscience. James Whitcomb Riley.</li> - -<li>The Festa. George Edward Woodberry.</li> - -<li>Of an Artist. Charles Wharton Stork.</li> - -<li>Of Melodies Unheard. Mahlon Leonard Fisher.</li> - -<li>I Heard a Voice. Florence Earle Coates.</li> - -<li>Along the Road. Robert Browning Hamilton.</li> - -<li>The Double Crowning. Amelia Josephine Burr.</li> - -<li>Deep Water Song. John Reed.</li> - -<li>To Elsa, with a volume of the “Arabian Nights.” Grace Hazard Conkling.</li> - -<li>Song for a Child. Stark Young.</li> - -<li>The River. Sara Teasdale.</li> - -<li>La Preciosa. Thomas Walsh.</li> - -<li>The Song of Love. E. Sutton.</li> - -<li>The Dead Forerunner. <span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">71</span>C. W.</li> - -<li>Here Lies Pierrot. Richard Burton.</li> - -<li>The Girl Who Went to Ailey. Arthur Stringer.</li> - -<li>Mother-Heart. Anna Spencer Twitchell.</li> - -<li>God’s World. Edna St. Vincent Millay.</li> - -<li>Soft Is Spring over Grand Pré. Bliss Carman.</li> - -<li>A Woman of the Streets. Charles Hanson Towne.</li> - -<li>The Republic. Madison Cawein.</li> - -<li>Woman the Mystical. John Hall Wheelock.</li> - -<li>Daybreak in the Grand Cañon of Arizona. Henry van Dyke.</li> - -<li>The Shoes of Happiness. Edwin Markham.</li> - -<li>The Wanderer. John Masefield.</li> - -<li>The Harvest Hand. Harry Kemp.</li> - -<li>The Factory. Harry Kemp.</li> - -<li>Gran’ Boule, a Seaman’s Tale of the Sea. Henry van Dyke.</li> - -<li>The Vision of Gettysburg. Robert Underwood Johnson.</li> - -<li>The Anvil of Souls. William Rose Benét. -</li> -</ul> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_51" class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="TITLES_AND_AUTHORS_OF_ALL_POEMS">TITLES AND AUTHORS OF ALL POEMS -APPEARING IN THE SEVEN MAGAZINES -FOR 1918</h2> - -<h3>CENTURY</h3> - -<ul> -<li class="month"><i>January</i>—</li> - -<li>A Light-Bearer. Marion Couthouy Smith.</li> - -<li>Unmasked. Madison Cawein.</li> - -<li>Sleep. Katharine French.</li> - -<li>Robert Browning. Margaret Widdemer.</li> - -<li>Semele. Grace Denio Litchfield.</li> - -<li class="month"><i>February</i>—</li> - -<li>Will’s Counsellor. Charles Wharton Stork.</li> - -<li>Song of the Open Land. Richard Burton.</li> - -<li>Along the Road. Robert Browning Hamilton.</li> - -<li>A Prayer. Louis Untermeyer.</li> - -<li class="month"><i>March</i>—</li> - -<li>Charms. William Rose Benét.</li> - -<li>Deep Water Song. John Reed.</li> - -<li>Where Am I While I Sleep? Grace Denio Litchfield.</li> - -<li>Not Yet. Katharine Lee Bates.</li> - -<li>The Double Crowning. Amelia J. Burr. -</li> - -<li><span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">72</span></li> - -<li class="month"><i>April</i>—</li> - -<li>The Rear-Guard. Leonard Bacon.</li> - -<li>The Temple of Aphrodite. Alfred Noyes.</li> - -<li>Winter-Sleep. Edith M. Thomas.</li> - -<li>Vermont. Sarah N. Cleghorn.</li> - -<li>The Lingering Snow. Harriet Prescott Spofford.</li> - -<li>The Voice of the Dove. George Sterling. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>May</i>—</li> - -<li>A Last Message. Grace Denio Litchfield.</li> - -<li>To a Scarlet Tanager. Grace Hazard Conkling.</li> - -<li>To the Experimenters. Charles Badger Clark, Jr.</li> - -<li>The Young Heart in Age. Edith M. Thomas.</li> - -<li>The Wine of Night. Louis Untermeyer. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>June</i>—</li> - -<li>Off Capri. Sara Teasdale.</li> - -<li>At the Closed Gate of Justice. James D. Corrothers.</li> - -<li>To Alfred Noyes. Edwin Markham.</li> - -<li>Finis. William H. Hayne.</li> - -<li>Invulnerable. William Rose Benét. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>July</i>—</li> - -<li>My Conscience. James Whitcomb Riley.</li> - -<li>House-without-Roof. Edith M. Thomas.</li> - -<li>Sierra Madre. Henry van Dyke.</li> - -<li>Prayers for the Living. Mary W. Plummer.</li> - -<li>The Little People. Amelia Josephine Burr.</li> - -<li>Beauty in Eden. Alfred Noyes.</li> - -<li>The High Tide at Gettysburg. Will H. Thompson.</li> - -<li>For a Blank Page. Austin Dobson.</li> - -<li>Maurice Maeterlinck. Stephen Phillips. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>August</i>—</li> - -<li>A Double Star. Leroy Titus Weeks.</li> - -<li>A Message from Italy. Margaret Widdemer.</li> - -<li>The Marvelous Munchausen. William Rose Benét.</li> - -<li>Wingèd Victory. Victor Whitlock.</li> - -<li>To a Royal Mummy. Anna Glen Stoddard. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>September</i>—</li> - -<li>The Gentle Reader. Arthur Davison Ficke.</li> - -<li>Submarine Mountains. Cale Young Rice.</li> - -<li>The Last Faun. Helen Minturn Seymour.</li> - -<li>Ritual. William Rose Benét. -</li> - -<li><span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">73</span></li> - -<li class="month"><i>October</i>—</li> - -<li>The Beggar. James W. Foley.</li> - -<li>Emergency. William Rose Benét.</li> - -<li>The Mother. Timothy Cole. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>November</i>—</li> - -<li>Perugia. Amelia Josephine Burr.