Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1913

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <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">*_**</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">* _* *</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 /> <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"><SPAN href="#chap_1">v</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Hymn to Demeter, by Louis V. Ledoux</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_2">1</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Over the Wintry Threshold, by Bliss Carman</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_3">2</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">In April, by Margaret Lee Ashley</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_4">3</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">May Is Building Her House, by Richard Le Gallienne</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_5">3</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">In a Forgotten Burying-ground, by Ruth Guthrie Harding</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_6">4</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Wind, by Fannie Stearns Davis</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_7">5</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">The Speckled Trout, by Madison Cawein</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_8">5</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Trees, by Joyce Kilmer</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_9">7</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">In the Hospital, by Arthur Guiterman</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_10">7</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Love of Life, by Tertius van Dyke</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_11">8</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">God’s Will, by Mildred Howells</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_12">8</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">On the Birth of a Child, by Louis Untermeyer</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_13">9</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">To a Child Falling Asleep, Robert Alden Sanborn</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_14">9</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">A Roman Doll, by Agnes Lee</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_15">12</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Sappho, by Sara Teasdale</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_16">13</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Of Moira Up the Glen, by Edward J. O’Brien</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_17">16</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Morning Glories, by John G. Neihardt</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_18">17</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Lest I Learn, by Witter Bynner</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_19">18</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Later, by Willard Huntington Wright</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_20">18</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">The Old Maid, by Sara Teasdale</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_21">19</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Departure, by John Hall Wheelock</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_22">20</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">An Adieu, by Florence Earle Coates</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_23">20</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Heart’s Tide, by Ethel M. Hewitt</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_24">21</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Waiting, by Charles Hanson Towne</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_25">22</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Desiderium, by Richard Le Gallienne</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_26">22</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Human, by Richard Burton</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_27">23</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">The Ghost, by Hermann Hagedorn</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_28">23</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">A Mountain Gateway, by Bliss Carman</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_29">24</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Perugia, by Amelia Josephine Burr</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_30">25</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Ghosts, by Marguerite Mooers Marshall</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_31">27</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">St. John and the Faun, by George Edward Woodberry</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_32">28</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">School, by Percy MacKaye</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_33">30</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">The Marvelous Munchausen, by William Rose Benét</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_34">34</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Train-mates, by Witter Bynner</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_35">38</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">The Kallyope Yell, by Nicholas Vachel Lindsay</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_36">39</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Thanksgiving For Our Task, by Shaemas OSheel</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_37">43</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">A Likeness, by Willa Sibert Cather</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_38">46</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">The Field of Glory, by Edwin Arlington Robinson</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_39">48</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Rich Man, Poor Man—, by Francis Hill</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_40">49</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">The Sin Eater, by Ruth Comfort Mitchell</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_41">50</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Night-sentries, by George Sterling</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_42">52</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">The Swordless Christ, by Percy Adams Hutchison</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_43">54</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">What of the Night?, by Willard Huntington Wright</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_44">55</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">A Threnody, by Louis V. Ledoux</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_45">57</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">November, by Mahlon Leonard Fisher</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_46">61</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Salutation, by Ruth Sterry</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_47">62</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Here Lies Pierrot, by Richard Burton</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_48">62</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_49">64</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">The “Best Poems” Chosen from the “Distinctive” List</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_50">69</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Titles and Authors of All Poems Appearing in the Seven Magazines For 1918</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_51">71</SPAN></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Index of First Lines</td> <td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#chap_52">99</SPAN></td> </tr> </table> <hr /> <div id="chap_1" class="chapter"> <h2 class="nobreak" id="INTRODUCTION">INTRODUCTION</h2></div> <div><ANTIMG 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"><SPAN href="#chap_43">54</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_10">7</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_47">62</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_18">17</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_6">4</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_42">52</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_26">22</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_30">25</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_12">8</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_41">50</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_46">61</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_15">12</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_29">24</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_21">19</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_9">7</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_24">21</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_25">22</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_20">18</SPAN><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"><SPAN href="#chap_4">3</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_38">46</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_17">16</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_19">18</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_13">9</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_11">8</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_5">3</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_16">13</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_32">28</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_40">49</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_33">30</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_28">23</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_35">38</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_14">9</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_3">2</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_36">39</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_45">57</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_23">20</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_48">62</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_37">43</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_34">34</SPAN><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"><SPAN href="#chap_22">20</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_7">5</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_31">27</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_39">48</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_2">1</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_27">23</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_44">55</SPAN></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"><SPAN href="#chap_8">5</SPAN></td> </tr> </table> <hr /> <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. Some of them appear elsewhere with different words or punctuation.</p> <p>When it was not clear whether or not new stanzas began on new pages, Transcriber did not add stanza breaks.</p> </div> </div> <SPAN name="endofbook"></SPAN> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />