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+ You give me love. + But I would have the sweet content, + And you? + Would you have love? + + + + +WHEN I REMEMBER + + + You never come and speak to me when I am glad, + But only if the flowers in my garden droop with rain, + And when the sunlight runs away from skies gone mad, + Then I am hushed, and hear your voice again. + Although I light my lamp and bar the door, + I feel your presence crowding, more and more, + Until I crouch among the shadows on the floor, + And watch my memories dance their dance of pain. + + + + +THE WAYFARER + + + Only the wind from the Seven Hills + Can mate with the heart of me, + And the mist, adrift on the cliffs at night, + That blows from the dusky sea. + + Only the song of the flying stars + Can reach to my muted soul, + And speed my feet on the wild, free track + That swings from Pole to Pole. + + I spell my lore from the sand of dreams, + I sleep by eternal meres, + My stirrup-cup is the kiss of dawn, + My hearth is the boundless spheres. + + + + +PIERROT + + + Pierrot came and watched me + Sewing on my seam, + And handed me gay, silken threads, + Broken from a dream. + + He helped me trim the lantern + That hangs beside my door, + And brought me petaled thoughts + To sprinkle on the floor. + + He picked a rose and left me, + In the shadowed light, + But I found the gate ajar, + Swinging in the night. + + Then I ran and gathered stars, + From the hollows of the sea, + And pinned them on my breast-- + Pierrot called to me. + + + + +TO LY-Y-HANE + +_Chinese Poetess, 12th Century A. D._[1] + + + Once I heard a singing wind, + Across a still lagoon, + I thought a thousand bells of jade + Were swinging in the moon. + + And once, I felt soft petals + Fall from a flowering quince, + And trembled when I half divined + Your song, that died long since. + + Above the dread and somber beat + Of mighty, dragon wings, + Perhaps my quiet heart will hear + Your lute of silver strings. + +[1] + +_LY-Y-HANE_ + +LY-Y-HANE _lived during the Song Dynasty, in the 12th century of our +era. She is admired, not only as a clever and graceful composer of +verses, but as a superior intellect and a true scholar, accustomed to +all the minutiae and intricacies of the art of poetry._ + +_The incurable wound of her heart, bleeding in solitude, is practically +the only subject with which she deals._ + +_As far as can be known, the love that devours this Chinese Sappho is +ignored by him who inspires it._ + +_One might say she was a flower become enamoured of a bird. The +changing seasons are the only events, the objects that adorn her home +the only evidences of a life consecrated to the expression of a single +sentiment._ + +_She lived entombed with her suffering, hoping never to be deprived of +it or cured, and she named in advance the volume that posterity would +perhaps collect of all her scattered verses: “The Debris of My Heart.”_ + +From _The Book of Jade_. (Translated by James Whittall.) + + + + +WIND OF THE SEA + + + The Wind of the Sea is my turbulent lover, + When he gathers me close and kisses my face, + I rise to the zenith, there to discover + Peace, in surrender to his fierce embrace; + He holds me and folds me in whirlpools of light, + Then lulls me to sleep, in his arms, with the night. + + + + +PERHAPS + + + It must be hard to be the Moon, + And weary of the sky; + Although I weary of my path, + Someday I can die, + But then perhaps I’ll trail with her, + And weary of the sky! + + + + +IN THE STREET OF PAINTED FLOWERS + + + When will the whirl of this wheel be done? + Does the Spinner dream, and my shroud unspun? + I am spent with the lust of greedy nights, + The fitful flame, and greying lights + Masking joy, in this devil’s dance, + That has tripped my feet on the road of Chance. + My song is hushed, and once it sped, + As water ripples the river’s bed, + Through laughing days in the gay bazars, + And freed my soul beneath the stars. + Now I am bought, as then I was sold, + But Allah witness, this is not gold, + But tinsel coin, that eats my heart, + And sets me aside, a thing apart. + Does Heaven sleep, that it lets me be, + And blinds my eyes, that I may not see + The sun, that came to kiss my cheek + When I stepped from my tent to the waiting Sheik? + I am sick for the sound of camels’ feet + Padding their way through the languid heat, + The scent of cool on the evening air, + And the grip of the muezzin’s call to prayer. + In those desert nights, where the shadows clung + To the blowing sand, that swirled and stung, + When my lord bent down and I knew his lips, + I was fulfilled to my finger tips. + Then, I was slave to a king, at least, + Now, I am slave to a furtive beast. + Did Allah mock, when he stilled my breath, + Then called me back from the paths of death, + To dance to the tune of reeling spheres, + With only a dream to bridge the years? + Ash is the flame of my painted shell, + I have no heart save the desert’s spell, + Mine is the fugitive soul of a slave, + And I would go back to my sand-swept grave. + + + + +MYSTERY + + + I bear on my breast the touch and sign + Of God and His oriflamme, + But only the somber eyes of Death + Can tell me who I am. + + + + +WATCH-FIRES + + + I care not if the touch of Time + Destroys the outer garment of my heart, + For deep within, steadfast, a living fire, + Love burns, and guards your shrine apart. + + I care not if Death’s borders hold + A splendid peace, deep as an unshoaled sea, + I count peace only in the quiet joy + That comes, when you are glad with me. + + I care not if the ruthless years + Shadow my soul, in passing on their flight, + If, through the devastating dark, I know + Your love, a tidal-wave of light. + + + + +TOKENS + + + I built a little fire yesterday at dusk, + To burn the gifts of all my broken years, + And at the last I tossed upon the flames, + The crystalled drops, that once were falling tears. + + When morning came, I gathered all the ashes up, + Then swept my hearth, to make it clean again, + And found, within a crevice of the stones, + A jewel, that I knew had once been pain. + + + + +CAMEO + + + A little room, a dream-lit hearth, + Rosemary in a bowl of jade; + Budding orchard, thrush’s song, + A golden morning, dappled shade. + + A steel-blue sea, the wind’s high will, + A red sun dropping down the sky, + Purple shadows on the dunes, + Upon the road, just you and I. + + + + +BLUE FLAMES AND FLOWERS + + + Blue flames, shining in my heart-- + Twice lovely stars, + Dear lips, folded close with mine, + Sweet as scented jars, + + If a myriad scarlet flowers, + In a jasper bowl, + Distilled to leaping fires, + Could weld us soul to soul, + + I would go across the heavens, + After night had gone, + And gather for you dreams, + In the gardens of the dawn. + + + + +THE LAW + + + Out of the dark of a night of rain, + Day has flowered to light again; + And from the silence the ages long, + Has come the joy of a wood-bird’s song. + + Broken souls in a barren vale, + Created the need for a Holy Grail; + And blasphemous sin painted for me, + The pale, red bloom of the Judas tree. + + The costly price of hallowed tears + Has sown the wastes through countless years; + And over a crimson, riven sod + Lies a clear, white road that leads to God. + + + + +MIRACLE + + + It is so long ago I lived, + Holding back the hours + That sped through days of golden light, + And brought me laughing showers. + It is so long ago I died + To shut my heart from pain, + And yet, you reach your hands to me, + And bid me love again. + + + + +VALUES + + + I hear you crying for the Moon, + When she drifts proudly by, + And see you reaching for the wealth, + She scatters in the sky. + + While I crave only strands of gold + That fringe your melody, + And moon-flowers growing in my heart, + When you are kind to me. + + + + +FAME + + + I lay on the edge of desert sands, + And watched It dance; + Mirage was painted before my eyes, + With brush of chance. + + I followed the track of the Phantom + Down to the sea, + And found that only a chill, spent wind + Had called to me. + + + + +RAINBOW + + + There was a house of many rooms, + Windows and walls and doors, + Where shadows etched the ceilings, + And crept across the floors. + + There sunlight only flickered, + And seemed a wanton ghost + Lavishing an empty feast, + Upon a motley host. + + When I left that changeling home, + I hid my ragged scars, + Then bound my heart with singing days, + And night-time climbed the stars. + + + + +GLASS BEADS + + + I was a mendicant, begging my bread + From pilgrims shouting the dawn, + And they gave me thorns that tore my robe, + And took my prayers in pawn. + + But now, outside the Temple door, + I stand and let them pass; + While I watch for the sun on the Eastern hills, + They fumble beads of glass. + + + + +WILLOWS + + + When I loitered on the paths + Of gay and vivid hours, + My songs all ran away and hid, + And seemed afraid of flowers. + + But in among the shadows, + Beneath the willow tree, + All my little unsung songs + Come singing back to me. + + + + +THE DEAD LOVER + + + You say I am dead, that my being + Has passed with intangible dreams; + You hold me a shadow of shadows, + One moat in myriad beams. + + But I am the yield of the harvest, + Astir in the ripening corn; + My voice is the wind of the forest, + I breathe and impregnate the dawn. + + I spring from the womb of the ocean, + And rise in its flying foam, + Till I merge with the quickening rain + That falls on the fertile loam. + + Dear of my heart, when the moonlight + Comes dusting the shimmering grass, + You may lie unveiled in your bridal, + My lips are on yours as I pass. + + You say I am dead, that communion + Has spilled from our sacrament bowl, + Nay, Love, I am seed of Creation, + Immutable flame with the Whole. + + + + +LITTLE WHITE GATE + + + Little painted, wooden gate, + Swinging in and out, + Crickets chirping in the grass, + Honey-bees about; + + Hollyhocks and marigolds + Laughing in the sun, + Where quiet pools of shadows + Ripple, one by one; + + Friendly glow of lamplight + Across the window sill. + From the dark a plaintive voice + Calling “Whippoor-will.” + + Moonlight trailing up the path + Draperies of foam, + Spell for me contentment, + And the peace of home. + + + + +IMMORTAL + + + Was he king or a bonded slave? + The beauty he sang still sings, + Vibrant as falling stars + In the path of radiant wings. + + Does he sleep where the laurel grows? + Did he beg his cup and his bread? + He left the sign of his joy, + And he lives with the mighty dead. + + Marked by the print of his feet, + The dust of this ancient floor + Glows, spun-flame in the dark, + What matters the name that he bore! + + + + +MY COMMUNION + + + Cupped in the hollow of your hands, + You hold my hidden fears, + My faith, the songs within my joy, + And all my tears. + + Within the chalice of your heart, + There brims compassion’s mead, + Bounty of foaming drink for me + To quench my need. + + I grave the pattern of my love + Upon your spirit’s bowl, + And in the splendour of your wine, + I steep my soul. + + + + +STARS + + + When I watch a pale, green sky, + At night, upon the hills, + I wonder if my garden bears + Such blowing daffodils; + And if the lustre of my dreams + Comes from those amber rills. + + + + +DISAPPOINTMENTS + + + In the Valley of Nadir lies a deep, black pool, + And it mirrors only rainy harvest moons; + In the fringes of its grasses are little bleached, white bones, + And broken, faded ribbons, from gaudy, pricked balloons. + Restless shadows stumble ’round it, through the hot nights and the cool, + And their crippled feet are weighted down with stones; + Sometimes an echo whispers of golden, summer noons, + But you only hear the wind there, when it moans. + + + + +INTERLUDE + + + When Night-time stoops to lay her hands + Upon my tired eyes, + And strings her silver lanterns + Across the curtained skies, + + Reflected in the mirror, + She holds above my sleep-- + I see a golden lotus, + She bids me pick and keep. + + Then, drugged, my soul goes speeding + Across a dream-swept plain, + Until I stumble back at dawn, + To break my heart again. + + + + +TO MY FATHER + + + Although you touched my life so brief a time, + Because of you, I tread the stressful years + With courage, patterned from your quiet strength, + And laughter tempering my meed of tears. + + Because of you, I hold and reverence books, + High in my heart, as is my creed of song, + And to the imprint of your kindliness, + The measure of my love and faith belong. + + Because you held my hand that little while, + I know a joy in all green, growing things, + And rapture, when strong music breaks, and soars + A veil of flame on iridescent wings. + + Your love has framed the window of my life, + And as I watch the twilight creeping through, + I know whatever sacraments I share + With peace and beauty, are because of you. + + + + +CONFESSIONAL + + + Red fire of dawn burning in the sky, + Leaping from the purple embers of the night, + A sovereign glory in a sapphire cup, + This is my altar light. + + Rising from an early-kindled hearth, + A pungent veil of smoke spirals in the air, + And seems the incense drifting on my heart, + That sanctifies my prayer. + + From beyond uncharted seas the wind, + Like pilgrim priest, comes to bless the waking sod, + And shrives me in my penitence, then bears + My sorrow up to God. + + + + +RECOMPENSE + + + Though Hunger shuffles up the path, + And leaves his pack of scars, + When songs sweep through my heart-- + Bright sails on golden spars, + I breathe the dust of lilies, + Asleep among the stars. + + + + +MOCKERY + + + I dreamed Love came with golden thong, + And bound me to his wrist, + Then swept me out on winds of flame, + Through space the sun had kissed. + + Instead, Love came in jester’s garb, + Flaunting his cap and bells, + And led me to a far, strange tent, + Beside dead, desert wells. + + + + +REBELLION + + + If Death should scatter poppy-dust + Across my path tonight, + Then wrap me in his cold, dark cloak, + And shut me from the light. + + If he should point a strange, still way, + How could I bear to go, + And never feel again the sun, + Nor watch a primrose grow? + + + + +THE MESSENGER + + + When you walk a lonely road, + Hand in hand with pain, + Do you see the broken leaves, + Trodden by the rain? + + My heart was like a folded leaf, + On an April tree; + Listen to the rain at night, + And know your hurt to me. + + + + +“NEEDLES AND PINS” + + + Goblins came and took me + Long ago, + Tossed me up and down the years, + To and fro. + + Drove me to surrender + All my faith, + And chuckled when they bound me + To a wraith. + + But came a time the goblins + Lost their zest + For planting stones within my heart, + As a jest. + + They left me in the garden + With the weeds, + And there I found my faith again, + Sowing seeds. + + + + +TO JUNE + + + June dreams. + The twilight world’s a-hush, + The meadows flame with colors from a master’s brush, + And in my garden roses droop and blush; + June sleeps and dreams. + + The singing wind blows gently through her sleep, + While friendly, fragrant shadows keep + Their vigils, beautiful and deep, + With June, who dreams. + + Communion with my watching heart I hold, + Until the day comes to unfold + Her laughing hours, steeped in gold, + For June, who dreams. + + + + +TO CONGDON + + + When I look among the shadows in my soul, + I am glad for every scar and sin; + (Oh, little child, upon the threshold of my heart, Stay within!) + + I will mould to golden-tinted globes of pearl, + My rebellion, with each bruising shame, + And kindled from my dark, their light will keep your dreams + Star-frost and flame. + + Then I will mend all broken songs of mine, + To thread them on a many-colored string, + That you may count them, as you lean against my heart, + And learn to sing. + + + + +Transcriber’s Notes + + • Italics represented with surrounding _underscores_. + + • Small caps converted to ALL CAPS. + + • Obvious typographic errors silently corrected. + + • Footnote numbered and consolidated to the end of the relevant poem. + + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 77093 *** diff --git a/77093-h/77093-h.htm b/77093-h/77093-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..838a50f --- /dev/null +++ b/77093-h/77093-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,1997 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> +<head> + <meta charset="UTF-8"> + <meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1"> + <title> + A silver pool | Project Gutenberg + </title> + <link rel="icon" href="images/cover.jpg" type="image/x-cover"> + <style> + +body { + margin-left: 10%; + margin-right: 10%; + font-family: serif; +} + +a { text-decoration: none; } + +h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6 { + text-align: center; /* all headings centered */ + clear: both; +} + +h1 { text-align: left; + 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+<div class='chapter'> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_2"></a><a id="Page_3"></a>[3]</span></p> +</div> + +<div class='title-page'> +<p class='title'>A SILVER<br> +POOL</p> + +<p class='byline'><i>by</i></p> + +<p class='author'> <i>BEULAH FIELD</i></p> + +<figure class="colophon figcenter illowp12" id="colophon" style="max-width: 8em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/colophon.jpg" alt="Publisher's Colophon"> +</figure> + +<p class='pub-city'>NEW YORK</p> +<p class='pub'>MOFFAT, YARD AND COMPANY</p> +<p class='year'>1922</p> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class='chapter'> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[4]</span></p> + + +<p class='copyright'> + <span class="smcap">Copyright, 1922, by</span><br> + MOFFAT, YARD AND COMPANY +</p> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[5]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="TABLE_OF_CONTENTS"> + TABLE OF CONTENTS + </h2> +</div> + +<table class="autotable"> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdr"><span class='allsmcap'>PAGE</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#INSPIRATION"><span class="smcap">Inspiration</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">9</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#BEGGAR-MAN_THIEF">“<span class="smcap">Beggar-man, Thief</span>”</a></td> +<td class="tdr">10</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#CARNIVAL"><span class="smcap">Carnival</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">11</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#BRANDED"><span class="smcap">Branded</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">12</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#FOR_AN_ELIZABETHAN_GARLAND"><span class="smcap">For an Elizabethan Garland</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">13</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#WHEN_I_REMEMBER"><span class="smcap">When I Remember</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">14</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#THE_WAYFARER"><span class="smcap">The Wayfarer</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">15</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#PIERROT"><span class="smcap">Pierrot</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">16</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#TO_LY-Y-HANE"><span class="smcap">To Ly-y-Hane</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">17–18</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#WIND_OF_THE_SEA"><span class="smcap">Wind of the Sea</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">19</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#PERHAPS"><span class="smcap">Perhaps</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">20</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#IN_THE_STREET_OF_PAINTED"><span class="smcap">In the Street of Painted Flowers</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">21–22</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#MYSTERY"><span class="smcap">Mystery</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">23</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#WATCH-FIRES"><span class="smcap">Watch-Fires</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">24</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#TOKENS"><span class="smcap">Tokens</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">25</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#CAMEO"><span class="smcap">Cameo</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">26</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#BLUE_FLAMES_AND_FLOWERS"><span class="smcap">Blue Flames and Flowers</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">27</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#THE_LAW"><span class="smcap">The Law</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">28</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#MIRACLE"><span class="smcap">Miracle</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">29</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#VALUES"><span class="smcap">Values</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">30</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#FAME"><span class="smcap">Fame</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">31</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#RAINBOW"><span class="smcap">Rainbow</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">32</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#GLASS_BEADS"><span class="smcap">Glass Beads</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">33</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#WILLOWS"><span class="smcap">Willows</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">34</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#THE_DEAD_LOVER"><span class="smcap">The Dead Lover</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">35</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#LITTLE_WHITE_GATE"><span class="smcap">Little White Gate</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">36</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#IMMORTAL"><span class="smcap">Immortal</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">37</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#MY_COMMUNION"><span class="smcap">My Communion</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">38</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#STARS"><span class="smcap">Stars</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">39</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#DISAPPOINTMENTS"><span class="smcap">Disappointments</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">40</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#INTERLUDE"><span class="smcap">Interlude</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">41</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#TO_MY_FATHER"><span class="smcap">To My Father</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">42</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#CONFESSIONAL"><span class="smcap">Confessional</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">43</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#RECOMPENSE"><span class="smcap">Recompense</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">44</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#MOCKERY"><span class="smcap">Mockery</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">45</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#REBELLION"><span class="smcap">Rebellion</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">46</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#THE_MESSENGER"><span class="smcap">The Messenger</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">47</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#NEEDLES_AND_PINS">“<span class="smcap">Needles and Pins</span>”</a></td> +<td class="tdr">48</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#TO_JUNE"><span class="smcap">To June</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">49</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdl"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><a href="#TO_CONGDON_1"><span class="smcap">To Congdon</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">50</td> +</tr> +</table> + + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_6"></a><a id="Page_7"></a>[7]</span></p> + + + <p class='dedication'> + TO CONGDON + </p> +</div> + + + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_8"></a><a id="Page_9"></a>[9]</span></p> + <h2 class="nobreak" id="INSPIRATION"> + INSPIRATION + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I bridled my soul in its temple,</div> + <div class="verse indent4">Waiting a while,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Till I knew the peace of a tempered touch,</div> + <div class="verse indent4">And changeless smile.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Then I made my heart a silver pool</div> + <div class="verse indent4">Of melody,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And stars came down from the sky at night</div> + <div class="verse indent4">And bathed in me.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[10]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="BEGGAR-MAN_THIEF"> + “BEGGAR-MAN, THIEF” + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A beggar on the edge of town</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Looked up and smiled at me,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And offered for the coin I held,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">A seedling laurel tree.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A merchant in the market-place,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">A laughing, lordly knave,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Filled my hands with tarnished gems,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And took the coin I gave.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">If I could find that beggar-man,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">I’d give to him my soul,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If he would share his bread with me,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And coppers from his bowl.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[11]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CARNIVAL"> + CARNIVAL + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I gave a rose to a dancing girl,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">She did not know</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It was tribute I paid to a joy,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">Dead long ago.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I sang my song in the market-place,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">They did not hear</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I was challenging love with a laugh,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">And grief and fear.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Life danced on my heart with careless feet,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">And never knew</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The beauty it gave in gift to me,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">Was tied with rue.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I walked the ways of a heedless world,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">And found it mad,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So, now I drift in the wake of dreams,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">And I am glad.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[12]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="BRANDED"> + BRANDED + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I have found me a darkling mistress,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who is all my need and desire;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her slave in a willing bondage,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I bathe in her opal fire.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She has given me gorgeous dawns</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From the rim of her saffron seas;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There is joy in the burning wind</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That comes from her fronded keys.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I know the grip of her brilliant days,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the scorching spell of her nights,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When pagan gods seduce me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With the lure of their heathen rites.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I know the call of her hard, white roads,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The choking heat of her rains,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I laugh in my soul with God,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At the lash of her hurricanes.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I have dipped in her amethyst bowl,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And painted me splendid dreams,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I know the clutch of a dreadful fear,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When her crawling jungle screams.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I have felt the kiss of her fever,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That she hides in her tainted breath,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And have heard the roll of her drums,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When they beat their songs of death.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I have trailed with her treacherous spawn,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And sinned with her exiled band;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I am tuned to her siren voice,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And seared with her vicious brand.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I know the taste of her poisoned bread,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I am drunk with her evil wine,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I am in thrall to her Cross,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Since she marked me with its Sign.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[13]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="FOR_AN_ELIZABETHAN_GARLAND"> + FOR AN ELIZABETHAN GARLAND + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It is content I give to you,</div> + <div class="verse indent8">And you?</div> + <div class="verse indent6">You give me love.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I would have the sweet content,</div> + <div class="verse indent8">And you?</div> + <div class="verse indent6">Would you have love?</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[14]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="WHEN_I_REMEMBER"> + WHEN I REMEMBER + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">You never come and speak to me when I am glad,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But only if the flowers in my garden droop with rain,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And when the sunlight runs away from skies gone mad,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then I am hushed, and hear your voice again.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Although I light my lamp and bar the door,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I feel your presence crowding, more and more,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Until I crouch among the shadows on the floor,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And watch my memories dance their dance of pain.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[15]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_WAYFARER"> + THE WAYFARER + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Only the wind from the Seven Hills</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Can mate with the heart of me,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the mist, adrift on the cliffs at night,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">That blows from the dusky sea.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Only the song of the flying stars</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Can reach to my muted soul,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And speed my feet on the wild, free track</div> + <div class="verse indent2">That swings from Pole to Pole.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I spell my lore from the sand of dreams,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">I sleep by eternal meres,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My stirrup-cup is the kiss of dawn,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">My hearth is the boundless spheres.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[16]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="PIERROT"> + PIERROT + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Pierrot came and watched me</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Sewing on my seam,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And handed me gay, silken threads,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Broken from a dream.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He helped me trim the lantern</div> + <div class="verse indent2">That hangs beside my door,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And brought me petaled thoughts</div> + <div class="verse indent2">To sprinkle on the floor.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He picked a rose and left me,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">In the shadowed light,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I found the gate ajar,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Swinging in the night.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Then I ran and gathered stars,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">From the hollows of the sea,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And pinned them on my breast—</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Pierrot called to me.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[17]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="TO_LY-Y-HANE"> + TO LY-Y-HANE + </h2> +</div> + +<p class='center'><i>Chinese Poetess, 12th Century A. D.</i>⁠<a id="FNanchor_1_1" href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></p> + + +<div class="poetry-container mt1h"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Once I heard a singing wind,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Across a still lagoon,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I thought a thousand bells of jade</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Were swinging in the moon.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And once, I felt soft petals</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Fall from a flowering quince,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And trembled when I half divined</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Your song, that died long since.