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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78129 ***
+
+
+
+
+ THE
+ NATURE LOVER’S
+ KNAPSACK
+
+
+
+
+ POCKET SIZE BOOKS OF VALUE
+
+
+ EMERSON’S ESSAYS.
+
+ _By_ RALPH WALDO EMERSON.
+
+ “First Series” and “Second Series” complete in one volume.
+
+
+ THE RING AND THE BOOK.
+
+ _By_ ROBERT BROWNING.
+
+ Walter Hampden Edition. With introduction by Montrose J. Moses, and
+ notes by Charlotte Porter and Helen A Clarke.
+
+
+ OPERA SYNOPSES.
+
+ _By_ J. WALKER MCSPADDEN.
+
+ Fourth Edition. Revised and enlarged. Over one hundred and fifty
+ operas.
+
+
+ NATURE LOVER’S KNAPSACK.
+
+ _By_ EDWIN OSGOOD GROVER.
+
+ A delightful collection of out-door poems by over one hundred
+ different authors.
+
+
+ THOMAS Y. CROWELL COMPANY
+ PUBLISHERS NEW YORK
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+ THE
+ NATURE LOVER’S
+ KNAPSACK
+
+ AN ANTHOLOGY OF POEMS FOR
+ LOVERS OF THE OPEN ROAD
+
+ _Edited by_
+ EDWIN OSGOOD GROVER
+ _Professor of Books, Rollins College_
+
+ NEW YORK
+ THOMAS Y. CROWELL COMPANY
+ PUBLISHERS
+
+
+
+
+ Copyright, 1927
+ BY THOMAS Y. CROWELL COMPANY
+
+ Third Printing
+
+ MANUFACTURED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
+ BY THE VAIL-BALLOU PRESS, INC., BINGHAMTON, N. Y.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ _To_
+
+ M. L. G.
+
+ _Who has shared with me
+ the
+ Joys of “Knapsack Carrying”
+ along Life’s road_
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+_On Knapsack Carrying_
+
+
+We are all knapsack carriers. And none of us travels far on the
+road of Life without discovering certain things which we would not
+be without,--things that seem indispensable to our happiness. These
+indispensable things we put, often unconsciously, into our knapsack to
+carry with us during the remainder of the journey.
+
+The kinds of things we “tote” in our knapsack vary with the different
+stages of our journey. We begin by collecting pebbles for our sling
+shot, and in lieu of a literal knapsack we hide them in our boy’s
+pocket. A little farther along the journey we discover that marbles,
+or stamps, or arrowheads are the things that are indispensable to our
+happiness, and we gradually shift our knapsack load to meet the newer
+need.
+
+Still later in life some of us accumulate coins and bank notes, stocks
+and mortgages, and other passing trifles that for the moment seem the
+only indispensable things to our happiness. We work ourselves sick, we
+sacrifice our friends, we succeed so well that soon our knapsack is too
+full for us to carry, and we go to some friendly banker and ask him to
+put it in his safety deposit vault where we may worry about it to our
+hearts’ content. And there it rests until we come to die, and the only
+joy it has brought us is the cheap joy of accumulation.
+
+Some of us, however, by force of circumstance or by deliberate choice,
+begin early in life to collect in our knapsacks beautiful memories of
+sunsets, of cloud-capped hills and wind-swept plains, of deep-flowing
+rivers and talking brooks, memories of the infinite sky and the eternal
+sea, of bird songs and blossoms, of trembling trees and all the lovely
+things of nature. And after the first ecstasy of discovery, these
+things gradually become the indispensable things of our happiness and
+of our lives. Every spring these joys are reborn in us, and every
+autumn they flare up with the first reddening tree. Each month in
+the cycle of the year holds its unforgettable thrill, its reminder of
+ancient glories and happy memories.
+
+Next to the recollection of beauties we have seen with our own eyes
+and carried long in the knapsack of our memory, there is no joy
+greater than walking afield with the poets, and spending an afternoon
+discovering new beauties and new meanings in Nature.
+
+Soon or late every nature lover makes a collection of those poems that
+remind him of his own memories. These he treasures in his knapsack, and
+as the seasons come and go he takes them out to feed his soul and to
+refresh his spirit as he travels hopefully along the road of Life.
+
+I would not for the world deprive any one of this pleasure. I only hope
+that this knapsack of nature poetry will be found a worthy travelling
+companion for every nature lover. It cannot be exhaustive, and it
+is in no sense a reference book. Its only purpose is to serve as a
+friendly guide to many of the most beautiful nature poems by English
+and American authors. They lead one over an unknown trail with here a
+glimpse of sea, there a racing cloud, now the patter of April rain, and
+the smell of apple blossoms. Open the book where you will, and it leads
+you off through field or forest, by babbling brook or singing sea.
+
+An anthology necessarily implies an individual choice, and the
+selections within have been chosen almost without exception for the
+pleasure they have given me. Because I believe that Lyric poetry is the
+highest form of poetic expression, I have given the preference to poems
+that possess this singing quality.
+
+In spite of the fact that in much of the poetry of the last twenty-five
+years the lyric note has been sadly absent, yet the book contains
+many exquisite lyrics by the “younger generation” which shows the
+persistence of this timeless quality of all great poetry.
+
+I wish to acknowledge frankly my indebtedness to many who have preceded
+me in the making of anthologies; and to scores of authors and their
+publishers who have so generously given permission for me to include
+their poems. It is a goodly fellowship. If, after all, I have left out
+your favorite nature poem, please tell me so.
+
+ EDWIN OSGOOD GROVER
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+_What the Knapsack Holds_
+
+
+ _The Lure of the Road_
+
+ A Wanderer’s Song _John Masefield_ 3
+ The Singer’s Quest _Odell Shepherd_ 3
+ The Toil of the Trail _Hamlin Garland_ 4
+ Two Old Men _Louise Driscoll_ 5
+ The Best Road of All _Charles Hanson Towne_ 6
+ The Cry of the Dreamer _John Boyle O’Reilly_ 7
+ Highways _Leslie Nelson Jennings_ 8
+ Afoot and Light-Hearted _Walt Whitman_ 9
+ The Path that Leads to
+ Nowhere _Corinne Roosevelt Robinson_ 9
+ City-Weary _Edgar A. Guest_ 10
+ The Faun _Richard Hovey_ 12
+ The Call of the Wild _Robert W. Service_ 13
+ A City Voice _Theodosia Garrison_ 15
+ Fishing _Edgar A. Guest_ 16
+ Camping Song _Bliss Carman_ 17
+ The Green Inn _Theodosia Garrison_ 18
+ Wanderlust _Isabel Ecclestine Mackay_ 19
+ Song _Georgiana Goddard King_ 19
+ In City Streets _Ada Smith_ 20
+ Up! Up! My Friend, and Quit
+ Your Books _William Wordsworth_ 21
+ Road Song _James Stewart Montgomery_ 22
+ Walking at Night _Amory Hare_ 23
+ Road Song _W. G. Tinckom-Fernandez_ 24
+ A Song of the Open Road _Louis J. McQuilland_ 25
+ A Maine Trail _Gertrude H. McGiffert_ 27
+ The Spell of the Pool _L. Burton Crane, Jr._ 28
+ The Lake _Eleanour Norton_ 29
+ The Great Outdoors _Maud Russell_ 29
+ Come, Spur Away! _Thomas Randolph_ 30
+ Hunting Song _Richard Hovey_ 31
+ The Call _Cora D. Fenton_ 31
+ The King’s Highway _John Steven McGroarty_ 32
+ God Made This Day For Me _Edgar A. Guest_ 34
+ The Country Faith _Norman Gale_ 35
+
+
+ _Green Things Growing_
+
+ Afoot _Charles G. D. Roberts_ 39
+ Grace for Gardens _Louise Driscoll_ 40
+ My Garden _Thomas E. Brown_ 41
+ April _John Vance Cheney_ 41
+ A Song the Grass Sings _Charles G. Blanden_ 42
+ The Young Dandelion _Dinah Mulock Craik_ 42
+ Sunflowers _Clinton Scollard_ 43
+ Wishing _William Allingham_ 44
+ Rain _Lucy Larcom_ 44
+ To the Dandelion _James Russell Lowell_ 45
+ The Grass _Walt Whitman_ 47
+ Buttercups _Wilfrid C. Thorley_ 47
+ The Lilac _Humbert Wolfe_ 48
+ The Hollyhocks _Ray Laurance_ 48
+ The Ragged Regiment _Alice Williams Brotherton_ 49
+ Marigolds _Bliss Carman_ 49
+ In a Garden _Theda Kenyon_ 50
+ The Dandelions _Helen Gray Cone_ 51
+ Rhodora _Ralph Waldo Emerson_ 52
+ Daisies _Bliss Carman_ 53
+ Out in the Fields with God _Elizabeth Browning_ 53
+ The Blackbird _Humbert Wolfe_ 54
+ The Robin _Emily Dickinson_ 54
+ Clover _John B. Tabb_ 55
+ A Conversation _Sara Hamilton Birchall_ 55
+ A Yellow Pansy _Helen Gray Cone_ 56
+ The Answer _Sara Hamilton Birchall_ 57
+ A Prayer _Edwin Markham_ 57
+
+
+ _The Kinship of the Trees_
+
+ Tree Feelings _Charlotte Perkins Gilman_ 61
+ A B C’s in Green _Leonora Speyer_ 62
+ O Dreamy, Gloomy, Friendly
+ Trees! _Herbert Trench_ 62
+ God, When You Thought of a
+ Pine Tree _Unknown_ 63
+ The House of the Trees _Ethelwyn Wetherald_ 64
+ Trees _Bliss Carman_ 65
+ The Trees and the Master _Sidney Lanier_ 66
+ The Trees _Samuel Valentine Cole_ 67
+ Three Trees _Christopher Morley_ 68
+ What Do We Plant? _Henry Abbey_ 69
+ Trees _Henry van Dyke_ 70
+ The Trees _Lucy Larcom_ 71
+ Good Company _Karl Wilson Baker_ 71
+ The Green Tree in the Fall _Jessie B. Rittenhouse_ 72
+
+
+ _The Call of the Sea_
+
+ Sea-Fever _John Masefield_ 75
+ A Son of the Sea _Bliss Carman_ 75
+ Dreams of the Sea _William H. Davies_ 76
+ Going Down in Ships _Harry Kemp_ 77
+ The Waves of Breffny _Eva Gore-Booth_ 78
+ Short Beach _Richard Hovey_ 79
+ Sea Call _Margaret Widdemer_ 79
+ Ship-Love _Ethel E. Mannin_ 80
+ The Sea _Nora Hopper_ 81
+ Coquette _Keith Stuart_ 82
+ The Deep-Water Man _James Stuart Montgomery_ 82
+ Sea Longing _Harold Vinal_ 84
+ Had I the Choice _Walt Whitman_ 84
+ Gray _Oscar Williams_ 85
+ A Pagan Hymn _John Runcie_ 85
+ As the Tide Comes In _Cale Young Rice_ 86
+ A Wet Sheet and a
+ Flowing Sea _Allan Cunningham_ 87
+ The Undersong _Fiona Macleod_ 88
+ Gray Rocks and Grayer Sea _Charles G. D. Roberts_ 89
+ The Sea _Bryan Waller Procter_ 89