</li> - -<li>To Elsa. Grace Hazard Conkling.</li> - -<li>Ex Oriente. R. H. Titherington. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>December</i>—</li> - -<li>The Carpenter’s Son. Sara Teasdale.</li> - -<li>Sarvachraddên. Leonard Bacon.</li> - -<li>Silence and Night. Ednah Proctor Clarke.</li> - -<li>The Shoes of Happiness. Edwin Markham.</li> - -<li>Twilight Mystery. Madison Cawein. -</li> -</ul> - -<h3>HARPER’S</h3> - -<ul> -<li class="month"><i>January</i>—</li> - -<li>Presage. Richard Le Gallienne.</li> - -<li>At Evening. B. MacArthur.</li> - -<li>Transients. Theodosia Garrison. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>February</i>—</li> - -<li>Moonshine. George Harris, Jr.</li> - -<li>The Festa. G. E. Woodberry.</li> - -<li>Night-Sentries. George Sterling.</li> - -<li>Ruth. Samuel McCoy. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>March</i>—</li> - -<li>Panthea. Richard Le Gallienne.</li> - -<li>The Upland. Henry A. Beers.</li> - -<li>Transit. Anna McClure Sholl.</li> - -<li>Sunrise in New York. Alan Sullivan.</li> - -<li>In the Night-Watches. James B. Kenyon.</li> - -<li>Pine-trees. Jennie Coker Lea. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>April</i>—</li> - -<li>“Sweet, When Life Is Done.” Anne Bunner.</li> - -<li>Immensity. Harriet Prescott Spofford.</li> - -<li>A Folk-Song. Margaret Widdemer.</li> - -<li>In April. Margaret Lee Ashley.</li> - -<li>Waiting. Charles Hanson Towne. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>May</i>—</li> - -<li>The Dreamers. Theodosia Garrison.</li> - -<li>The Common Lot. Lisette Woodworth Reese.</li> - -<li>May is Building Her House. Richard Le Gallienne. -</li> - -<li><span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">74</span></li> - -<li class="month"><i>June</i>—</li> - -<li>The Sea Hounds. Dora Sigerson Shorter.</li> - -<li>The Marble House. Ellen M. H. Gates.</li> - -<li>The Old House. Ethel Augusta Cook.</li> - -<li>Loss. Jessie B. Rittenhouse. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>July</i>—</li> - -<li>In a Rose Garden. Amory Hare Cook.</li> - -<li>An Adieu. Florence Earle Coates.</li> - -<li>The Deep Places. Amelia Josephine Burr.</li> - -<li>With the Daisies. James Stephens.</li> - -<li>The Seer. Alan Sullivan. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>August</i>—</li> - -<li>This Is Her Garden. Mildred Howells.</li> - -<li>Day and Night. James Stephens.</li> - -<li>When. Ellen M. H. Gates.</li> - -<li>Folk-Song. Louis Untermeyer.</li> - -<li>Summer in the City. Charles Hanson Towne. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>September</i>—</li> - -<li>The Voice. Albert Bigelow Paine.</li> - -<li>September Rain. Charles Hanson Towne.</li> - -<li>Heart’s Tide. Ethel M. Hewitt.</li> - -<li>The Wanderer. John Masefield.</li> - -<li>Wind. Fannie Stearns Davis.</li> - -<li>Chanson à Danser. Louise Morgan Sill. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>October</i>—</li> - -<li>The First Year. Ellen M. H. Gates.</li> - -<li>The Mother. Fannie Stearns Davis.</li> - -<li>By the Curb. James Stephens.</li> - -<li>God’s Will. Mildred Howells. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>November</i>—</li> - -<li>To the Cuckoo. Henrietta Anne Huxley.</li> - -<li>On a Bright Winter Day. W. D. Howells.</li> - -<li>Flower of Life. Charlotte Wilson.</li> - -<li>A Secret. Florence Earle Coates.</li> - -<li>Ghosts. Fannie Stearns Davis.</li> - -<li>All Souls. Edith M. Thomas. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>December</i>—</li> - -<li>Out of It All. Edith M. Thomas.</li> - -<li>The Voice. Louise Morgan Sill.</li> - -<li>Words. Ernest Rhys.</li> - -<li>Understanding. Anna Alice Chapin.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">75</span></li> - -<li>The Telegram. Thomas Hardy.</li> - -<li>A Winter Reverie. James Stephens. -</li> -</ul> - -<h3>SCRIBNER’S</h3> - -<ul> -<li class="month"><i>January</i>—</li> - -<li>Awakening. Julia C. R. Dorr.</li> - -<li>Forget Me Not. Oliver Herford.</li> - -<li>On Her Saint’s Day. E. Sutton.</li> - -<li>Return. Curtis Hidden Page. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>February</i>—</li> - -<li>The Hour When Love Repays. Ann Devoore. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>March</i>—</li> - -<li>The Rocket. Louise Saunders Perkins.</li> - -<li>Old Portraits Revisited. Sarah N. Cleghorn.</li> - -<li>Winter Flowers. Ruth Draper.</li> - -<li>The Old Remain. Madison Cawein. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>April</i>—</li> - -<li>“To Lie in the Lew.” Margaret Vandegrift</li> - -<li>The Shadowy City Looms. Lloyd Mifflin.</li> - -<li>Petronius Arbiter. James B. Kenyon.</li> - -<li>In the Heart of the Swamp. William Hamilton Hayne. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>May</i>—</li> - -<li>Song. Julia C. R. Dorr.</li> - -<li>The Secret. John Hall Wheelock.</li> - -<li>The Exile. Thomas Nelson Page. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>June</i>—</li> - -<li>“At Ease on Lethe Wharf.” Helen Coale Crewe.