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Above the dread and somber beat</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Of mighty, dragon wings,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Perhaps my quiet heart will hear</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Your lute of silver strings.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='footnotes'> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_1_1" href="#FNanchor_1_1" class="label">[1]</a></p> + +<p class="center"> +<i>LY-Y-HANE</i> +</p> + +<p class='mth'><span class="smcap">Ly-y-Hane</span> <i>lived during the Song Dynasty, in the 12th +century of our era. She is admired, not only as a clever and +graceful composer of verses, but as a superior intellect and a +true scholar, accustomed to all the minutiae and intricacies of +the art of poetry.</i></p> + +<p><i>The incurable wound of her heart, bleeding in solitude, is +practically the only subject with which she deals.</i></p> + +<p><i>As far as can be known, the love that devours this Chinese +Sappho is ignored by him who inspires it.</i></p> + +<p><i>One might say she was a flower become enamoured of a bird. +The changing seasons are the only events, the objects that +adorn her home the only evidences of a life consecrated to +the expression of a single sentiment.</i></p> + +<p><i>She lived entombed with her suffering, hoping never to be +deprived of it or cured, and she named in advance the volume +that posterity would perhaps collect of all her scattered +verses: “The Debris of My Heart.”</i></p> + +<p class="right"> + From <i>The Book of Jade</i>.<br> + (Translated by James Whittall.) +</p></div></div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_18"></a><a id="Page_19"></a>[19]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="WIND_OF_THE_SEA"> + WIND OF THE SEA + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The Wind of the Sea is my turbulent lover,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When he gathers me close and kisses my face,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I rise to the zenith, there to discover</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Peace, in surrender to his fierce embrace;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He holds me and folds me in whirlpools of light,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then lulls me to sleep, in his arms, with the night.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[20]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="PERHAPS"> + PERHAPS + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It must be hard to be the Moon,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And weary of the sky;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Although I weary of my path,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Someday I can die,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But then perhaps I’ll trail with her,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And weary of the sky!</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[21]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="IN_THE_STREET_OF_PAINTED"> + IN THE STREET OF PAINTED + FLOWERS + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When will the whirl of this wheel be done?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Does the Spinner dream, and my shroud unspun?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I am spent with the lust of greedy nights,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The fitful flame, and greying lights</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Masking joy, in this devil’s dance,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That has tripped my feet on the road of Chance.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My song is hushed, and once it sped,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As water ripples the river’s bed,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Through laughing days in the gay bazars,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And freed my soul beneath the stars.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Now I am bought, as then I was sold,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But Allah witness, this is not gold,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But tinsel coin, that eats my heart,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And sets me aside, a thing apart.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Does Heaven sleep, that it lets me be,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And blinds my eyes, that I may not see</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The sun, that came to kiss my cheek</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When I stepped from my tent to the waiting Sheik?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I am sick for the sound of camels’ feet</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Padding their way through the languid heat,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The scent of cool on the evening air,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the grip of the muezzin’s call to prayer.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In those desert nights, where the shadows clung</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To the blowing sand, that swirled and stung,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When my lord bent down and I knew his lips,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I was fulfilled to my finger tips.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then, I was slave to a king, at least,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Now, I am slave to a furtive beast.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[22]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Did Allah mock, when he stilled my breath,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then called me back from the paths of death,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To dance to the tune of reeling spheres,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With only a dream to bridge the years?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ash is the flame of my painted shell,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I have no heart save the desert’s spell,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Mine is the fugitive soul of a slave,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I would go back to my sand-swept grave.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[23]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="MYSTERY"> + MYSTERY + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I bear on my breast the touch and sign</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Of God and His oriflamme,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But only the somber eyes of Death</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Can tell me who I am.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[24]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="WATCH-FIRES"> + WATCH-FIRES + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I care not if the touch of Time</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Destroys the outer garment of my heart,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For deep within, steadfast, a living fire,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Love burns, and guards your shrine apart.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I care not if Death’s borders hold</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A splendid peace, deep as an unshoaled sea,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I count peace only in the quiet joy</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That comes, when you are glad with me.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I care not if the ruthless years</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Shadow my soul, in passing on their flight,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If, through the devastating dark, I know</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Your love, a tidal-wave of light.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[25]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="TOKENS"> + TOKENS + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I built a little fire yesterday at dusk,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To burn the gifts of all my broken years,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And at the last I tossed upon the flames,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The crystalled drops, that once were falling tears.