+ The Sea Road _Martha Haskell Clark_ 91
+ The Sea _Richard Hovey_ 92
+ The World is Too Much
+ With Us _William Wordsworth_ 94
+ Sunrise _Robert Browning_ 94
+ Song of the Sea _Richard Burton_ 95
+ Farewell _Katherine Tynan_ 96
+ The Return _Algernon Charles Swinburne_ 97
+ The Port o’ Heart’s Desire _John Steven McGroarty_ 99
+ Sea-Urge _Unknown_ 100
+ The Ocean _Lord Byron_ 100
+ A Song of Desire _Frederic Lawrence Knowles_ 102
+ A Sea Change _Dorothy Peace_ 103
+ Twilight At Sea _Amelia C. Welby_ 103
+ Sea-Song _Martha Haskell Clark_ 104
+ Deep Down _James Stuart Montgomery_ 104
+
+
+ _The Winds of Heaven_
+
+ Do You Fear the Wind? _Hamlin Garland_ 109
+ Hark to the Shouting Wind _Henry Timod_ 109
+ Who Has Seen the Wind? _Christina Rossetti_ 110
+ Wind _John Galsworthy_ 110
+ The Sea-Wind _Arthur Ketchum_ 111
+ I Meant to Do My Work
+ Today _Richard Le Gallienne_ 111
+ That Wind is Best _Caroline Atherton Mason_ 112
+ Happy Wind _William H. Davies_ 112
+ Wind-Litany _Margaret Widdemer_ 113
+ A Morning _Theodosia Garrison_ 114
+ The Wind’s Life _Harry Kemp_ 115
+ The Mystic _Cale Young Rice_ 115
+
+
+ _The Hill-born_
+
+ The Cry of the Hillborn _Bliss Carman_ 119
+ Up a Hill and a Hill _Fannie Stearns Davis_ 120
+ Hills _Arthur Guiterman_ 121
+ Again Among the Hills _Richard Hovey_ 122
+ Hill Hunger _Joseph Auslander_ 124
+ Afternoon on a Hill _Edna St. Vincent Millay_ 125
+ The Hills _Theodosia Garrison_ 125
+ On a Hill _Irene Rutherford McLeod_ 126
+
+
+ _Traveller’s Joy_
+
+ Traveller’s Joy _Arthur Ketchum_ 131
+ Ellis Park _Helen Hoyt_ 132
+ Afoot _C. Fox-Smith_ 133
+ The Going of His Feet _Harry Kemp_ 134
+ Down East and Up Along _Edwin Osgood Grover_ 135
+ The Joys of the Road _Bliss Carman_ 136
+ Song of the Open _Sara Hamilton Birchall_ 139
+ Rebellion _Stephen Chalmers_ 140
+ The Tree-Top Road _May Riley Smith_ 142
+ Early Morning at Bargis _Hermann Hagedorn_ 143
+ Denial _Lancaster Pollard_ 144
+ “A la Belle Étoile” _Sara Hamilton Birchall_ 144
+ Journey _Edna St. Vincent Millay_ 145
+ The Sojourner _Sara Hamilton Birchall_ 146
+ Traveller’s Rest _C. Fox-Smith_ 147
+ Far From the Madding Crowd _Nixon Waterman_ 148
+ Streams _Clinton Scollard_ 149
+ The Call _Edgar A. Guest_ 150
+ The Road that Leads to
+ Home _Ethel E. Mannin_ 150
+
+
+ _Echoes from Vagabondia_
+
+ Wanderthirst _Gerald Gould_ 155
+ The Vagabond _Edgar A. Guest_ 155
+ Gipsy Song _Sara Hamilton Birchall_ 156
+ The Road to Vagabondia _Dana Burnet_ 157
+ Gipsy Feet _Fannie Stearns Davis_ 158
+ A Strip of Blue _Lucy Larcom_ 160
+ Black Ashes _Martha Haskell Clark_ 161
+ The Wander Lure _Kendall Banning_ 162
+ Comrades of the Trail _Mary Carolyn Davies_ 163
+ The Vagrant _Pauline Slender_ 164
+ The Gipsy Wedding _Sara Hamilton Birchall_ 165
+ The Vagabond at Home _Ruth Wright Kauffman_ 165
+ The Gipsy Trail _Rudyard Kipling_ 166
+ St. Bartholomew’s on
+ the Hill _Bliss Carman_ 168
+ Fishing _Edgar A. Guest_ 169
+ A Vagabond Song _Bliss Carman_ 171
+ Have You? _Harry M. Dean_ 171
+ Gypsy-Heart _Katherine Lee Bates_ 172
+ A More Ancient Mariner _Bliss Carman_ 173
+ Vagabonds _Sara Hamilton Birchall_ 175
+ The Gypsying _Theodosia Garrison_ 175
+ The Mendicants _Bliss Carman_ 176
+ The Beloved Vagabond _W. G. Tinckom-Fernandez_ 177
+ The Secret Voices _Ethel E. Mannin_ 178
+
+
+ _The Changing Year_
+
+ Turn O’ The Year _Katherine Tynan_ 183
+ April Music _Clinton Scollard_ 183
+ The Year’s Awakening _Thomas Hardy_ 184
+ Spring’s Answer _Edwin Osgood Grover_ 185
+ Morning Song _Lancaster Pollard_ 186
+ April Weather _Bliss Carman_ 186
+ The Runaway _Cale Young Rice_ 188
+ Spring Market _Louise Driscoll_ 189
+ Song in March _Clinton Scollard_ 190
+ Flower Chorus _Ralph Waldo Emerson_ 191
+ April’s Coming _Lancaster Pollard_ 192
+ The Secret _John Richard Moreland_ 193
+ Spring _Norman Gale_ 193
+ April Weather _Lizette Woodworth Reese_ 194
+ Renewal _Charles Hanson Towne_ 195
+ April _Theodosia Garrison_ 195
+ The Immortal _Cale Young Rice_ 196
+ Spring _Richard Hovey_ 196
+ Blind _Harry Kemp_ 199
+ Spring Song _Bliss Carman_ 200
+ The Sweet, Low Speech of
+ the Rain _Ella Higginson_ 203
+ Early Spring _Alfred Tennyson_ 205
+ Spring _Henry Timrod_ 206
+ April, April _William Watson_ 208
+ April Rain _Robert Loveman_ 209
+ April _Emily Dickinson_ 210
+ April Morning _George Elliston_ 210
+ May-Lure _Richard Burton_ 211
+ Sunrise _Robert Browning_ 212
+ The Throstle _Alfred Tennyson_ 212
+ Tell All the World _Harry Kemp_ 213
+ Sorrow in a Garden _May Riley Smith_ 213
+ The Naturalist on a
+ June Sunday _Leonora Speyer_ 215
+ Summer _Richard Burton_ 216
+ Autumn _Emily Dickinson_ 218
+ Overtones _William Alexander Percy_ 218
+ Carouse _Charles Hanson Towne_ 219
+ A Song in Autumn _Theodosia Garrison_ 219
+ An Autumn Garden _Bliss Carman_ 220
+ September _Sara Hamilton Birchall_ 223
+ Days Like These _Ella Elizabeth Egbert_ 224
+ Indian Summer _Emily Dickinson_ 225
+ The Deserted Pasture _Bliss Carman_ 226
+ The Coming of Dawn _Grace Atherton Dennen_ 227
+ Alms in Autumn _Rose Fyleman_ 228
+ November in England _Thomas Hood_ 228
+ The Hound _Babette Deutsch_ 229
+
+
+ _Sky-Born Music_
+
+ Let Me Go Where’er I Will _Ralph Waldo Emerson_ 233
+ Pippa’s Song _Robert Browning_ 233
+ The Whisper of Earth _Edward J. O’Brien_ 234
+ Sunrise _Edgar A. Guest_ 234
+ Prayer Before Poems _Ann Blackwell Payne_ 235
+ How Miracles Abound _Clinton Scollard_ 236
+ Little Things _Orrick Johns_ 236
+ Clouds and Sky _Lancaster Pollard_ 237
+ My Heart Leaps Up When
+ I Behold _William Wordsworth_ 238
+ The Marshes _Sidney Lanier_ 238
+ Song _John Vance Cheney_ 239
+ Out-of-Doors _Ethel E. Mannin_ 239
+ The Whole Duty of Berkshire
+ Brooks _Grace Hazard Conkling_ 240
+ A Word with A Skylark _Sarah Piatt_ 241
+ The Perilous Light _Eva Gore-Booth_ 241
+ Folly _Vivian Yeiser Laramore_ 243
+ One Blackbird _Harold Monro_ 243
+ A Rune of Riches _Florence Converse_ 244
+ The Picture _Frederick O. Sylvester_ 245
+ “Sic Vita” _William Stanley Braithwaite_ 245
+ A Blackbird Suddenly _Joseph Auslander_ 246
+ Credo _Vera Wheatley_ 247
+ Gospel of the Fields _Arthur Upson_ 247
+ The Welcome _Arthur Powell_ 248
+ Angels of the Spring _Robert Stephen Hawkes_ 249
+ God’s World _Edna St. Vincent Millay_ 249
+ Rain _Kenneth Slade Alling_ 250
+ The Lark _Lizette Woodworth Reese_ 250
+ Farewell _Harry Kemp_ 251
+ The Comfort of the Stars _Richard Burton_ 251
+ The Last Hour _Ethel Clifford_ 252
+ Wasted Hours _Medora Addison_ 253
+ God is at the Anvil _Lew Sarett_ 253
+
+
+ _The End of The Trail_
+
+ Hesperides _Harry Kemp_ 257
+ Changeless _Martha Haskell Clark_ 257
+ Homesick _Julia C. R. Dorr_ 258
+ If All the Skies _Henry van Dyke_ 259
+ “Gratias Ago” _Geoffrey Howard_ 260
+ Song of Ballyshannon _Jeanne Robert Foster_ 261
+ A Song of the Road _Fred G. Bowles_ 263
+ After Sunset _Grace Hazard Conkling_ 263
+ The Wanderer _Zoe Akins_ 264
+ The Trumpet of the Dawn _Clinton Scollard_ 265
+ Shared _Lucy Larcom_ 265
+ Up-Hill _Christina Rossetti_ 266
+ The Epitaph _Katherine Tynan_ 267
+
+
+
+
+_Copyright Acknowledgments_
+
+
+The editor expresses his keen appreciation to the many poets and their
+publishers, who have so generously coöperated in the preparation of
+this volume by granting permission to include copyright material.
+
+All rights to the poems are reserved by the legal holders of the
+copyrights.
+
+To D. Appleton & Company for “Spring on the Off-Trail,” from _Songs of
+the Stalwart_, by Grantland Rice.
+
+To _The Atlantic Monthly_, for “Hill Hunger,” and “A Blackbird
+Suddenly,” by Joseph Auslander.
+
+To Richard A. Badger for “Traveller’s Joy,” “The Sea Wind,”
+“Countersign,” by Arthur Ketchum.
+
+To Barse & Hopkins for “The Call of the Wild,” by Robert Service.
+
+To Alfred Bartlett, for “September,” “The Gipsy Wedding,” “Gipsy Song,”
+“Upon Us Vagabonds,” “Song of the Open,” “The Sojourner,” “A la Belle
+Étoile,” “A Conversation,” “Lavender for Old Loves,” by Sara Hamilton
+Birchall.
+
+To Ernest Benn, Limited, (London), for “The Blackbird,” “The Lilac,” by
+Humbert Wolfe.
+
+To Brentano’s, Inc., for “Behind the Closed Eye,” “Farewell,” “The
+Winds of Life,” “Blind,” “Tell All the World,” “The Going of His Feet,”
+by Harry Kemp.
+
+To Jonathan Cape, Limited, (London) for “Happy Wind,” “Dreams of the
+Sea,” by W. H. Davies.
+
+To The Century Company, for “The Immortal,” “As the Tide Comes in,”
+“The Runaway,” by Cale Young Rice.
+
+To _Christian Endeavor World_ for “Changeless,” by Martha Haskell Clark.
+
+To _The Churchman_, for “Traveller’s Joy,” and “Sea Wind,” by Arthur
+Ketchum.
+
+To _Cincinnati Times-Star_, for “April Morning,” by George Elliston.
+
+To _Contemporary Verse_, for “Wasted Hours,” by Medora Addison;
+“Walking at Night,” by Amory Hare; “Rain,” by Kenneth Slade Alling;
+“Sea Longing,” by Harold Vinal; “Two Old Men,” by Louise Driscoll.
+
+To the Cornhill Publishing Company, for “The House of the Trees,” by
+Ethelwyn Wetherald.
+
+To _Country Life_ (London) for “Dawn,” by Isabel Butchart.
+
+To Dodd, Mead & Company, for “The Sea,” by Nora Hopper; “I Meant to Do
+My Work Today,” by Richard Le Gallienne; “Walking at Night,” by Amory
+Hare.
+
+To George H. Doran Company, for “Traveller’s Rest,” from _Sailor Town_
+by C. Fox-Smith, copyright 1919, by George Doran Company, publishers;
+“Carouse,” “The Best Road of All,” “Renewal,” from _World of Windows_
+by Charles Hanson Towne.
+
+To Dorrance & Company for “Deep-Water Men,” “Deep Down,” from _Songs of
+Men_, by James Stuart Montgomery.
+
+To E. P. Dutton & Company for “The Dandelions,” by Helen Gray Cone;
+“The Naturalist on a June Sunday,” “ABC’s in Green,” by Leonora Speyer.