</li> - -<li>Discords. C. A. Price.</li> - -<li>The Catch. John Kendrick Bangs. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>July</i>—</li> - -<li>In the Hospital. Arthur Guiterman.</li> - -<li>The Jail. Sarah N. Cleghorn.</li> - -<li>Song for a Child. Stark Young. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>August</i>—</li> - -<li>Here Lies Pierrot. Richard Burton.</li> - -<li>“Himself He Cannot Save.” M. A. DeWolfe Howe.</li> - -<li>The River. Sara Teasdale.</li> - -<li>Love of Life. Tertius van Dyke.</li> - -<li>The Hill-Born. Maxwell Struthers Burt. -</li> - -<li><span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">76</span></li> - -<li class="month"><i>September</i>—</li> - -<li>Daybreak in the Grand Canyon of Arizona. Henry van Dyke.</li> - -<li>A Threnody. Louis V. Ledoux.</li> - -<li>“The Rest Is Silence.” William H. Hayne.</li> - -<li>La Preciosa. Thomas Walsh.</li> - -<li>The Song of Love. E. Sutton.</li> - -<li>Sonnet R. Henniker Heaton. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>October</i>—</li> - -<li>No Night There. William Hervey Woods.</li> - -<li>The Choice. Julia C. R. Dorr. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>November</i>—</li> - -<li>In a Monastery Garden. Marjorie L. C. Pickthall.</li> - -<li>In the Old Pasture. Harriet Prescott Spofford.</li> - -<li>The Ghost. Hermann Hagedorn. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>December</i>—</li> - -<li>“Gran’ Boule.” Henry van Dyke.</li> - -<li>The Minster Statue on Christmas Eve. Benjamin R. C. Low.</li> - -<li>A Likeness. Willa Sibert Cather.</li> - -<li>Sappho. Sara Teasdale.</li> - -<li>The Way to Inde. L. Brooke.</li> - -<li>The Dead Forerunner. C. W.</li> - -<li>The Grief. Theodosia Garrison.</li> - -<li>Enchantment. Laurence C. Hodgson. -</li> -</ul> - -<h3>THE FORUM</h3> - -<ul> -<li class="month"><i>January</i>—</li> - -<li>What of the Night? Willard Huntington Wright.</li> - -<li>“Feuerzauber.” Louis Untermeyer.</li> - -<li>Two Poems. Herbert Kaufman.</li> - -<li>The Italian Dead March. Shaemas OSheel. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>February</i>—</li> - -<li>The Girl Who Went to Ailey. Arthur Stringer.</li> - -<li>Copper Mountain. Edwin Davies Schoonmaker.</li> - -<li>Sea-Child. Hildegarde Hawthorne.</li> - -<li>Love’s Constancy. Charles L. Buchanan. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>March</i>—</li> - -<li>The Republic. Madison Cawein.</li> - -<li>Where is David, The Next King of Israel? Nicholas Vachel Lindsay.</li> - -<li>The Factory. Harry Kemp. -</li> - -<li><span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">77</span></li> - -<li class="month"><i>April</i>—</li> - -<li>Earth Deities. Bliss Carman.</li> - -<li>Mary. Victor Starbuck.</li> - -<li>St. John and the Faun. G. E. Woodberry. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>May</i>—</li> - -<li>Tiger. Witter Bynner.</li> - -<li>The Common Road. Martin Schütze.</li> - -<li>The Ring Fighters. Francis Hill.</li> - -<li>Journey. Edna St. Vincent Millay. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>June</i>—</li> - -<li>The Swordless Christ. Percy Adams Hutchison.</li> - -<li>The Rivals. Scudder Middleton.</li> - -<li>Shipwreck. Hermann Hagedorn. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>July</i>—</li> - -<li>God’s World. Edna St. Vincent Millay.</li> - -<li>The City That Will Not Repent. Nicholas Vachel Lindsay.</li> - -<li>The Old Maid. Sara Teasdale. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>August</i>—</li> - -<li>Moods at May-Dawn. John Helston.</li> - -<li>Poems. Allan Updegraff.</li> - -<li>Song Primitive. Francis Hill.</li> - -<li>Mother-Heart. Anna Spencer Twitchell. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>September</i>—</li> - -<li>The Voice of the Lord. E. D. Schoonmaker.</li> - -<li>Reverie. Zoë Akins.</li> - -<li>Departure. John Hall Wheelock.</li> - -<li>A Prayer for Beauty. Witter Bynner.</li> - -<li>A City Morning. Edith Wyatt.</li> - -<li>Out from Lynn. Lewis Worthington Smith. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>October</i>—</li> - -<li>School. Percy MacKaye.</li> - -<li>Prithee, Strive Not. Harry Kemp.</li> - -<li>Off Viareggio. Chester Allyn Reed.</li> - -<li>In the Maternity Ward. Florence Earle Coates.</li> - -<li>The Poet of the Slums. Frank E. Hill. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>November</i>—</li> - -<li>The Kallyope Yell. Nicholas Vachel Lindsay.</li> - -<li>Birth. Frances Gregg.</li> - -<li>For Those Dear Dead. Elaine Goodale Eastman.</li> - -<li>Crossroads. Louis V. Ledoux. -</li> - -<li><span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">78</span></li> - -<li class="month"><i>December</i>—</li> - -<li>Thanksgiving for Our Task. Shaemas OSheel.</li> - -<li>Pont Royal. Joseph Warren Beach.</li> - -<li>Whispers. Lyman Bryson.</li> - -<li>Point Bonita. Witter Bynner.</li> - -<li>To An Old Friend. Arthur Davison Ficke.</li> - -<li>The Dead Soul. Beatrice Redpath. -</li> -</ul> - -<h3>LIPPINCOTT’S</h3> - -<ul> -<li class="month"><i>February</i>—</li> - -<li>The Common Road. Jane Belfield.</li> - -<li>Quatrain. Charles Wharton Stork.</li> - -<li>The Blind. Faith Baldwin.</li> - -<li>Dreams. Arthur Wallace Peach.</li> - -<li>Life. Harold Susman. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>March</i>—</li> - -<li>“If a Lad Love a Lass.” Arthur Wallace Peach.</li> - -<li>The True Prophet. Richard Kirk.</li> - -<li>Of Melodies Unheard. Mahlon Leonard Fisher.</li> - -<li>Rapture. George Platt Waller, Jr.</li> - -<li>The Neighbor. Marguerite O. B. Wilkinson.</li> - -<li>Lines for a Sun-Dial. Harvey M. Watts. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>April</i>—</li> - -<li>The Smaller Voice. Richard Kirk.</li> - -<li>A New Friend, An Old Friend. Madison Cawein.</li> - -<li>The Oak That Fell This Morning. Jane Belfield.</li> - -<li>Bestowal. J. B. E.</li> - -<li>I Heard a Voice. Florence Earle Coates.</li> - -<li>I Wonder Is There Laughter? Ethel M. Colson.</li> - -<li>The Old House. Marie V. Caruthers. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>May</i>—</li> - -<li>The Seasons of the Heart. Edward Wilbur Mason.</li> - -<li>A Birthday. William Stanley Braithwaite.</li> - -<li>The Inn. Mary Eleanor Roberts.</li> - -<li>Of An Artist. Charles Wharton Stork. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>June</i>—</li> - -<li>June. Charles Hanson Towne.</li> - -<li>Rich Man, Poor Man—. Francis Hill.</li> - -<li>The Cry of Man-Heart. J. B. E.</li> - -<li>The Cherished. Arthur Wallace Peach.</li> - -<li>Solitude. J. J. O’Connell. -</li> - -<li><span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">79</span></li> - -<li class="month"><i>July</i>—</li> - -<li>Gettysburg. H. Percival Allen.</li> - -<li>In Remembrance. Florence Earle Coates.</li> - -<li>Symbols. Arthur Wallace Peach.</li> - -<li>Sympathy. Ella Sollenberger.</li> - -<li>If You Knew—. Ethel Hallett Porter.</li> - -<li>Troubadour Song. Frederick H. Martens.</li> - -<li>At Dawn. Grace E. Mott. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>August</i>—</li> - -<li>Discontent. Frederick H. Martens.</li> - -<li>Immutabilis. Mahlon Leonard Fisher.</li> - -<li>In Exile. James B. Kenyon.</li> - -<li>An Idyl. Carolyn Wells.</li> - -<li>Half the World Between Us. Mary Coles Carrington.</li> - -<li>The Jew in America. Felix N. Gerson.</li> - -<li>The Cosmic Thrall. Jane Belfield.</li> - -<li>Doubt. Margaret Louise Loudon. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>September</i>—</li> - -<li>The Poet to His Love. Norma Bright Carson.</li> - -<li>Mother-of-Pearl. Mary Eleanor Roberts.</li> - -<li>Supreme Moments. Charles Hanson Towne.</li> - -<li>Ripples. Thomas Grant Springer.</li> - -<li>Return. Nancy Byrd Turner. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>October</i>—</li> - -<li>Benedicite. W. J. Lampton.</li> - -<li>The Hour. Sara Teasdale.</li> - -<li>Heritage. Ella Morrow Sollenberger.</li> - -<li>Your Way and Mine. Richard Kirk.</li> - -<li>Quatrain. Mary Eleanor Roberts. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>November</i>—</li> - -<li>Color Notes. Charles Wharton Stork.</li> - -<li>Unattainable. Reginald Wright Kauffman.</li> - -<li>To Two Bereaved. Richard Kirk.</li> - -<li>A Violin. Clinton Scollard.</li> - -<li>“Magnas Nugas.” Louise Ayres Garnett.</li> - -<li>The Maid of the Ghetto. Herman Scheffauer. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>December</i>—</li> - -<li>The Witch-Moon. Charlotte Wilson.</li> - -<li>Starlight. Ethel Hallett Porter.</li> - -<li>The Coming of the King. Susie M. Best.</li> - -<li>The Conqueror. Eleanor Duncan Wood.</li> - -<li>Christmas Eve. Caroline Giltinan. -</li> -</ul> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">80</span></p> - -<h3>THE BELLMAN</h3> - -<ul> -<li>Cantiga. Thomas Walsh.</li> - -<li>Forbidden Wisdom. Ethel Talbot Scheffauer.</li> - -<li>I That Have Lived. C. T. Ryder.</li> - -<li>Lie Awake Songs. A. J. Burr.</li> - -<li>Tarpaulin Cove. Henry Adams Bellows.</li> - -<li>Where Dives Lived. Mahlon Leonard Fisher.</li> - -<li>Whither Away. Lewis Worthington Smith.</li> - -<li>At the Winter Solstice. M. E. Buhler.</li> - -<li>Ballade of Lent. Arthur Adams.</li> - -<li>As in the Beginning. M. E. Buhler.</li> - -<li>On the Drive. Charles Badger Clark, Jr.</li> - -<li>Two Houses. Agnes Lee.</li> - -<li>In Memoriam. Herbert J. Hall.</li> - -<li>The Night Herder. Charles Badger Clark, Jr.</li> - -<li>Breaking the Road. Lewis Worthington Smith.</li> - -<li>The Fairy Tree. Ethel Barstow Howard.</li> - -<li>Folly. Joyce Kilmer.</li> - -<li>Richard Wagner. Agnes Lee.</li> - -<li>To Sappho Dead. Florence Earle Coates.</li> - -<li>Tintagel. Hamilton Fish Armstrong.</li> - -<li>Fra Angelico. Richard Burton.</li> - -<li>Songs We May Not Sing. Barr Moses.</li> - -<li>Ludwig of Bavaria. Amelia Josephine Burr.</li> - -<li>In Cool, Green Haunts. Mahlon Leonard Fisher.</li> - -<li>Pompeii at Dusk. Arthur Stringer.</li> - -<li>Wind at Night. Ethel Talbot Scheffauer.</li> - -<li>The Migrant. Theresa V. Beard.</li> - -<li>In the Cornfield. Joseph W. Beach.</li> - -<li>Lesbia. Henry Adams Bellows.</li> - -<li>Lie Awake Song. Amelia Josephine Burr.</li> - -<li>St. Alexis. Joyce Kilmer.</li> - -<li>En Rapport. Alice McCray Walther.</li> - -<li>Two Partings. Reginald Wright Kauffman.</li> - -<li>The Return. Mahlon Leonard Fisher.</li> - -<li>Medieval. Florence Earle Coates.</li> - -<li>Vigil. Richard Burton.</li> - -<li>Children of the Night. Amelia J. Burr.</li> - -<li>The Guardian Deeps. Ruth Shepard Phelps.</li> - -<li>Empire. William Rose Benét.</li> - -<li>Phantom Shoal. J. Donald Adams.</li> - -<li>The Blind Gypsy. Kenneth Rand.</li> - -<li>The Shadow. Madison Cawein.</li> - -<li>The Speckled Trout. Madison Cawein.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">81</span></li> - -<li>Stories. Lewis Worthington Smith.</li> - -<li>Petruchio’s Wife. Amelia J. Burr.</li> - -<li>November. Mahlon Leonard Fisher.</li> - -<li>Christmas Downtown. Richard Burton.</li> - -<li>After an Ice-Storm. Amelia J. Burr. -</li> -</ul> - -<h3>THE SMART SET</h3> - -<ul> -<li class="month"><i>January</i>—</li> - -<li>The Voice of Nemesis. John G. Neihardt.</li> - -<li>This White December Morning. Gordon Johnstone.</li> - -<li>Christmas Eve. Florence Wilkinson.</li> - -<li>The Other Side. Guy Templeton.</li> - -<li>When Pierrot Passes. Theodosia Garrison.</li> - -<li>A Ballade of Hope. Brian Bellasis.</li> - -<li>The Land of Dreams-Come-True. Frank Stephens.</li> - -<li>Why? E. Graves Mabie.</li> - -<li>Theory and Practice. Walt Mason.</li> - -<li>I Commute. Mrs. J. L. O’Connell. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>February</i>—</li> - -<li>To My Valentine. Glenn Ward Dresbach.</li> - -<li>The Adventurer. Gordon Johnstone.</li> - -<li>Rain and Sunshine. Charles F. Lummis.</li> - -<li>Mine Utmost Hour. Charles Hanson Towne.</li> - -<li>The Harmony of the Spheres. Blanche Elisabeth Wade.</li> - -<li>Two of a Kind. Eunice Ward.</li> - -<li>The Isle of Truth. John Kendrick Bangs.</li> - -<li>Maiden Lane. Louis Untermeyer.</li> - -<li>Vagabondage. Katherine Williams Sinclair.</li> - -<li>Young Maidens Early Dead. Gertrude Huntington McGiffert. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>March</i>—</li> - -<li>Her Home-Coming. James B. Kenyon.</li> - -<li>The Old Boulevardier. Reginald Wright Kauffman.</li> - -<li>Heartbreak. Harry Kemp.</li> - -<li>A Song. Lisette Woodworth Reese.</li> - -<li>The Mad Sea King. Harrold Skinner.</li> - -<li>Guerdons. Arthur Wallace Peach.</li> - -<li>Gray Hours. Mrs. John Schwartz.</li> - -<li>The Outcast. Arthur Stringer.</li> - -<li>Gipsy Blood. Martha Haskell Clark.</li> - -<li>Les Corbeaux. Philéas Lebesgue. -</li> - -<li><span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">82</span></li> - -<li class="month"><i>April</i>—</li> - -<li>The Rack. George Sterling.</li> - -<li>Tell Me. Edgar Saltus.</li> - -<li>April Song. Willard Huntington Wright.</li> - -<li>A Ballad of Too Much Beauty. Richard Le Gallienne.</li> - -<li>Regrets. H. E. Zimmerman.</li> - -<li>At Dawn You Go. Eleanor Walsh.</li> - -<li>Lyrics of Spring. Bliss Carman.</li> - -<li>Faith. Archibald Sullivan.</li> - -<li>In the Cool of the Evening. Witter Bynner.</li> - -<li>Morning Glories. John G. Neihardt</li> - -<li>Two Songs. John Hall Wheelock.</li> - -<li>Into Arcady. Marsh K. Powers.</li> - -<li>Spring in Japan. Louis Untermeyer. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>May</i>—</li> - -<li>Syrinx. Bliss Carman.</li> - -<li>Challenge. John Hall Wheelock.</li> - -<li>A Spring Afternoon. Louis Untermeyer.</li> - -<li>Union Square. Witter Bynner.</li> - -<li>The Laboratory. Ludwig Lewisohn.</li> - -<li>Ballade of Youth to Swinburne. Orrick Johns.</li> - -<li>“My Country, ’Tis of Thee.” Irvin S. Cobb.</li> - -<li>Broadway. Sara Teasdale.</li> - -<li>Black and White. K. B. Boynton.</li> - -<li>A Cabaret Dancer. Zoë Akins.</li> - -<li>Later. Willard Huntington Wright.</li> - -<li>Etre Poète. Georges Boutelleau. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>June</i>—</li> - -<li>Songs of Summer. Bliss Carman.</li> - -<li>Nocturne. Edward Heyman Pfeiffer.</li> - -<li>Yesterdays. Reginald Wright Kauffman.</li> - -<li>A Ballad of Saint Vitus. George Sylvester Viereck.</li> - -<li>Au Marigny. Royal Craig.</li> - -<li>Memory. Naomi Lange.</li> - -<li>Woman the Mystical. John Hall Wheelock.</li> - -<li>The Chill of Death. Paul Scott Mowrer.</li> - -<li>Carnival Night. Philip Markhall.</li> - -<li>Drought. Lisette Woodworth Reese.</li> - -<li>To a Young Poet Who Killed Himself. Joyce Kilmer.</li> - -<li>“Lilith.” Louis Untermeyer.</li> - -<li>Prayer. Sara Teasdale.</li> - -<li>Ghosts. Marguerite Mooers Marshall. -</li> - -<li><span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">83</span></li> - -<li class="month"><i>July</i>—</li> - -<li>The Sin Eater. Ruth Comfort Mitchell.</li> - -<li>Servant Girl and Grocer’s Boy. Joyce Kilmer.</li> - -<li>Enough. Sara Teasdale.</li> - -<li>Thanks. Louis Untermeyer.</li> - -<li>Song. John Hall Wheelock.</li> - -<li>The Harvest Hand. Harry Kemp.</li> - -<li>Lyric. Gerald Dinwiddie.