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When morning came, I gathered all the ashes up,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then swept my hearth, to make it clean again,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And found, within a crevice of the stones,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A jewel, that I knew had once been pain.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[26]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CAMEO"> + CAMEO + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A little room, a dream-lit hearth,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Rosemary in a bowl of jade;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Budding orchard, thrush’s song,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">A golden morning, dappled shade.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A steel-blue sea, the wind’s high will,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">A red sun dropping down the sky,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Purple shadows on the dunes,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Upon the road, just you and I.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[27]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="BLUE_FLAMES_AND_FLOWERS"> + BLUE FLAMES AND FLOWERS + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Blue flames, shining in my heart—</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Twice lovely stars,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Dear lips, folded close with mine,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Sweet as scented jars,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">If a myriad scarlet flowers,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">In a jasper bowl,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Distilled to leaping fires,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Could weld us soul to soul,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I would go across the heavens,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">After night had gone,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And gather for you dreams,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">In the gardens of the dawn.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[28]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_LAW"> + THE LAW + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Out of the dark of a night of rain,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Day has flowered to light again;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And from the silence the ages long,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Has come the joy of a wood-bird’s song.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Broken souls in a barren vale,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Created the need for a Holy Grail;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And blasphemous sin painted for me,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The pale, red bloom of the Judas tree.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The costly price of hallowed tears</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Has sown the wastes through countless years;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And over a crimson, riven sod</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Lies a clear, white road that leads to God.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[29]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="MIRACLE"> + MIRACLE + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It is so long ago I lived,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Holding back the hours</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That sped through days of golden light,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And brought me laughing showers.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It is so long ago I died</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To shut my heart from pain,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And yet, you reach your hands to me,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And bid me love again.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[30]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="VALUES"> + VALUES + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I hear you crying for the Moon,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">When she drifts proudly by,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And see you reaching for the wealth,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">She scatters in the sky.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">While I crave only strands of gold</div> + <div class="verse indent2">That fringe your melody,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And moon-flowers growing in my heart,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">When you are kind to me.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[31]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="FAME"> + FAME + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I lay on the edge of desert sands,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">And watched It dance;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Mirage was painted before my eyes,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">With brush of chance.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I followed the track of the Phantom</div> + <div class="verse indent6">Down to the sea,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And found that only a chill, spent wind</div> + <div class="verse indent6">Had called to me.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[32]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="RAINBOW"> + RAINBOW + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">There was a house of many rooms,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Windows and walls and doors,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where shadows etched the ceilings,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And crept across the floors.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">There sunlight only flickered,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And seemed a wanton ghost</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Lavishing an empty feast,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Upon a motley host.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When I left that changeling home,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">I hid my ragged scars,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then bound my heart with singing days,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And night-time climbed the stars.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[33]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="GLASS_BEADS"> + GLASS BEADS + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I was a mendicant, begging my bread</div> + <div class="verse indent2">From pilgrims shouting the dawn,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And they gave me thorns that tore my robe,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And took my prayers in pawn.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But now, outside the Temple door,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">I stand and let them pass;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">While I watch for the sun on the Eastern hills,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">They fumble beads of glass.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[34]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="WILLOWS"> + WILLOWS + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When I loitered on the paths</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Of gay and vivid hours,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My songs all ran away and hid,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And seemed afraid of flowers.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But in among the shadows,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Beneath the willow tree,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All my little unsung songs</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Come singing back to me.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[35]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_DEAD_LOVER"> + THE DEAD LOVER + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">You say I am dead, that my being</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Has passed with intangible dreams;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You hold me a shadow of shadows,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One moat in myriad beams.