+
+To Federal National Bank, Boston, for “The Cry of the Dreamer,” by John
+Boyle O’Reilly.
+
+To Forbes & Company for “Far From the Madding Crowd,” by Nixon Waterman.
+
+To _Good Housekeeping_ for “The Sea Road,” and “Sea Song,” by Martha
+Haskell Clark.
+
+To Harcourt, Brace & Company, Inc. for “Sea Call” from _Cross Currents_
+by Margaret Widdemer, copyright 1921, by Harcourt, Brace & Company, Inc.
+
+To Harper Bros. for “Afternoon on a Hill,” “God’s World,” “Journey,” by
+Edna St. Vincent Millay.
+
+To Hodder & Stoughton, Limited, (London), for “Credo,” by Vera Wheatley.
+
+To Henry Holt & Company for “Wind Litany,” by Margaret Widdemer; “God
+Is At His Anvil,” by Lew Sarett; “The Whole Duty of Berkshire Brooks,”
+“After Sunset,” by Grace Hazard Conkling.
+
+To Houghton Mifflin Company for “A Strip of Blue” and “Is It Raining,
+Little Flower,” by Lucy Larcom; “The Singer’s Quest” by Odell Shepard;
+“Rhodora,” “Flower Chairs,” “Let Me Go Where’er I Will,” by Ralph Waldo
+Emerson.
+
+To B. W. Huebsch, Inc., for “On the Hill,” by Irene Rutherford McLeod.
+
+To Mitchell Kennerly for “The Wanderer,” by Zoe Atkins.
+
+To Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. for “Little Things,” by Orrick Johns; “The
+Early Gods,” by Witter Bynner.
+
+To J. L. Lippincott Company, for “April Rain,” by Robert Loveman.
+
+To Little, Brown & Company, for “Autumn,” “The Robin,” “April,” “Indian
+Summer,” by Emily Dickinson.
+
+To Longmans, Green & Co. (London) for “A Word With a Skylark,” by Sarah
+Piatt.
+
+To Lothrop, Lee & Shepard Co. for “May-Lure,” “Dumb in June,” “Comfort
+of the Stars,” and “Song of the Sea,” by Richard Burton.
+
+To _The Lyric West_ for “The Coming of Dawn,” by Grace C. Dennen.
+
+To The Macmillan Company for “Grace for Gardens,” by Louise Driscoll;
+“Sea-Fever,” “A Wanderer’s Song,” by John Masefield; “Up a Hill and a
+Hill,” “Gipsy Feet,” by Fannie Stearns Davis; “The Sweet, Low Speech of
+the Rain,” by Ella Higginson.
+
+To Macmillan & Co. Ltd. (London) for “My Garden,” by T. E. Brown.
+
+To McClelland & Stewart, Toronto, Limited, for “Wanderlust,” by Isabel
+Mackay.
+
+To Thomas B. Mosher for “Birds of the Air They Sing it,” and “The
+Charm is Working Now,” by John Vance Cheney, “The Undersong,” by Fiona
+Macleod, “The Lark” and “April Weather,” by Lizette Woodworth Reese.
+
+To L. C. Page & Company for “Gray Rocks and Grayer Sea,” “Afoot,” by
+Charles G. D. Roberts.
+
+To _Poetry_ for “Early Morn at Barges,” by Hermann Hagedorn; “Ellis
+Park,” by Helen Hoyt.
+
+To G. P. Putnam’s Sons, for “The Country Faith,” “Spring,” “All the
+Lanes are Lyric,” from _The Country Muse_ by Norman Gale; “April,” “The
+Gipsying,” “The Green Inn,” “A Song of Autumn,” “A City Voice,” “The
+Poplars,” “The Hills,” “A Morning,” by Theodosia Garrison.
+
+To Reilly & Lee Co., for “The Call,” “God Made This Day For Me,”
+“Fishing,” “City Weary,” “The Vagabond,” by Edgar A. Guest.
+
+To _The Roycroft Magazine_ for “The Road that Leads to Home,” by Ethel
+E. Mannin.
+
+To Charles Scribner’s Sons for “The Road That Leads to Nowhere,” by
+Corrinne Roosevelt Robinson; “Homesick,” by Julia C. R. Dorr; “The
+Wind,” by John Galsworthy; “The Trees and the Master” and “Marshes of
+Glynn” (Extract), by Sidney Lanier; “Trees,” “Of All the Skies,” by
+Henry van Dyke.
+
+To Sidgwick & Jackson, Ltd. (London), for “Farewell,” “The Turn of the
+Year,” and “The Epitaph,” by Katherine Tynan; “Wanderthirst,” by Gerald
+Gould.
+
+To Small, Maynard & Co., for “The Whisper of Earth,” by Edward
+J. O’Brien; “Clover,” by John B. Tabb; “Camping Song,” “Trees,”
+“April Weather,” “An Autumn Garden,” “The Cry of the Hillborn,”
+“Daisies,” “The Joys of the Road,” “A Vagabond’s Song,” “Spring Song,”
+“Marigolds,” “A More Ancient Mariner,” “The Mendicants,” “A Song of the
+Sea,” “St. Bartholomew’s on the Hill,” “The Deserted Pasture,” by Bliss
+Carman; “Comrades” (Extracts), “Spring” (Extracts), “The Faun,” “Short
+Beach,” “Hunting Song,” “Seaward” (Extracts), by Richard Hovey.
+
+To the _Boston Evening Transcript_ for “Prayer Before Poems,” by Anne
+Blackwell Payne.
+
+To _The Christian Century_ for “Spring’s Answer,” by Edwin Osgood
+Grover.
+
+To _Country Life in America_ for “Down East and Up Along,” by Edwin
+Osgood Grover.
+
+To _The Chicago Tribune_ for “Sea Magic.”
+
+To Yale University Press, for “Overtones,” from _In April Once_, by
+William Alexander Percy; and “Good Company,” from _Blue Smoke_ by Karle
+Wilson Baker.
+
+To Jonathan Cape, Ltd. for “Happy Wind” and “Dreams of the Sea,” by W.
+H. Davies.
+
+The following individuals have also given their permission for the use
+of copyright material, and the editor’s thanks are due them personally.
+
+To Joseph Auslander for “Hill-Hunger,” “A Blackbird Suddenly.”
+
+To Kendall Banning for “Wander-Lure.”
+
+To Katherine Lee Bates for “Gipsy-Heart.”
+
+To C. G. Blanden for “A Song the Grass Sings.”
+
+To William Stanley Braithwaite for “Sic Vita” from _The House Of
+Falling Leaves_.
+
+To Dana Burnet for “The Road to Vagabondia.”
+
+To Richard Burton for “May-Lure,” “Dumb in June,” (Extracts) “Comfort
+of the Stars,” “Song of the Sea.”
+
+To Witter Bynner for “The Early Gods” and “A Phœbe Bird.”
+
+To Stephen Chalmers for “The Tree-Top Road.”
+
+To Eugene F. Clark for “The Sea Road,” “Changeless,” “Black Ashes,”
+“Sea Song,” by Martha Haskell Clark.
+
+To Mary Carolyn Davies for “Comrades of the Trail.”
+
+To Babette Deutsch for “The Hound.”
+
+To Louise Driscoll, for “The Spring Market” and “Two Old Men.”
+
+To Ella Elizabeth Egbert for “Days Like These.”
+
+To George Elliston for “April Morning.”
+
+To Jeanne Robert Foster for “Song of Ballyshannon.”
+
+To Hamlin Garland for “The Toil of the Trail,” “Do You Fear the Wind?”
+
+To Charlotte Perkins Gilman for “Tree-Feelings.”
+
+To Eva Gore-Booth, “The Perilous Light,” from manuscript; “The Waves of
+Breffny.”
+
+To Gerald Gould for “Wanderthirst.”
+
+To Arthur Guiterman for “The Hills” from _The Mirthful Lyre_.
+
+To Hermann Hagedorn, for “Early Morning at Bargis.”
+
+To Ella Higginson for “The Sweet Low Speech of the Rain.”
+
+To Julian Hovey for “Seaward,” (Extracts) by Richard Hovey.
+
+To Arthur Ketchum for “The Sea-Wind,” “Traveller’s Joy.”
+
+To Leslie Nelson Jennings for “Highways.”
+
+To Orrick Johns, for “Little Things.”
+
+To Ruth Kauffman for “Vagabond.”
+
+To Theda Kenyon for “In the Garden.”
+
+To Georgiana Goddard King for “Song.”
+
+To Louis Loveman for “April Rain” by Robert Loveman.
+
+To Ethel E. Mannin for “Ship-Love,” “The Road that Leads to Home,” “The
+Secret Voices,” “Out-of-Doors.”
+
+To Edwin Markham for “A Prayer.”
+
+To John Steven McGroarty for “The Port o’ Heart’s Desire” and “The
+King’s Highway.”
+
+To Edward J. O’Brien for “The Whisper of Earth.”
+
+To Lancaster Pollard for “Denial,” “Morning Song,” “April’s Coming,”
+“Clouds and Sky.”
+
+To Lizette Woodworth Reese for “The Lark.”
+
+To Cole Young Rice for “As the Tide Comes In,” “The Mystic,” “The
+Runaway,” “The Immortal.”
+
+To Jessie B. Rittenhouse for “The Green Tree in the Fall.”
+
+To Clinton Scollard for “Streams,” “Sunflowers,” “April Music,” “Song
+in March,” “The Trumpet of the Dawn.”
+
+To May Riley Smith for “Sorrow in a Garden,” “The Tree-Top Road.”
+
+To Leonora Speyer for “A B C’s in Green,” and “The Naturalist on a June
+Sunday.”
+
+To W. G. Tinckom-Fernandez for “Road Song,” “The Beloved Vagabond.”
+
+To Charles Hanson Towne for “Carouse,” “The Best Road of All,”
+“Renewal.”
+
+To Katherine Tynan for “Farewell,” “The Turn of the Year” and “The
+Epitaph.”
+
+To Vera Wheatley for “Credo.”
+
+To Humbert Wolfe for “The Lilac,” “The Blackbird.”
+
+To William Watson for “April, April.”
+
+
+
+
+_The Lure of the Road_
+
+
+
+
+ _I, too, have heard the insistent call of bird and wind and sun;
+ I, too, have heard the little brooks low calling as they run;
+ I, too, have heard the summons far, of sea gulls in the rain--
+ And lo, my heart is home once more, here on the coast of Maine._
+
+ E. O. G.
+
+
+
+
+_A Wanderer’s Song_
+
+
+ A wind’s in the heart of me, a fire’s in my heels,
+ I am tired of brick and stone and rumbling wagon-wheels;
+ I hunger for the sea’s edge, the limits of the land,
+ Where the wild old Atlantic is shouting on the sand.
+
+ Oh, I’ll be going, leaving the noises of the street,
+ To where a lifting foresail-foot is yanking at the sheet;
+ To a windy, tossing anchorage where yawls and ketches ride,
+ Oh, I’ll be going, going, until I meet the tide.
+
+ And first I’ll hear the sea-wind, the mewing of the gulls,
+ The clucking, sucking of the sea about the rusty hulls,
+ The songs at the capstan in the hooker warping out,
+ And then the heart of me’ll know I’m there or thereabout.
+
+ Oh, I’m tired of brick and stone, the heart of me is sick,
+ For windy green, unquiet sea, the realm of Moby Dick;
+ And I’ll be going, going, from the roaring of the wheels,
+ For a wind’s in the heart of me, a fire’s in my heels.
+
+ _John Masefield_
+
+
+
+
+_The Singer’s Quest_
+
+
+ I’ve been wandering, listening for a song,
+ Dreaming of a melody, all my life long....
+ The lilting tune that God sang to rock the tides asleep,
+ And crooned above the cradled stars before they learned to creep.
+
+ Oh, there was laughter in it and many a merry chime,
+ Before He had turned moralist, grown old before His time,
+ And He was happy, trolling out His great blithe-hearted tune,
+ Before He slung the little earth beneath the sun and moon.
+
+ But I know that somewhere that song is rolling on,
+ Like flutes along the midnight, like trumpets in the dawn;
+ It throbs across the sunset and stirs the poplar tree
+ And rumbles in the long low thunder of the sea.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ First-love sang me one note and heart-break taught me two,
+ A child has told me three notes, and soon I’ll know it through;
+ And when I stand before the Throne I’ll hum it low and sly,
+ Watching for a great light of welcome in His eye, ...
