PANDORA'S SONG Of wounds and sore defeat From the shutting mist of death, Laughter and rallying! William Vaughn Moody A WHITE IRIS Tall and clothed in samite, In smooth armor, Your head held high In its helmet Of silver: Jean D'Arc riding Among the sword blades! Has Spring for you In a garden? Pauline B. Barrington "FROST TO-NIGHT" Apple-green west and an orange bar, And the crystal eye of a lone, one star . Then I sally forth, half sad, half proud, The wine-red, the gold, the crimson, the pied,- The dahlias I might not touch till to-night! In my garden of Life with its all-late flowers Edith M. Thomas. SILVER Slowly, silently, now the moon One by one the casements catch Her beams beneath the silvery thatch; With paws of silver sleeps the dog; From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep Walter de la Mare FROM "VARIATIONS" VI You are as beautiful as white clouds You are as lovely as golden stars You are as glittering as those stairs Of stone down which the blue brooks run: You are as shining as sea-waves All hastening to the sun. Conrad Aiken AN OLD WOMAN OF THE ROADS O, to have a little house! To own the hearth and stool and all! To have a clock with weights and chains I could be busy all the day Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor, I could be quiet there at night The ticking clock and the shining delph! Och! but I'm weary of mist and dark, And roads where there's never a house nor bush, And the crying wind and the lonesome hush! And I am praying to God on high, Padraic Colum THE DARK CAVALIER I am the Dark Cavalier; I am the Last Lover: I ask no merriment, no pretense of gladness, I can love heavy lids. and lips without their rose; I am the Dark Cavalier; I am the Last Lover; I promise faithfulness no other lips may keep; Margaret Widdemer SAID A BLADE OF GRASS Said a blade of grass to an autumn leaf, "You make such a noise falling! You scatter all my winter dreams." Said the leaf indignant, "Low-born and low-dwelling! Songless, peevish thing! You live not in the upper air and you can not tell the sound of singing." Then the autumn leaf lay down upon the earth and slept. And when Spring came she waked again—and she was a blade of grass. And when it was autumn and her winter sleep was upon her, and above her through all the air the leaves were falling, she muttered to herself, "O these autumn leaves! They make such a noise! They scatter all my winter dreams." Kahlil Gibran SYMBOLS I saw history in a poet's song, I imagined measureless time in a day, My garden-wind had driven and havened again In the shadow that went by the side of me. John Drinkwater |