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But I am the yield of the harvest,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Astir in the ripening corn;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My voice is the wind of the forest,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I breathe and impregnate the dawn.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I spring from the womb of the ocean,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And rise in its flying foam,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Till I merge with the quickening rain</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That falls on the fertile loam.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Dear of my heart, when the moonlight</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Comes dusting the shimmering grass,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You may lie unveiled in your bridal,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My lips are on yours as I pass.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">You say I am dead, that communion</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Has spilled from our sacrament bowl,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nay, Love, I am seed of Creation,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Immutable flame with the Whole.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[36]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="LITTLE_WHITE_GATE"> + LITTLE WHITE GATE + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Little painted, wooden gate,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Swinging in and out,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Crickets chirping in the grass,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Honey-bees about;</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Hollyhocks and marigolds</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Laughing in the sun,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where quiet pools of shadows</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Ripple, one by one;</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Friendly glow of lamplight</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Across the window sill.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From the dark a plaintive voice</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Calling “Whippoor-will.”</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Moonlight trailing up the path</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Draperies of foam,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Spell for me contentment,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And the peace of home.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[37]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="IMMORTAL"> + IMMORTAL + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Was he king or a bonded slave?</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The beauty he sang still sings,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Vibrant as falling stars</div> + <div class="verse indent2">In the path of radiant wings.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Does he sleep where the laurel grows?</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Did he beg his cup and his bread?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He left the sign of his joy,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And he lives with the mighty dead.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Marked by the print of his feet,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The dust of this ancient floor</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Glows, spun-flame in the dark,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">What matters the name that he bore!</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[38]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="MY_COMMUNION"> + MY COMMUNION + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Cupped in the hollow of your hands,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You hold my hidden fears,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My faith, the songs within my joy,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">And all my tears.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Within the chalice of your heart,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There brims compassion’s mead,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Bounty of foaming drink for me</div> + <div class="verse indent6">To quench my need.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I grave the pattern of my love</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Upon your spirit’s bowl,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And in the splendour of your wine,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">I steep my soul.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[39]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="STARS"> + STARS + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When I watch a pale, green sky,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">At night, upon the hills,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I wonder if my garden bears</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Such blowing daffodils;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And if the lustre of my dreams</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Comes from those amber rills.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[40]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="DISAPPOINTMENTS"> + DISAPPOINTMENTS + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">In the Valley of Nadir lies a deep, black pool,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And it mirrors only rainy harvest moons;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In the fringes of its grasses are little bleached, white bones,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And broken, faded ribbons, from gaudy, pricked balloons.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Restless shadows stumble ’round it, through the hot nights and the cool,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And their crippled feet are weighted down with stones;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sometimes an echo whispers of golden, summer noons,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But you only hear the wind there, when it moans.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[41]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="INTERLUDE"> + INTERLUDE + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When Night-time stoops to lay her hands</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Upon my tired eyes,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And strings her silver lanterns</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Across the curtained skies,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Reflected in the mirror,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">She holds above my sleep—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I see a golden lotus,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">She bids me pick and keep.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Then, drugged, my soul goes speeding</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Across a dream-swept plain,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Until I stumble back at dawn,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">To break my heart again.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[42]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="TO_MY_FATHER"> + TO MY FATHER + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Although you touched my life so brief a time,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Because of you, I tread the stressful years</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With courage, patterned from your quiet strength,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And laughter tempering my meed of tears.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Because of you, I hold and reverence books,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">High in my heart, as is my creed of song,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And to the imprint of your kindliness,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The measure of my love and faith belong.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Because you held my hand that little while,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I know a joy in all green, growing things,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And rapture, when strong music breaks, and soars</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A veil of flame on iridescent wings.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Your love has framed the window of my life,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And as I watch the twilight creeping through,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I know whatever sacraments I share</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With peace and beauty, are because of you.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[43]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CONFESSIONAL"> + CONFESSIONAL + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Red fire of dawn burning in the sky,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Leaping from the purple embers of the night,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A sovereign glory in a sapphire cup,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">This is my altar light.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Rising from an early-kindled hearth,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A pungent veil of smoke spirals in the air,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And seems the incense drifting on my heart,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">That sanctifies my prayer.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">From beyond uncharted seas the wind,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like pilgrim priest, comes to bless the waking sod,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And shrives me in my penitence, then bears</div> + <div class="verse indent6">My sorrow up to God.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[44]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="RECOMPENSE"> + RECOMPENSE + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Though Hunger shuffles up the path,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And leaves his pack of scars,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When songs sweep through my heart—</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Bright sails on golden spars,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I breathe the dust of lilies,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Asleep among the stars.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[45]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="MOCKERY"> + MOCKERY + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I dreamed Love came with golden thong,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And bound me to his wrist,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then swept me out on winds of flame,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Through space the sun had kissed.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Instead, Love came in jester’s garb,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Flaunting his cap and bells,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And led me to a far, strange tent,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Beside dead, desert wells.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[46]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="REBELLION"> + REBELLION + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">If Death should scatter poppy-dust</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Across my path tonight,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then wrap me in his cold, dark cloak,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And shut me from the light.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">If he should point a strange, still way,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">How could I bear to go,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And never feel again the sun,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Nor watch a primrose grow?</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[47]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_MESSENGER"> + THE MESSENGER + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When you walk a lonely road,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Hand in hand with pain,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Do you see the broken leaves,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Trodden by the rain?</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">My heart was like a folded leaf,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">On an April tree;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Listen to the rain at night,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And know your hurt to me.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[48]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="NEEDLES_AND_PINS"> + “NEEDLES AND PINS” + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Goblins came and took me</div> + <div class="verse indent6">Long ago,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Tossed me up and down the years,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">To and fro.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Drove me to surrender</div> + <div class="verse indent6">All my faith,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And chuckled when they bound me</div> + <div class="verse indent6">To a wraith.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But came a time the goblins</div> + <div class="verse indent6">Lost their zest</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For planting stones within my heart,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">As a jest.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">They left me in the garden</div> + <div class="verse indent6">With the weeds,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And there I found my faith again,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">Sowing seeds.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[49]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="TO_JUNE"> + TO JUNE + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">June dreams.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The twilight world’s a-hush,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The meadows flame with colors from a master’s brush,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And in my garden roses droop and blush;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">June sleeps and dreams.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The singing wind blows gently through her sleep,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">While friendly, fragrant shadows keep</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Their vigils, beautiful and deep,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With June, who dreams.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Communion with my watching heart I hold,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Until the day comes to unfold</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her laughing hours, steeped in gold,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For June, who dreams.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[50]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="TO_CONGDON_1"> + TO CONGDON + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When I look among the shadows in my soul,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I am glad for every scar and sin;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(Oh, little child, upon the threshold of my heart, Stay within!)</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I will mould to golden-tinted globes of pearl,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My rebellion, with each bruising shame,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And kindled from my dark, their light will keep your dreams</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Star-frost and flame.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Then I will mend all broken songs of mine,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To thread them on a many-colored string,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That you may count them, as you lean against my heart,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And learn to sing.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> +<div class='transnote'> + <h2 id="Transcribers_Notes"> + Transcriber’s Notes + </h2> + +<ul> + <li>Obvious typographic errors silently corrected.</li> + + <li>Footnote numbered and consolidated to the end of the relevant poem.</li> +</ul> +</div></div> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 77093 ***</div> +</body> +</html> + diff --git a/77093-h/images/colophon.jpg b/77093-h/images/colophon.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..a13b0ec --- /dev/null +++ b/77093-h/images/colophon.jpg diff --git a/77093-h/images/cover.jpg b/77093-h/images/cover.jpg Binary files differnew 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