+
+ “Put a white raiment on him and a harp into his hand,
+ And golden sandals on his feet and tell the saints to stand
+ A little farther off unless they wish to hear the truth,
+ For this blessed lucky sinner is going to sing about my youth!”
+
+ _Odell Shepard_
+
+
+
+
+_The Toil of the Trail_
+
+
+ What have I gained by the toil of the trail?
+ I know and know well.
+ I have found once again the lore I had lost
+ In the loud city’s hell.
+
+ I have broadened my hand to the cinch and the axe,
+ I have laid my flesh to the rain;
+ I was hunter and trailer and guide;
+ I have touched the most primitive wildness again.
+
+ I have threaded the wild with the stealth of the deer,
+ No eagle is freer than I;
+ No mountain can thwart me, no torrent appall,
+ I defy the stern sky.
+ So long as I live these joys will remain,
+ I have touched the most primitive wildness again.
+
+ _Hamlin Garland_
+
+
+
+
+_Two Old Men_
+
+
+ _Sit-by-the-Fire_:
+
+ Men travel far and far away
+ To come home on a happy day;
+ And even they whom the roads call
+ Who never know a home at all,
+ They dream, I think, of roads that end
+ At four walls with a fire and friend!
+
+ _Foot-loose_:
+
+ I’ve never seen a hill but I
+ Have dreamed a hill behind it,
+ Nor ever watched a falling star
+ Without the hope I’d find it,
+ And all the islands of the sea
+ Have known my name and called to me!
+
+ _Sit-by-the-Fire_:
+
+ I have planted apple trees
+ And eaten at my pleasure,
+ My house is full of memories
+ For an old man to treasure.
+ This I have and that I have,
+ And you may see them standing,
+ Silver in the dining room,
+ An old clock on the landing!
+
+ _Foot-loose_:
+
+ I have neither house nor tree,
+ Nor heirs alert and knowing,
+ The four roads of eternity
+ Are ways I would be going.
+ Vagabonding in the skies
+ I will not ask for Paradise!
+
+ _Louise Driscoll_
+
+
+
+
+_The Best Road of All_
+
+
+ I like a road that leads away to prospects white and fair,
+ A road that is an ordered road, like a nun’s evening prayer;
+ But best of all I love a road that leads to God knows where.
+
+ You come upon it suddenly--you cannot seek it out;
+ It’s like a secret still unheard and never noised about;
+ But when you see it, gone at once is every lurking doubt.
+
+ It winds beside some rushing stream where aspens lightly quiver;
+ It follows many a broken field by many a shining river;
+ It seems to lead you on and on, forever and forever!
+
+ You tramp along its dusty way beneath the shadowy trees,
+ And hear beside you chattering birds or happy booming bees,
+ And all around you golden sounds, the green leaves’ litanies.
+
+ And here’s a hedge and there’s a cot; and then, strange, sudden turns--
+ A dip, a rise, a little glimpse where the red sunset burns;
+ A bit of sky at evening time, the scent of hidden ferns.
+
+ A winding road, a loitering road, the finger mark of God,
+ Traced when the Maker of the world leaned over ways untrod.
+ See! Here He smiled His glowing smile, and lo, the goldenrod!
+
+ I like a road that wanders straight; the King’s highway is fair,
+ And lovely are the sheltered lanes that take you here and there;
+ But best of all I love a road that leads to God knows where.
+
+ _Charles Hanson Towne_
+
+
+
+
+_The Cry of the Dreamer_
+
+
+ I am tired of planning and toiling
+ In the crowded hives of men,
+ Heart-weary of building and spoiling,
+ And spoiling and building again,
+ And I long for the dear old river,
+ Where I dreamed my youth away;
+ For a dreamer lives forever,
+ And a toiler dies in a day.
+
+ I am sick of the showy seeming,
+ Of life that is half a lie;
+ Of the faces lined with scheming
+ In the throng that hurries by;
+ From the sleepless thought’s endeavor
+ I would go where the children play;
+ For a dreamer lives forever,
+ And a thinker dies in a day.
+
+ I can feel no pride, but pity,
+ For the burdens the rich endure;
+ There is nothing sweet in the city
+ But the patient lives of the poor.
+ Oh, the little hands too skillful,
+ And the child-mind choked with weeds!
+ The daughter’s heart grown willful
+ And the father’s heart that bleeds!
+
+ No! No! from the streets’ rude bustle,
+ From trophies of mart and stage,
+ I would fly to the wood’s low rustle
+ And the meadows’ kindly page.
+ Let me dream as of old by the river,
+ And be loved for my dreams alway;
+ For a dreamer lives forever,
+ And a toiler dies in a day.
+
+ _John Boyle O’Reilly_
+
+
+
+
+_Highways_
+
+
+ Who’s learned the lure of trodden ways,
+ And walked them up and down,
+ May love a steeple in a mist,
+ But cannot love a town.
+
+ Who’s worn a bit of purple once
+ Can never, never lie
+ All smothered in a little box
+ When stars are in the sky.
+
+ Who’s sipped old port in Venice glass
+ May thirst for better brew--He’s
+ drunk an amber wine of sun
+ And wet his mouth with dew!
+
+ Who’s ground the grist of trodden ways--
+ The gray dust and the brown--
+ May love red tiling two miles off--
+ But cannot love a town.
+
+ _Leslie Nelson Jennings_
+
+
+
+
+_Afoot and Light-Hearted_
+
+
+ Afoot and light-hearted, I take to the open road,
+ Healthy, free, the world before me,
+ The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.
+
+ Henceforth I ask not good-fortune--I myself am good-fortune;
+ Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
+ Strong and content I travel the open road.
+
+ _Walt Whitman_
+
+
+
+
+_The Path that Leads to Nowhere_
+
+
+ There’s a path that leads to Nowhere
+ In a meadow that I know,
+ Where an inland island rises
+ And the stream is still and slow;
+ There it wanders under willows
+ And beneath the silver green
+ Of the birches’ silent shadows
+ Where the early violets lean.
+
+ Other pathways lead to Somewhere,
+ But the one I love so well
+ Had no end and no beginning--
+ Just the beauty of the dell,
+ Just the windflowers and the lilies
+ Yellow striped as adder’s tongue,
+ Seem to satisfy my pathway
+ As it winds their sweets among.
+
+ There I go to meet the Springtime,
+ When the meadow is aglow,
+ Marigolds amid the marshes,--
+ And the stream is still and slow.--
+ There I find my fair oasis,
+ And with care-free feet I tread
+ For the pathway leads to Nowhere,
+ And the blue is overhead!
+
+ All the ways that lead to Somewhere
+ Echo with the hurrying feet
+ Of the Struggling and the Striving,
+ But the way I find so sweet
+ Bids me dream and bids me linger,
+ Joy and Beauty are its goal,--
+ On the path that leads to Nowhere
+ I have sometimes found my soul!
+
+ _Corinne Roosevelt Robinson_
+
+
+
+
+_City-Weary_
+
+
+ Come, let’s get out of here! Out of the din of it,
+ Out of the bickering, out of the sin of it,
+ Out of the smoke of it, out of the noise of it,
+ Out of the pitiful, lean, leering joys of it.
+ Come on, let’s go
+ To a hilltop I know,
+ Where the air is washed clean,
+ And the trees are a-gleam
+ With the gold of the sun,
+ And there’s naught to be done
+ Save to lie there and look
+ At life’s beauties and dream.
+
+ Come, let’s get out of here! Out of the stress of it,
+ Out of the paint and the powder and dress of it,
+ Out of the cry at the loss or the gain of it,
+ Out of the hurt and the grief and the pain of it.
+ Let’s slip away
+ To the fields for a day,
+ Where there is nothing
+ On counters and shelves,
+ Nothing to strive for,
+ To work or contrive for,
+ Let’s leave the city
+ And just be ourselves.
+
+ Come, let’s get out of here! Out of the crush of it,
+ Out of the bedlam and out of the rush of it,
+ Out of the sham of it, out of the heat of it,
+ Out of the withering, scornful conceit of it.
+ Come on! Let’s go
+ Where the clean breezes blow,
+ Out where the splendors
+ Are all that they seem;
+ Let’s merely walk awhile,
+ Ponder and talk awhile,
+ Giving our souls
+ The full sweep of a dream.
+
+ _Edgar A. Guest_
+
+
+
+
+_The Faun_
+
+
+ I will go out to grass with that old King,
+ For I am weary of clothes and cooks.
+ I long to paddle with the throats of brooks,
+ To lie down with the clover
+ Tickling me all over,
+ And watch the boughs above me sway and swing.
+ Come, I will pluck off custom’s livery,
+ Nor longer be a lackey to old Time.
+ Time shall serve me, and at my feet shall fling
+ The spoil of listless minutes. I shall climb
+ The wild trees for my food, and run
+ Through dale and upland as a fox runs free,
+ Laugh for cool joy and sleep i’ the warm sun,--
+ And men will call me mad, like that old King.
+
+ For I am woodland-nurtur’d, and have made
+ Dryads my bedfellows,
+ And I have played
+ With the sleek Naiads in the splash of pools
+ And made a mock of gowned and trousered fools.
+ And I am half Faun now, and my heart goes
+ Out to the forest and the crack of twigs,
+ The drip of wet leaves, and the low soft laughter
+ Of brooks that chuckle o’er old mossy jests
+ And say them over to themselves, the nests
+ Of squirrels, and the holes the chipmunk digs,
+ Where through the branches the slant rays
+ Dapple with sunlight the leaf-matted ground,
+ And th’ wind comes with blown vesture rustling after,
+ And through the woven lattice of crisp sound
+ A bird’s song lightens like a maiden’s face.
+
+ Oh, goodly damp smell of the ground!
+ Oh, rough sweet bark of the trees!
+ Oh, clear sharp cracklings of sound!
+ Oh, life that’s a-thrill and a-bound
+ With the vigor of boyhood and morning and the noontide’s rapture of ease!
+ Was there ever a weary heart in the world?
+ A lag in the body’s urge, or a flag of the spirit’s wing?
+ Did a man’s heart ever break
+ For a lost hope’s sake?
+ For here there is lilt in the quiet and calm in the quiver of things.
+ Ay, this old oak, gray-grown and knurled,
+ Solemn and sturdy and big,
+ Is as young of heart, as alert and elate in his rest,
+ As the oriole there that clings to the tip of the twig
+ And scolds at the wind that it buffets too rudely his nest.
+
+ _Richard Hovey_
+
+
+
+
+_The Call of the Wild_[1]
+
+
+ Have you gazed on naked grandeur where there’s nothing else to gaze on,
+ Set pieces and drop-curtain scenes galore,
+ Big mountains heaved to heaven, which the blinding sunsets blazon,
+ Black canyons where the rapids rip and roar?
+ Have you swept the visioned valley with the green stream
+ streaking through it,
+ Searched the Vastness for a something you have lost?
+ Have you strung your soul to silence? Then for God’s sake go and do it;
+ Hear the challenge, learn the lesson, pay the cost.
+
+ Have you wandered in the wilderness, the sage-brush desolation,
+ The bunch-grass levels where the cattle graze?
+ Have you whistled bits of rag-time at the end of all creation,
+ And learned to know the desert’s little ways?
+ Have you camped upon the foothills, have you galloped o’er the ranges,
+ Have you roamed the arid sun-lands through and through?
+ Have you chummed up with the mesa? Do you know its moods and changes?
+ Then listen to the wild--it’s calling you.
+
+ Have you known the Great White Silence, not a snow-gemmed twig aquiver?
+ (Eternal truths that shame our soothing lies.)
+ Have you broken trail on snowshoes? mushed your huskies up the river,
+ Dared the unknown, led the way, and clutched the prize?
+ Have you marked the map’s void spaces, mingled with the mongrel races,
+ Felt the savage strength of brute in every thew?
+ And though grim as hell the worst is, can you round it off with curses?
+ Then hearken to the Wild--it’s wanting you.
+
+ Have you suffered, starved and triumphed, grovelled down,
+ yet grasped at glory,
+ Grown bigger in the bigness of the whole?
+ “Done things” just for the doing, letting babblers tell the story,
+ Seeing through the nice veneer the naked soul?
+ Have you seen God in His splendors, heard the text that nature renders?
+ (You’ll never hear it in the family pew.)
+ The simple things, the true things, the silent men who do things--
+ Then listen to the Wild,--it’s calling you.