</li> - -<li>Daphne. Bliss Carman.</li> - -<li>The Monks at Choir Time. Florence Wilkinson.</li> - -<li>The Poor Little Lady. Allan Updegraff.</li> - -<li>The Summons. Reginald Wright Kauffman.</li> - -<li>A Greek Lover of Queen Maeve. Eleanor Rogers Cox.</li> - -<li>A Desert Song. Clinton Scollard.</li> - -<li>Bachelors. René Laidlaw.</li> - -<li>The Happy Man. Jane Almard.</li> - -<li>Humming Birds. Arthur Stringer.</li> - -<li>Romance. Arthur Ketchum. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>August</i>—</li> - -<li>The Master Mariner. George Sterling.</li> - -<li>The Song of the Wheat. C. L. Marsh.</li> - -<li>Human. Richard Burton.</li> - -<li>Home-Coming. Norreys Jephson O’Conor.</li> - -<li>Breath. Witter Bynner.</li> - -<li>The Bartender. Joyce Kilmer.</li> - -<li>The Great Carousal. Louis Untermeyer.</li> - -<li>The Wine Press. Theodore Lynch FitzSimons.</li> - -<li>Without Inconstancy. Harry Kemp.</li> - -<li>Sea Longing. Sara Teasdale.</li> - -<li>The Crickets. Henry Eastman Lower.</li> - -<li>Serenade. J. W. Wood.</li> - -<li>L’Ame des Choses. Florian-Parmentier.</li> - -<li>Wail of a Waitress. Ethel M. Kelley. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>September</i>—</li> - -<li>Poems. Ezra Pound.</li> - -<li>Heart of the World. Maxwell Struthers Burt.</li> - -<li>The Three Hermits. William Butler Yeats.</li> - -<li>A Woman of the Streets. Charles Hanson Towne.</li> - -<li>A Ballad to a Friend. Richard Le Gallienne.</li> - -<li>Challenge. Louis Untermeyer.</li> - -<li>A Mountain Gateway. Bliss Carman.</li> - -<li>Fellow Travelers. Achmed Abdullah.</li> - -<li>The Close. C. Hilton-Turvey.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_84">84</span></li> - -<li>The Stage Entrance. Frederick Lovelace Macon.</li> - -<li>The Shadow of Aspiration. Robert Haven Schauffler.</li> - -<li>A Day. Arthur Wallace Peach.</li> - -<li>Violets. D. H. Lawrence.</li> - -<li>An Old House. Samuel McCoy.</li> - -<li>Naples. Charmy.</li> - -<li>Rain i’ the Night. John Vance Cheney.</li> - -<li>Lest I Learn. Witter Bynner. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>October</i>—</li> - -<li>After Parting. Sara Teasdale.</li> - -<li>October. Bliss Carman.</li> - -<li>Kisses in the Train. D. H. Lawrence.</li> - -<li>To Certain Poets. Joyce Kilmer.</li> - -<li>“Phasellus Ille.” Ezra Pound.</li> - -<li>The Dotage of Duns Scotus. Donn Byrne.</li> - -<li>Desiderium. Richard Le Gallienne.</li> - -<li>Love. Skipwith Cannell.</li> - -<li>The Rainbow Chaser. Kenneth Rand. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>November</i>—</li> - -<li>The Mowers. D. H. Lawrence.</li> - -<li>At Dayfall in the Streets of Samarcand. Clinton Scollard.</li> - -<li>In the Market Place. George Sterling.</li> - -<li>The Enemy. Louisa Fletcher Tarkington.</li> - -<li>Autumnal. Madison Cawein.</li> - -<li>A Dead One. Witter Bynner.</li> - -<li>Portrait d’Une Femme. Ezra Pound.</li> - -<li>Poppies. W. G. Tinckom-Fernandez.</li> - -<li>The Victor. Louis Untermeyer.</li> - -<li>Winter. Sara Teasdale.</li> - -<li>Fairy Gold. Richard Le Gallienne.</li> - -<li>Dedication. Willard Huntington Wright.</li> - -<li>The Ballet. K. B. Boynton. -</li> - -<li class="month"><i>December</i>—</li> - -<li>Dance of the Sunbeams. Bliss Carman.</li> - -<li>The Shadow. Witter Bynner.</li> - -<li>Zenia. Ezra Pound.</li> - -<li>Then and Now. Richard Burton.</li> - -<li>Song against Women. Willard Huntington Wright.</li> - -<li>Song. K. B. Boynton.</li> - -<li>Fifty Years Spent. Maxwell Struthers Burt.</li> - -<li>Of Moira Up the Glen. Edward J. O’Brien.</li> - -<li>The Last Monster. George Sterling. -</li> -</ul> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div id="chap_52" class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">85</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="INDEX_OF_FIRST_LINES">INDEX OF FIRST LINES</h2> -</div> - -<table id="index" summary="Index of first lines"> -<tr class="small"> - <td> </td> - <td class="tdr" colspan="2">PAGE</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">Aye, down the years, behold, he rides.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Percy Adams Hutchison</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_43">54</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">Because on the branch that is tapping my pane.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Arthur Guiterman</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_10">7</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">Did you choose the journey, friend?</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Ruth Sterry</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_47">62</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">Distant as a dream’s flight.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>John G. Neihardt</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_18">17</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">Eternal in the brooding of the old Norwegian spruces.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Ruth Guthrie Harding</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_6">4</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">Ever as sinks the day on sea or land.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>George Sterling</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_42">52</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">Face in the tomb, that lies so still.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Richard Le Gallienne</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_26">22</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">For the sake of a weathered gray city set high on a hill.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Amelia J. Burr</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_30">25</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">God meant me to be hungry.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Mildred Howells</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_12">8</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">Hark ye! Hush ye! Margot’s dead.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Ruth Comfort Mitchell</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_41">50</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">Hark you such sound as quivers? Kings will hear.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Mahlon Leonard Fisher</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_46">61</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">How an image of paint and wood.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Agnes Lee</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_15">12</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">I know a vale where I would go one day.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Bliss Carman</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_29">24</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">I saw her in a Broadway car.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Sara Teasdale</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_21">19</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">I think that I shall never see.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Joyce Kilmer</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_9">7</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">I thought I had forgotten you.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Ethel M. Hewitt</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_24">21</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">I thought my heart would break.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Charles Hanson Towne</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_25">22</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">I went to the place where my youth took birth.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Willard Huntington Wright</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_20">18</a><span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">86</span></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">If I am slow forgetting.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Margaret Lee Ashley</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_4">3</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">In every line a supple beauty.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Willa Sibert Cather</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_38">46</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">It’s little that I’d care for the glories of Ireland.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Edward J. O’Brien</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_17">16</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">Lest I learn, with clearer sight.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Witter Bynner</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_19">18</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">Lo—to the battle-ground of Life.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Louis Untermeyer</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_13">9</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">Love you not the tall trees spreading wide their branches.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Tertius van Dyke</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_11">8</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">May is building her house. With apple blooms.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Richard Le Gallienne</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_5">3</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">Midnight, and in the darkness not a sound.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Sara Teasdale</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_16">13</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">O blest Imagination.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>George Edward Woodberry</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_32">28</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">Oh, joy that burns in Denver tavern.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Francis Hill</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_40">49</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">Old Hezekiah leaned hard on his hoe.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Percy MacKaye</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_33">30</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">One whom I loved and never can forget.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Hermann Hagedorn</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_28">23</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">Outside hove Shasta, snowy height on height.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Witter Bynner</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_35">38</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">Over the dim edge of sleep I lean.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Robert Alden Sanborn</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_14">9</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">Over the wintry threshold.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Bliss Carman</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_3">2</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">Proud men.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Nicholas Vachel Lindsay</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_36">39</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">Sicilian Muse! O thou who sittest dumb.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Louis V. Ledoux</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_45">57</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">Sorrow, quit me for a while.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Florence Earle Coates</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_23">20</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">The moon’s ashine; by many a lane.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Richard Burton</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_48">62</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">The sickle is dulled of the reaping and the threshing-floor is bare.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Shaemas OSheel</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_37">43</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">The snug little room with its brazier fire aglow.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>William Rose Benét</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_34">34</a><span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">87</span></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">The twilight is starred.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>John Hall Wheelock</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_22">20</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">The Wind bows down the poplar trees.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Fannie Stearns Davis</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_7">5</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">They call you cold New England.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Marguerite Mooers Marshall</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_31">27</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">War shook the land where Levi dwelt.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Edwin Arlington Robinson</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_39">48</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">Weave the dance, and raise again the sacred chorus.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Louis V. Ledoux</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_2">1</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">Weighed down by grief, o’erborne by deep despair.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Richard Burton</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_27">23</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">What of the night?</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Willard Huntington Wright</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_44">55</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl" colspan="2">With rod and line I took my way.</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdr author" colspan="2"><i>Madison Cawein</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#chap_8">5</a></td> -</tr> -</table> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="transnote"> -<h2 class="nobreak p1" id="Transcribers_Notes">Transcriber’s Notes</h2> - -<p>Punctuation, hyphenation, and spelling variations were were not -changed.</p> - -<p>Simple typographical errors were corrected.</p> - -<p>Poems are shown here as they appeared in the original book. 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