+
+ They have cradled you in custom, they have primed you with their preaching,
+ They have soaked you in convention through and through;
+ They have put you in a showcase; you’re a credit to their teaching--
+ But can’t you hear the Wild?--it’s calling you.
+ Let us probe the silent places, let us seek what luck betide us;
+ Let us journey to a lonely land I know.
+ There’s a whisper on the night-wind, there’s a star agleam to guide us,
+ And the Wild is calling, calling ... let us go.
+
+ _Robert W. Service_
+
+[1] From “The Spell of the Yukon and Other Verses” by Robert W.
+Service. Copyright by Barse & Hopkins, Newark, N. J.
+
+
+
+
+_A City Voice_
+
+
+ Outside here in the city the burning pavements lie,
+ There’s heat and grime and blown black dust to help the day go by,
+ There’s the groaning of the city like a goaded, beaten beast;--
+ I know a place where God’s great trees go up to meet His sky--
+ Like an army green with banners, and a happy wind released,
+ Goes swinging like a merry child among the branches high.
+
+ Outside here in the city there’s a poison in the air--The
+ fevered, heavy hand o’ heat that smites and may not spare;
+ There’s little comfort in the night--there’s torment in the day;--
+ I know a place where cool and deep the quiet lake lies bare,
+ All day about its shaded brink the wild birds dart and play,
+ And willows dip their finger-tips like dainty ladies there.
+
+ Oh, the heart of me is hungering for my own, own place!
+ I’m tortured with the slaying heat, the dizzy headrace.
+ Oh, for the soft, cold touch of grass about my tired feet,
+ The breath of pine and cedar blown against my weary face,
+ The lip-lap of the water like a little song and sweet,
+ And God’s green trees and God’s blue skies above me for a space.
+
+ _Theodosia Garrison_
+
+
+
+
+_Fishing_
+
+
+ A day to dream
+ Along a stream,
+ The song of birds
+ Instead of words,
+ And pictures rare
+ Flung everywhere.
+
+ Instead of smoke
+ To blind and choke,
+ An atmosphere
+ That’s sweet and clear,
+ The trees instead
+ Of chimneys red.
+
+ A patch of sky
+ To rest the eye;
+ Instead of noise,
+ A thousand joys;
+ Instead of greed,
+ A kindlier creed.
+
+ A day to dream
+ Along the stream,
+ To think and plan,
+ Restores a man,
+ And this he knows
+ Who fishing goes.
+
+ _Edgar A. Guest_
+
+
+
+
+_Camping Song_
+
+
+ Has your dinner lost its savor?
+ Has your greeting lost its cheer?
+ Is your daily stunt a burden?
+ Is your laughter half a sneer?
+ There’s a medicine to cure you,
+ There’s a way to lift your load,
+ With a horse and a saddle and a mile of open road.
+
+ Is your eyeball growing bilious?
+ Is your temper getting short?
+ Is this life a blind delusion,
+ Or a grim, unlovely sport?
+ There’s a world of health and beauty,
+ There’s a help that cannot fail,
+ In a day behind the burros
+ On a dusty mountain trail.
+
+ Come out, old man, we’re going
+ To a land that’s free and large,
+ Where the rainless skies are resting
+ On a snowy mountain marge.
+ When we camp in God’s own country,
+ You will find yourself again,
+ With a fire and a blanket and the stars upon the plain!
+
+ _Bliss Carman_
+
+
+
+
+_The Green Inn_
+
+
+ The roof is high and arched and blue,
+ The floor is spread with pine;
+ On my four walls the sunlight falls
+ In golden flecks and fine;
+ And swift and fleet on noiseless feet
+ The Four Winds bring me wine.
+
+ Here none may mock an empty purse
+ Or ragged coat and poor,
+ But Silence waits within the gates,
+ And Peace beside the door;
+ The weary guest is welcomest,
+ The richest pays no score.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ Oh, you who in the House of Strife
+ Quarrel and game and sin,
+ Come out and see what cheer may be
+ For starveling souls and thin
+ Who come at last from drought and fast
+ To sit in God’s Green Inn.
+
+ _Theodosia Garrison_
+
+
+
+
+_Wanderlust_
+
+
+ The highways and the byways, the kind sky folding all,
+ And never a care to drag me back and never a voice to call;
+ Only the call of the long white road to the far horizon’s wall.
+
+ The glad seas and the mad seas, the seas on a night of June,
+ And never a hand to beckon back from the path of the new-lit moon;
+ Never a night that lasts too long or a dawn that breaks too soon!
+
+ The shrill breeze and the hill breeze, the sea breeze fierce and bold,
+ And never a breeze that gives the lie to a tale that a breeze has told;
+ Always the tale of the strange and new in the countries strange and old.
+
+ _Isabel Ecclestone Mackay_
+
+
+
+
+_Song_[2]
+
+
+ Something calls and whispers, along the city street,
+ Through shrill cries of children and soft stir of feet,
+ And makes my blood to quicken and makes my flesh to pine.
+ The mountains are calling; the winds wake the pine.
+
+ Past the quivering poplars that tell of water near
+ The long road is sleeping, the white road is clear.
+ Yet scent and touch can summon, afar from brook and tree,
+ The deep boom of surges, the gray waste of sea.
+
+ Sweet to dream and linger, in windless orchard close,
+ On bright brows of ladies to garland the rose,
+ But all the time are glowing, beyond this little world,
+ The still light of planets and the star-swarms whirled.
+
+ _Georgiana Goddard King_
+
+[2] From “The Way of Perfect Love.”
+
+
+
+
+_In City Streets_
+
+
+ Yonder in the heather there’s a bed for sleeping,
+ Drink for one athirst, ripe blackberries to eat;
+ Yonder in the sun the merry hares go leaping,
+ And the pool is clear for travel-wearied feet.
+ Sorely throb my feet, a-tramping London highways,
+ (Ah! the springy moss upon a northern moor!)
+ Through the endless streets, the gloomy squares and byways,
+ Homeless in the City, poor among the poor!
+
+ London streets are gold--ah, give me leaves a-glinting
+ ’Midst grey dykes and hedges in the autumn sun!
+ London water’s wine, poured out for all unstinting--
+ God! For the little brooks that tumble as they run!
+
+ Oh, my heart is fain to hear the soft wind blowing,
+ Soughing through the fir-tops up on northern fells!
+ Oh, my eye’s an ache to see the brown burns flowing
+ Through the peaty soil and tinkling heatherbells.
+
+ _Ada Smith_
+
+
+
+
+“_Up! Up! My Friend, and Quit Your Books_”
+
+
+ Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
+ Or surely you’ll grow double:
+ Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
+ Why all this toil and trouble?
+
+ The sun, above the mountain’s head,
+ A freshening lustre mellow
+ Through all the long green fields has spread,
+ His first sweet evening yellow.
+
+ Books! ’tis a dull and endless strife:
+ Come, hear the woodland linnet,
+ How sweet his music! on my life,
+ There’s more of wisdom in it.
+
+ And hark! how blithe the throstle sings,
+ He, too, is no mean preacher:
+ Come forth into the light of things,
+ Let Nature be your Teacher.
+
+ She has a world of ready wealth,
+ Our minds and hearts to bless--
+ Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,
+ Truth breathed by cheerfulness.
+
+ One impulse from a vernal wood
+ May teach you more of man,
+ Of moral evil and of good,
+ Than all the sages can.
+
+ Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;
+ Our meddling intellect
+ Misshapes the beauteous forms of things:--
+ We murder to dissect.
+
+ Enough of Science and of Art;
+ Close up these barren leaves;
+ Come forth, and bring with you a heart
+ That watches and receives.
+
+ _William Wordsworth_
+
+
+
+
+_Road Song_
+
+
+ It’s home for me and a snug roof-tree
+ When frosts hold the earth in thrall,
+ But it’s hey, I say, for the broad highway,
+ When the young year’s voices call.
+ ’Tis then I would be rolling off,
+ A-bowling off, a-strolling off--
+ An errant leaf bound whitherward
+ The wind of fancy wills;
+ ’Tis then I would be going off,
+ A-whirling off, a-blowing off
+ Along the road that leads away
+ Beyond the purple hills.
+
+ ’Twas hearth and home when the sky’s gray dome
+ Hung low and the north wind skirled;
+ Now it’s hey for the reel of the out-bound keel,
+ And it’s ho for the great round world.
+ ’Tis now I would be roving off
+ A-shoving off, a-moving off
+ To where the far horizon shows
+ Mysterious and dim;
+ It’s time that I was shipping off
+ A-rising and a-dipping off
+ To strange and unknown ports that lie
+ Below the round world’s rim.
+
+ Oh, some were made for peaceful shade
+ Of their vine and their own fig tree,
+ But marked of fate with the gipsy trait,
+ It’s the open road for me.
+ And so I would be pushing on,
+ A-trekking on, a-mushing on,
+ And leave the old well-trodden trails
+ Long merry miles behind.
+ ’Tis joyful I’d go swinging off,
+ A-whooping and a-singing off,
+ As goal-less as a vagrant crow
+ A-winging down the wind.
+
+ _James Stuart Montgomery_
+
+
+
+
+_Walking at Night_
+
+
+ My face is wet with the rain
+ But my heart is warm to the core,
+ For I follow at will again
+ The road that I loved of yore;
+ And the dim trees beat the dark,
+ And the swelling ditches moan,
+ But my heart is a singing, soaring lark
+ For I travel the road alone.
+ Alone in the living night
+ Away from the babble of tongues;
+ Alone with the old delight
+ Of the night wind in my lungs;
+ And the wet air on my cheeks
+ And the warm blood in my veins,
+ Alone with the joy he knows who seeks
+ The thresh of the young spring rains,
+ With the smell of the pelted earth,
+ The tearful drip of the trees,
+ Making him dream of the sound of mirth
+ That comes with the clearing breeze.
+ ’Tis a rare and wondrous sight
+ To tramp the wet awhile
+ And watch the slow delight
+ Of the sun’s first pallid smile,
+ And hear the meadows breathe again
+ And see the far woods turn green,
+ Drunk with the glory of wind and rain
+ And the sun’s warm smile between!
+ I have made me a vagrant song,
+ For my heart is warm to the core,
+ And I’m glad, oh, glad that the night is long
+ For I travel the road once more.
+ And the dim trees beat the dark
+ And the swelling ditches moan,
+ With the joy of the singing, soaring lark
+ I travel the road, alone!
+
+ _Amory Hare_
+
+
+
+
+_Road Song_
+
+
+ Give me the clear blue sky overhead, and the long road to my feet,
+ And the winds of heaven to winnow me through, and a
+ brother tramp to greet,
+ With an Inn at the end of day for rest, and the world may
+ keep its bays--
+ For these are the gifts of the wayside gods, and the gifts
+ that I would praise.
+
+ Come from the murk of your city streets to the tent of all the world,
+ When your final word on Art is said, and your flag of Faith is furled,
+ When your heart no longer gives a throb at the first faint
+ breath of Spring--
+ Ah, turn your feet to the ribbon-road with a chorus all may sing!
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ Then give me the clear blue sky overhead, and the long road to my feet,
+ And a dog to tell my secrets to, and a brother tramp to meet--
+ And the years may take their toll of me till I come to the weary West,
+ And I lodge for good in the world’s own Inn, a wayworn, waiting guest!
+
+ _W. G. Tinckom-Fernandez_
+
+
+
+
+_A Song of the Open Road_
+
+
+ The old Earth-Mother calls us,
+ And we hearken unto her cry,
+ For we dare not question her bidding
+ Lest we sicken and droop and die.
+ The spirit of change is burning
+ As a fever in heart and brain.
+ In the ranks of the Free Companions
+ We must take to the road again.
+
+ We have lain in the tents of the dwellers;
+ We have ta’en of their drink and food;
+ We, that were weary, have slumbered,
+ Have slumbered and found rest good.
+ We have kissed the lips of their maidens,
+ From their kin we have chosen our brides;
+ But the summons has come from the Mother,
+ And no one who hears it abides.
+
+ We do the will of the Mother,
+ We bow to the Word she sends,
+ Though we know not whither we journey,
+ Nor the goal where the journey ends.
+ On the quest of the Strange Adventure
+ We sally, hand-in-hand,
+ As the men of the days nomadic
+ When the hunter was lord in the land.
+
+ The winds a-sweep through the forests
+ Shall brace our souls for the march,
+ The balm of the dews descending
+ Shall chasten the heats that parch.
+ Through vista of brakes entangled
+ The stars shall guide, in the night,
+ By day the sun shall quicken
+ The pulse of our life’s delight.
+
+ Ho! for the zest of travel,
+ The wayfarer’s romance,
+ The joy of the unexpected,
+ The hope of the noble chance.
+ We have girded our feet with sandals,
+ We carry the pilgrim’s load.
+ In the ranks of the Free Companions
+ We take to the open road.
+
+ _Louis J. McQuilland_
+
+
+
+
+_A Maine Trail_
+
+
+ Come follow, heart upon your sleeve,
+ The trail, a-teasing by,
+ Past tasseled corn and fresh-mown hay,
+ Trim barns and farm-house shy,
+ Past hollyhocks and white well-sweep,
+ Through pastures bare and wild,
+ Oh come, let’s fare to the heart-o’-the-wood
+ With the faith of a little child.
+
+ Strike in by the gnarled way through the swamp
+ Where late the laurel shone,
+ An intimate close where you meet yourself
+ And come unto your own,
+ By bouldered brook to the hidden spring
+ Where breath of ferns blows sweet
+ And swift birds break the silence as
+ Their shadows cross your feet.
+
+ Stout-hearted thrust through gold-green copse
+ To garner the woodland glee,
+ To weave a garment of warm delight,
+ Of sun-spun ecstasy;
+ ’Twill shield you all winter from frosty eyes,
+ ’Twill shield your heart from cold;
+ Such greens!--how the Lord Himself loves green!
+ Such sun!--how He loves the gold!
+
+ Then on till flaming fireweed
+ Is quenched in forest deep;
+ Tread soft! The sumptuous paven moss
+ Is spread for Dryads’ sleep;
+ And list ten thousand thousand spruce
+ Lift up their voice to God--We
+ can a little understand,
+ Born of the self-same sod.
+
+ Oh, come, the welcoming trees lead on,
+ Their guests are we to-day;
+ Shy violets smile, proud branches bow,
+ Gay mushrooms mark the way;
+ The silence is a courtesy,
+ The well-bred calm of kings;
+ Come haste! the hour sets its face
+ Unto great Happenings.
+
+ _Gertrude Huntington McGiffert_
+
+
+
+
+_The Spell of the Pool_
+
+
+ There’s a crystal-arrowed riffle at the turning of the river,
+ There’s a waterfall where nature teaches school,
+ There’s a bank of swaying alder with each budding twig aquiver--
+ And there’s magic in the murmur of the pool!
+
+ Can’t you see the cold, blue water as it eddies, sparkles, flashes
+ In the willow-shadowed reaches of the stream,
+ And the ever-widening ripples where the trout, in falling, splashes
+ As the osprey drops his quarry with a scream?
+
+ _L. Burton Crane, Jr._
+
+
+
+
+_The Lake_
+
+
+ There is a lake--but I forget its name,
+ That flickers in my memory like flame!
+
+ Guarded by Dolomites whose magic glow
+ Of red primeval merges into snow.
+
+ A lake so beautiful, God gave it birth
+ By melting one vast emerald on earth!
+
+ A lake so strange, that, did its waters part,
+ Undine would be enshrined within its heart.
+
+ And as with lovely sound the air may fill,
+ Though chords are hushed and all the strings be still,
+
+ So will this lake--but I forget its name--
+ Flicker within my memory like flame!
+
+ _Eleanour Norton_
+
+
+
+
+_The Great Outdoors_
+
+
+ O great outdoors, without floors,
+ Or walls, or roofs, or bounds,
+ Grant this day that I may stray
+ Amidst thy plains and mounds,
+ Let me be among the free
+ That climb thy purple hills;
+ Let me breathe the scents that wreathe
+ Thy violet bordered rills:
+ Let thy sun, till day be done,
+ Shine from out thy great blue sky;
+ Let thy starlight and the still night
+ Soothe my rest when down I lie;
+ Let the shadows cool the meadows,
+ And the night sounds whisper low,
+ In the stillness of thy valleys
+ Where the waters lap and flow.
+
+ _Maud Russell_
+
+
+
+
+_Come, Spur Away!_
+
+
+ Come, spur away,
+ I have no patience for a longer stay,
+ But must go down
+ And leave the chargeable noise of this great town:
+ I will the country see,
+ Where old simplicity,
+ Though hid in gray,
+ Doth look more gay
+ Than foppery in plush and scarlet clad.
+ Farewell, you city wits, that are
+ Almost at civil war--
+ ’Tis time that I grow wise, when all the world grows mad.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ Ours is the sky,
+ Where at what fowl we please our hawk shall fly:
+ Nor will we spare
+ To hunt the crafty fox or timorous hare;
+ But let our hounds run loose
+ In any ground they’ll choose;
+ The buck shall fall,
+ The stag, and all.
+ Our pleasures must from their own warrants be,
+ For to my Muse, if not to me,
+ I’m sure all game is free:
+ Heaven, earth, are all but parts of her great royalty.
+
+ _Thomas Randolph_
+
+
+
+
+_Hunting Song_
+
+
+ Oh, who would stay indoor, indoor,
+ When the horn is on the hill? (_Bugle_: Tarantara!)
+ With the crisp air stinging, and the huntsmen singing,
+ And a ten-tined buck to kill!
+
+ Before the sun goes down, goes down,
+ We shall slay the buck of ten; (_Bugle_: Tarantara!)
+ And the priest shall say benison, and we shall ha’e venison,
+ When we come home again.
+
+ Let him that loves his ease, his ease,
+ Keep close and house him fair; (_Bugle_: Tarantara!)
+ We’ll still be a stranger to the merry thrill of danger
+ And the joy of the open air.
+
+ But he that loves the hills, the hills,
+ Let him come out to-day! (_Bugle_: Tarantara!)
+ For the horses are neighing, and the hounds are baying,
+ And the hunt’s up, and away!
+
+ _Richard Hovey_
+
+
+
+
+_The Call_
+
+
+ Have you heard the calling, calling, of the Distance,
+ Through the purple reaches where the mountains wait;
+ With Dreamland round their shoulders, where the sunset fire smoulders--
+ Oh, the guarding Distance calls us from their gate.
+
+ In the morning it entices with the sunrise,
+ In the evening it is urging through the gold;
+ We must heed the sweet insistence, for this mystic blue-veiled Distance
+ Hides our wished-for land of Dreams within its hold.
+
+ We will cinch the saddle tighter, tie the strings of wide sombrero,
+ While the mists about the top are gray and dim;
+ With the eager trail uptrending, and the morning sky low bending--
+ Oh, the evening star will we see o’er the rim.
+
+ When the wind blows thin and keen about the summit,
+ And the camp-fire sparkles warm upon the brim,
+ On a couch of pine boughs fragrant, who would scorn to be a vagrant,
+ And follow when the Distance calls to him?
+
+ _Cora D. Fenton_
+
+
+
+
+_The King’s Highway_
+
+“El Camino Real”
+
+
+ All in the golden weather, forth let us ride to-day,
+ You and I together, on the King’s Highway,
+ The blue skies above us, and below the shining sea;
+ There’s many a road to travel, but it’s this road for me.
+
+ It’s a long road and sunny, and the fairest in the world--
+ There are peaks that rise above it in their snowy mantles curled,
+ And it leads from the mountains through a hedge of chaparral,
+ Down to the waters where the sea gulls call.
+
+ It’s a long road and sunny, it’s a long road and old,
+ And the brown padres made it for the flocks of the fold;
+ They made it for the sandals of the sinner-fold that trod
+ From the fields in the open to the shelter-house of God.
+
+ They made it for the sandals of the sinner-fold of old;
+ Now the flocks they are scattered and death keeps the fold;
+ But you and I together we will take the road to-day,
+ With the breath in our nostrils, on the King’s Highway.
+
+ We will take the road together through the morning’s golden glow,
+ And we’ll dream of those who trod it in the mellowed long ago;
+ We will stop at the Missions where the sleeping padres lay,
+ And we’ll bend a knee above them for their souls’ sake to pray.
+
+ We’ll ride through the valleys where the blossom’s on the tree,
+ Through the orchards and the meadows with the bird and the bee,
+ And we’ll take the rising hills where the manzanitas grow,
+ Past the gray tails of waterfalls where blue violets blow.
+
+ Old Conquistadores, oh, brown priests and all,
+ Give us your ghosts for company when night begins to fall;
+ There’s many a road to travel, but it’s this road to-day,
+ With the breath of God about us on the King’s Highway.
+
+ _John Steven McGroarty_
+
+
+
+
+_God Made This Day For Me_
+
+
+ Jes’ the sort o’ weather and jes’ the sort o’ sky
+ Which seem to suit my fancy, with the white clouds driftin’ by
+ On a sea o’ smooth blue water. Oh, I ain’t an egotist,
+ With an “I” in all my thinkin’, but I’m willin’ to insist
+ That the Lord that made us humans and the birds in every tree
+ Knows my special sort o’ weather an’ He made this day fer me.
+
+ This is jes’ my style o’ weather--sunshine floodin’ all the place,
+ An’ the breezes from the eastward blowin’ gently on my face.
+ An’ the woods chock-full o’ singin’ till you’d think birds never had
+ A single care to fret ’em or a grief to make ’em sad.
+ Oh, I settle down contented in the shadow of a tree,
+ An’ tell myself right proudly that the day was made fer me.
+
+ It’s my day, sky an’ sunshine, an’ the temper o’ the breeze,
+ Here’s the weather I would fashion could I run things as I please--
+ Beauty dancin’ all around me, music ringin’ everywhere,
+ Like a weddin’ celebration. Why I’ve plumb fergot my care
+ An’ the tasks I should be doin’ fer the rainy days to be
+ While I’m huggin’ the delusion that God made this day fer me.
+
+ _Edgar A. Guest_
+
+
+
+
+_The Country Faith_
+
+
+ Here in the country’s heart
+ Where the grass is green
+ Life is the same sweet life
+ As it e’er hath been.
+
+ Trust in a God still lives,
+ And the bell at morn
+ Floats with a thought of God
+ O’er the rising corn.
+
+ God comes down in the rain,
+ And the crop grows tall--
+ This is the country faith,
+ And the best of all!
+
+ _Norman Gale_
+
+
+
+
+_Green Things Growing_
+
+
+
+
+ _Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool?
+ Nay, but I have a sign;
+ ’Tis very sure God walks in mine._
+
+ THOMAS E. BROWN
+
+
+
+
+_Afoot_
+
+
+ Comes the lure of green things growing,
+ Comes the call of waters flowing--
+ And the wayfarer desire
+ Moves and wakes and would be going.
+
+ Hark the migrant hosts of June
+ Marching nearer noon by noon!
+ Hark the gossip of the grasses
+ Bivouacked beneath the moon!
+
+ Long the quest and far the ending
+ When my wayfarer is wending--
+ When desire is once afoot,
+ Doom behind and dream attending!
+
+ In his ears the phantom chime
+ Of incommunicable rhyme,
+ He shall chase the fleeting camp-fires
+ Of the Bedouins of Time.
+
+ Farer by uncharted ways,
+ Dumb as death to plaint or praise,
+ Unreturning he shall journey,
+ Fellow to the nights and days;
+
+ Till upon the outer bar
+ Stilled the moaning currents are,
+ Till the flame achieves the zenith,
+ Till the moth attains the star,
+
+ Till through laughter and through tears
+ Fair the final peace appears,
+ And about the watered pastures
+ Sink to sleep the nomad years!
+
+ _Charles G. D. Roberts_
+
+
+
+
+_Grace for Gardens_
+
+
+ Lord God in Paradise,
+ Look upon our sowing,
+ Bless the little gardens
+ And the good green growing!
+ Give us sun,
+ Give us rain,
+ Bless the orchards
+ And the grain!
+
+ Lord God in Paradise,
+ Please bless the beans and peas,
+ Give us corn full on the ear--
+ We will praise Thee, Lord, for these!
+ Bless the blossom
+ And the root,
+ Bless the seed
+ And the fruit!
+
+ Lord God in Paradise,
+ Over my brown field is seen,
+ Trembling and adventuring,
+ A miracle of green.
+ Send such grace
+ As you know,
+ To keep it safe
+ And make it grow!
+
+ Lord God in Paradise,
+ For the wonder of the seed,
+ Wondering, we praise you, while
+ We tell you of our need.
+ Look down from Paradise,
+ Look upon our sowing,
+ Bless the little gardens
+ And the good green growing!
+ Give us sun,
+ Give us rain,
+ Bless the orchards
+ And the grain!
+
+ _Louise Driscoll_
+
+
+
+
+_My Garden_
+
+
+ A garden is a lovesome thing, Got wot!
+ Rose plot,
+ Fringed pool,
+ Ferned grot--
+ The veriest school
+ Of peace; and yet the fool
+ Contends that God is not--
+ Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool!
+ Nay, but I have a sign;
+ ’Tis very sure God walks in mine.
+
+ _Thomas E. Brown_
+
+
+
+
+_April_
+
+
+ The charm is working, now,
+ On the alder bough;
+ Odors are afloat;
+ The brook has a new note;
+ Nightly in the silence grow
+ Murmurs only lovers know,--
+ Love’s own minstrelsy
+ Beginning in the tree;
+ The airy hammers of the rain
+ Tap--are still again.
+
+ _John Vance Cheney_
+
+
+
+
+_A Song the Grass Sings_
+
+
+ The violet is much too shy,
+ The rose too little so;
+ I think I’ll ask the buttercup
+ If I may be her beau.
+
+ When winds go by, I’ll nod to her
+ And she will nod to me,
+ And I will kiss her on the cheek
+ As gently as may be.
+
+ And when the mower cuts us down,
+ Together we will pass,
+ I smiling at the buttercup,
+ She smiling at the grass.
+
+ _Charles G. Blanden_
+
+
+
+
+_The Young Dandelion_
+
+
+ I am a bold fellow
+ As ever was seen,
+ With my shield of yellow,
+ In the grass green.
+
+ You may uproot me
+ From field and from lane,
+ Trample me, cull me--
+ I spring up again.
+
+ I never flinch, sir,
+ Wherever I dwell,
+ Give me an inch, sir,
+ I’ll soon take an ell.
+
+ Drive me from garden,
+ In anger and pride,
+ I’ll thrive and harden
+ By the roadside.
+
+ _Dinah Mulock Craik_
+
+
+
+
+_Sunflowers_
+
+
+ My tall sunflowers love the sun,
+ Love the burning August noons
+ When the locust tunes its viol,
+ And the cricket croons.
+
+ When the purple night draws on,
+ With its planets hung on high,
+ And the attared winds of slumber
+ Wander down the sky.
+
+ Still my sunflowers love the sun,
+ Keep their ward and watch and wait
+ Till the rosy key of morning
+ Opes the eastern gate.
+
+ Then, when they have deeply quaffed
+ From the brimming cups of dew,
+ You can hear their golden laughter
+ All the garden through!
+
+ _Clinton Scollard_
+
+
+
+
+_Wishing_
+
+
+ Ring-ting! I wish I were a primrose,
+ A bright yellow primrose, blooming in the spring!
+ The stooping boughs above me,
+ The wandering bee to love me,
+ The ferns and moss to creep across,
+ And the elm-tree for our king!
+
+ Nay--stay! I wish I were an elm-tree,
+ A great, lofty elm-tree, with green leaves gay!
+ The winds would set them dancing,
+ The sun and moonshine glance in,
+ The birds would house among the boughs,
+ And ever sweetly sing!
+
+ Oh--no! I wish I were a robin,
+ A robin or a little wren, everywhere to go;
+ Through forest, field, or garden,
+ And ask no leave or pardon,
+ Till winter comes with icy thumbs
+ To ruffle up our wings!
+
+ _William Allingham_
+
+
+
+
+_Rain_
+
+
+ Is it raining, little flower?--
+ Be glad of rain!
+ Too much sun would wither thee;
+ ’Twill shine again.
+
+ The sky is very black, ’tis true;
+ But just behind it shines the blue.
+
+ God watches; and thou wilt have sun,
+ When clouds their perfect work have done.
+
+ _Lucy Larcom_
+
+
+
+
+_To the Dandelion_
+
+
+ Dear common flower, that grow’st beside the way,
+ Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold,
+ First pledge of blithesome May,
+ Which children pluck, and, full of pride uphold,
+ High-hearted buccaneers, o’erjoyed that they
+ An Eldorado in the grass have found,
+ Which not the rich earth’s ample round
+ May match in wealth, thou art more dear to me
+ Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be.
+
+ Gold such as thine ne’er drew the Spanish prow
+ Through the primeval hush of Indian seas,
+ Nor wrinkled the lean brow
+ Of age, to rob the lover’s heart of ease;
+ ’Tis the Spring’s largess, which she scatters now
+ To rich and poor alike, with lavish hand,
+ Though most hearts never understand
+ To take it at God’s value, but pass by
+ The offered wealth with unrewarded eye.
+
+ Thou art my tropics and mine Italy;
+ To look at thee unlocks a warmer clime;
+ The eyes thou givest me
+ Are in the heart, and heed not space or time:
+ Not in mid June the golden-cuirassed bee
+ Feels a more summer-like warm ravishment
+ In the white lily’s breezy tent,
+ His fragrant Sybaris, than I, when first
+ From the dark green thy yellow circles burst.
+
+ Then think I of deep shadows on the grass,
+ Of meadows where in sun the cattle graze,
+ Where, as the breezes pass,
+ The gleaming rushes lean a thousand ways,
+ Of leaves that slumber in a cloudy mass,
+ Or whiten in the wind, of waters blue
+ That from the distance sparkle through
+ Some woodland gap, and of a sky above,
+ Where one white cloud like a stray lamb doth move.
+
+ My childhood’s earliest thoughts are linked with thee;
+ The sight of thee calls back the robin’s song,
+ Who, from the dark old tree
+ Beside the door, sang clearly all day long,
+ And I, secure in childish piety,
+ Listened as if I heard an angel sing
+ With news from heaven, which he could bring
+ Fresh every day to my untainted ears
+ When birds and flowers and I were happy peers.
+
+ How like a prodigal doth nature seem,
+ When thou, for all thy gold, so common art!
+ Thou teachest me to deem
+ More sacredly of every human heart,
+ Since each reflects in joy its scanty gleam
+ Of heaven, and could some wondrous secret show,
+ Did we but pay the love we owe,
+ And with a child’s undoubting wisdom look
+ On all these living pages of God’s book.
+
+ _James Russell Lowell_
+
+
+
+
+_The Grass_
+
+
+ A child said _What is the grass?_ fetching it to me with full hands;
+ How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.
+
+ I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful
+ green stuff woven.
+
+ Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
+ A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt,
+ Bearing the owner’s name someway in the corners, that
+ we may see and remark, and say _Whose?_
+
+ _Walt Whitman_
+
+
+
+
+_Buttercups_
+
+
+ There must be fairy miners
+ Just underneath the mould,
+ Such wondrous quaint designers
+ Who live in caves of gold.
+
+ They take the shining metals,
+ And beat them into shreds;
+ And mould them into petals,
+ To make the flowers’ heads.
+
+ Sometimes they melt the flowers
+ To tiny seeds like pearls,
+ And store them up in bowers
+ For little boys and girls.
+
+ And still a tiny fan turns
+ Above a forge of gold,
+ To keep, with fairy lanterns,
+ The world from growing old.
+
+ _Wilfrid C. Thorley_
+
+
+
+
+_The Lilac_
+
+
+ Who thought of the lilac?
+ “I,” dew said,
+ “I made up the lilac
+ out of my head.”
+
+ “She made up the lilac!
+ Pooh!” thrilled a linnet,
+ and each dew-note had a
+ lilac in it.
+
+ _Humbert Wolfe_
+
+
+
+
+_The Hollyhocks_
+
+
+ The hollyhocks are standing
+ In groups against the wall,
+ Engaged in conversation
+ With the lowly flowers small,
+ That gaze with admiration
+ On floral dames so gay,
+ Who wear such ruffled bonnets
+ Of crimson deep to-day.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ The wind has paused to listen
+ To the dames of high degree,
+ And the mignonette and pansies
+ Are laughing with such glee!
+ The mullein pinks are blushing,
+ And the poppies say, “Oh, see,
+ In the dame’s gay frilled red bonnet
+ She has a bumblebee!”
+
+ _Ray Laurance_
+
+
+
+
+_The Ragged Regiment_
+
+
+ I love the ragged veterans of June,
+ Not your trim troop drill-marshalled for display
+ In gardens fine,--but such as dare the noon
+ With saucy faces by the public way.
+
+ Moth-mullein, with its moth-wing petals white,
+ Round Dandelion, and flouncing Bouncing-Bet,
+ The golden Butter-and-Eggs, and Ox-eye bright,
+ Wild Parsley, and tall Milkweed bee-beset.
+
+ Ha, sturdy tramps of Nature, mustered out
+ From garden service, scorned and set apart,--
+ There’s not one member of your ragged rout
+ But makes a warmth of welcome in my heart.
+
+ _Alice Williams Brotherton_
+
+
+
+
+_Marigolds_
+
+
+ The marigolds are nodding:
+ I wonder what they know.
+ Go, listen very gently;
+ You may persuade them so.
+
+ Go, be their little brother,
+ As humble as the grass,
+ And lean upon the hill-wind,
+ And watch the shadows pass.
+
+ Put off the pride of knowledge,
+ Put by the fear of pain;
+ You may be counted worthy
+ To live with them again.
+
+ Be Darwin in your patience,
+ Be Chaucer in your love;
+ They may relent and tell you
+ What they are thinking of.
+
+ _Bliss Carman_
+
+
+
+
+_In a Garden_
+
+
+ Sky!
+ Why are you so very gay
+ To-day?
+ Dimpled with the clouds at play,
+ Blithe with the sun’s vivacious ray....
+ Why?
+
+ Moon!
+ Why do you pursue me so?
+ Are you whispering
+ That youth passes over-soon?
+ Don’t you know
+ I’ve buried you a dozen times
+ Behind tall buildings?--Pagan thing!
+ The very Churches clutch at you
+ With grasping spires
+ To tear you from the sky!
+ Veil with clouds your glittering
+ Unholy gaze!...
+ Virgin?... You are an aged courtesan
+ Leering at lovers!... leave me, leave me, then!
+ If you were not half-blind, you’d see
+ _I am alone_!... Oh, moon ... stop mocking me!
+
+ Trees!
+ Murmuring to each passing breeze
+ Ancient mysteries--
+ Flowers,
+ Gossiping with drowsy bees
+ In social, chaste amenities--
+ Don’t you know my heart is breaking?
+ Can’t you sympathize with aching
+ Human misery?
+ Are all your little hours
+ Golden as these?
+ Or ... do you hide
+ Your searching, poignant tragedies,
+ Under the hard, bright smile of pride?
+ I think that I shall also go
+ Laughing, ... not too loudly ...
+ Moving with gracious step and slow,
+ Quietly ... proudly ...
+ And then, perhaps, no one will know
+ My heart has died!
+
+ _Theda Kenyon_
+
+
+
+
+_The Dandelions_
+
+
+ Upon a showery night and still,
+ Without a sound of warning,
+ A trooper band surprised the hill,
+ And held it in the morning.
+
+ We were not waked by bugle-notes,
+ No cheer our dreams invaded,
+ And yet, at dawn, their yellow coats
+ On the green slopes paraded.
+
+ We careless folk the deed forgot;
+ Till one day, idly walking,
+ We marked upon the self-same spot
+ A crowd of veterans talking.
+
+ They shook their trembling heads and gray
+ With pride and noiseless laughter;
+ When, well-a-day! they blew away,
+ And ne’er were heard of after!
+
+ _Helen Gray Cone_
+
+
+
+
+_Rhodora_
+
+
+ Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why
+ This charm is wasted on the earth and sky,
+ Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing
+ Then Beauty is its own excuse for being:
+ Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose!
+ I never thought to ask, I never knew:
+ But, in my simple ignorance, suppose
+ The self-same Power that brought me there brought you.
+
+ _Ralph Waldo Emerson_
+
+
+
+
+_Daisies_
+
+
+ Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune
+ I saw the white daisies go down to the sea,
+ A host in the sunshine, an army in June,
+ The people God sends us to set our hearts free.
+
+ The bobolinks rallied them up from the dell,
+ The orioles whistled them out of the wood;
+ And all of their singing was, “Earth, it is well!”
+ And all of their dancing was, “Life, thou art good.”
+
+ _Bliss Carman_
+
+
+
+
+_Out in the Fields with God_
+
+
+ The little cares that fretted me
+ I lost them yesterday
+ Among the fields, above the sea,
+ Among the winds at play,
+ Among the lowing of the herds,
+ The rustling of the trees,
+ Among the singing of the birds,
+ The humming of the bees.
+
+ The foolish fears of what might happen,
+ I cast them all away,
+ Among the clover-scented grass,
+ Among the new mown hay,
+ Among the husking of the corn,
+ Where drowsy poppies nod,
+ Where ill thoughts die and good are born--
+ Out in the fields with God.
+
+ _Elizabeth Browning_
+
+
+
+
+_The Blackbird_
+
+
+ In the far corner,
+ close by the swings,
+ every morning
+ a blackbird sings.
+
+ His bill’s so yellow,
+ his coat’s so black,
+ that he makes a fellow
+ whistle back.
+
+ Ann, my daughter,
+ thinks that he
+ sings for us two
+ especially.
+
+ _Humbert Wolfe_
+
+
+
+
+_The Robin_
+
+
+ The robin is the one
+ That interrupts the morn
+ With hurried, few, express reports
+ When March is scarcely on.
+
+ The robin is the one
+ That overflows the noon
+ With her cherubic quantity,
+ And April but begun.
+
+ The robin is the one
+ That speechless from her nest
+ Submits that home and certainty
+ And sanctity are best.
+
+ _Emily Dickinson._
+
+
+
+
+_Clover_
+
+
+ Little masters, hat in hand,
+ Let me in your presence stand,
+ Till your silence solve for me
+ This your threefold mystery.
+
+ Tell me--for I long to know--
+ How, in darkness there below,
+ Was your fairy fabric spun,
+ Spread and fashioned, three in one.
+
+ Did your gossips gold and blue,
+ Sky and Sunshine, choose for you,
+ Ere your triple forms were seen,
+ Suited liveries of green?
+
+ Can ye--if ye dwelt indeed
+ Captives of a prison seed--
+ Like the Genie, once again
+ Get you back into the grain?
+
+ Little masters, may I stand
+ In your presence, hat in hand,
+ Waiting till you solve for me
+ This your threefold mystery?
+
+ _John B. Tabb_
+
+
+
+
+_A Conversation_
+
+
+ A little road goes up the hill,
+ And Thistle-down says she,
+ “I’m off a-gipsying today,
+ Drift up the road with me.”
+
+ “And sure ’tis nice to go,” says I,
+ “But ’tis not I will come,
+ For who would feed my cow and cat,
+ And make my wheel to hum?
+
+ ’Tis here at home that I will bide,
+ And thanks to you,” says I,
+ So off went gipsy Thistle-down
+ A-drifting in the sky.
+
+ _Sara Hamilton Birchall_
+
+
+
+
+_A Yellow Pansy_
+
+
+ To the wall of the old green garden
+ A butterfly quivering came;
+ His wings on the sombre lichens
+ Played like a yellow flame.
+
+ He looked at the gay geraniums,
+ And the sleepy four-o’-clocks;
+ He looked at the low lanes bordered
+ With the glossy-growing box.
+
+ He longed for the peace and the silence,
+ And the shadows that lengthened there,
+ And his wee wild heart was weary
+ Of skimming the endless air.
+
+ And now in the old green garden,--
+ I know not how it came,--
+ A single pansy is blooming,
+ Bright as a yellow flame.
+
+ And whenever a gay gust passes,
+ It quivers as if with pain,
+ For the butterfly-soul that is in it
+ Longs for the winds again!
+
+ _Helen Gray Cone_
+
+
+
+
+_The Answer_
+
+
+ Lavender for old loves,
+ Roses for the new,
+ Heliotrope for pleasure, lass,
+ And for sorrow, rue.
+
+ Rosemary lest you forget.--
+ Take, or let it be.
+ I will have the wholesome pine
+ And the open sea.
+
+ Rosemary lest you forget.--
+ When I come again
+ Up the old familiar path
+ In the autumn rain,
+
+ What if you’ve forgotten, lass?
+ Say, what shall I do?--
+ Here is heartsease by the gate
+ With the bitter rue.
+
+ _Sara Hamilton Birchall_
+
+
+
+
+_A Prayer_
+
+
+ Teach me, Father, how to go
+ Softly as the grasses grow;
+ Hush my soul to meet the shock
+ Of the wild world as a rock;
+ But my spirit, propt with power,
+ Make as simple as a flower.
+ Let the dry heart fill its cup,
+ Like a poppy looking up;
+ Let life lightly wear her crown,
+ Like a poppy looking down.
+
+ Teach me, Father, how to be
+ Kind and patient as a tree.
+ Joyfully the crickets croon
+ Under shady oak at noon;
+ Beetle, on his mission bent,
+ Tarries in that cooling tent.
+ Let me, also, cheer a spot,
+ Hidden field or garden grot--
+ Place where passing souls can rest
+ On the way and be their best.
+
+ _Edwin Markham_
+
+
+
+
+_The Kinship of the Trees_
+
+
+
+
+ _I think I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree....
+ Poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree._
+
+ JOYCE KILMER
+
+
+
+
+_Tree Feelings_
+
+
+ I wonder if they like it--being trees?
+ I suppose they do....
+ It must feel good to have the ground so flat,
+ And feel yourself stand right straight up like that--
+ So stiff in the middle--and then branch at ease,
+ Big boughs that arch, small ones that bend and blow,
+ And all those fringy leaves that flutter so.
+ You’d think they’d break off at the lower end
+ When the wind fills them, and their great heads bend.
+ But then you think of all the roots they drop,
+ As much at bottom as there is on top,--
+ A double tree, widespread in earth and air
+ Like a reflection in the water there.
+
+ I guess they like to stand still in the sun
+ And just breathe out and in, and feel the cool sap run;
+ And like to feel the rain run through their hair
+ And slide down to the roots and settle there.
+ But I think they like the wind best. From the light touch
+ That lets the leaves whisper and kiss so much,
+ To the great swinging, tossing, flying wide,
+ And all the time so stiff and strong inside!
+ And the big winds, that pull, and make them feel
+ How long their roots are, and the earth how leal!
+
+ And O the blossoms! And the wild seeds lost!
+ And jewelled martyrdom of fiery frost!
+ And fruit trees. I’d forgotten. No cold gem,
+ But to be apples--and bow down with them!
+
+ _Charlotte Perkins Stetson_
+
+
+
+
+_ABC’S in Green_
+
+
+ The trees are God’s great alphabet:
+ With them He writes in shining green
+ Across the world His thoughts serene.
+
+ He scribbles poems against the sky
+ With a gay, leafy lettering,
+ For us and for our bettering.
+
+ The wind pulls softly at His page,
+ And every star and bird
+ Repeats in dutiful delight His word,
+ And every blade of grass
+ Flutters to class.
+
+ Like a slow child that does not heed,
+ I stand at summer’s knees,
+ And from the primer of the wood
+ I spell that life and love are good,
+ I learn to read.
+
+ _Leonora Speyer_
+
+
+
+
+_O Dreamy, Gloomy, Friendly Trees!_
+
+
+ O dreamy, gloomy, friendly trees,
+ I came along your narrow track
+ To bring my gifts unto your knees
+ And gifts did you give back;
+ For when I brought this heart that burns--
+ These thoughts that bitterly repine--
+ And laid them here among the ferns
+ And the hum of boughs divine,
+ Ye, vastest breathers of the air,
+ Shook down with slow and mighty poise
+ Your coolness on the human care,
+ Your wonder on its toys,
+ Your greenness on the heart’s despair,
+ Your darkness on its noise.
+
+ _Herbert Trench_
+
+
+
+
+_God, When You Thought of a Pine Tree_
+
+
+ God, when you thought of a pine tree,
+ How did you think of a star?
+ How did you dream of a damson west,
+ Crossed by an inky bar?
+ How did you think of a dear brown pool
+ Where flocks of shadows are?
+
+ God, when you thought of a cobweb,
+ How did you think of dew?
+ How did you know a spider’s house
+ Had spangles bright and new?
+ How did you know we human folk
+ Would love them as we do?
+
+ God, when you patterned a bird’s song,
+ Flung on a silver string,
+ How did you know the ecstasy
+ That crystal call would bring?
+ How did you think of a bubbling throat
+ And a darling speckled wing?
+
+ God, when you chiseled a raindrop,
+ How did you think of a stem,
+ Bearing a lovely satin leaf
+ To hold the tiny gem?
+ How did you know a million drops
+ Would deck the morning’s hem?
+
+ Why did you mate the moonlit night
+ With honeysuckle vines?
+ How did you know madeira bloom
+ Distilled ecstatic wines?
+ How did you weave the velvet dusk
+ Where tangled perfumes are?
+ God, when you thought of a pine tree,
+ How did you think of a star?
+
+ _Unknown_
+
+
+
+
+_The House of the Trees_
+
+
+ Ope your doors and take me in,
+ Spirit of the wood,
+ Wash me clean of dust and din,
+ Clothe me in your mood.
+
+ Take me from the noisy light
+ To the sunless peace,
+ Where at mid-day standeth Night
+ Signing Toil’s release.
+
+ All your dusky twilight stores
+ To my senses give;
+ Take me in and lock the doors,
+ Show me how to live.
+
+ Lift your leafy roof for me,
+ Part your yielding walls:
+ Let me wander lingeringly
+ Through your scented halls.
+
+ Ope your doors and take me in,
+ Spirit of the wood;
+ Take me--make me next of kin
+ To your leafy brood.
+
+ _Ethelwyn Wetherald_
+
+
+
+
+_Trees_
+
+
+ In the Garden of Eden, planted by God,
+ There were goodly trees in the springing sod,--
+
+ Trees of beauty and height and grace,
+ To stand in splendor before His face.
+
+ Apple and hickory, ash and pear,
+ Oak and beech and the tulip rare,
+
+ The trembling aspen, the noble pine,
+ The sweeping elm by the river line;
+
+ Trees for the birds to build and sing,
+ And the lilac tree for a joy in spring;
+
+ Trees to turn at the frosty call
+ And carpet the ground for their Lord’s footfall;
+
+ Trees for fruitage and fire and shade,
+ Trees for the cunning builder’s trade;
+
+ Wood for the bow, the spear, and the flail,
+ The keel and the mast of the daring sail;
+
+ He made them of every grain and girth,
+ For the use of man in the Garden of Earth.
+
+ Then lest the soul should not lift her eyes
+ From the gift to the Giver of Paradise,
+
+ On the crown of a hill, for all to see,
+ God planted a scarlet maple tree.
+
+ _Bliss Carman_
+
+
+
+
+_The Trees and the Master_
+
+
+ Into the woods my Master went,
+ Clean forspent, forspent.
+ Into the woods my Master came,
+ Forspent with love and shame.
+ But the olives, they were not blind to Him,
+ The little gray leaves were kind to Him,
+ The thorn tree had a mind to Him
+ When into the woods He came.
+
+ Out of the woods my Master went,
+ And He was well content.
+ Out of the woods my Master came,
+ Content with death and shame.
+ When death and shame would woo Him last,
+ From under the trees they drew Him last,
+ ’Twas on a tree they slew Him--last
+ When out of the woods He came.
+
+ _Sidney Lanier_
+
+
+
+
+_The Trees_
+
+
+ There’s something in a noble tree--
+ What shall I say? a soul?
+ For ’tis not form, or aught we see
+ In leaf or branch or bole.
+ Some presence, though not understood,
+ Dwells there alway, and seems
+ To be acquainted with our mood,
+ And mingles in our dreams.
+
+ I would not say that trees at all
+ Were of our blood and race,
+ Yet, lingering where their shadows fall,
+ I sometimes think I trace
+ A kinship, whose far-reaching root
+ Grew when the world began,
+ And made them best of all things mute
+ To be the friends of man.
+
+ Held down by whatsoever might
+ Unto an earthly sod,
+ They stretch forth arms for air and light,
+ As we do after God;
+ And when in all their boughs the breeze
+ Moans loud, or softly sings,
+ As our own hearts in us, the trees
+ Are almost human things.
+
+ What wonder in the days that burned
+ With old poetic dream,
+ Dead Phaëthon’s fair sisters turned
+ To poplars by the stream!
+ In many a light cotillion stept
+ The trees when fluters blew;
+ And many a tear, ’tis said, they wept
+ For human sorrow too.
+
+ Mute, said I? They are seldom thus;
+ They whisper each to each,
+ And each and all of them to us,
+ In varied forms of speech.
+ “Be serious,” the solemn pine
+ Is saying overhead;
+ “Be beautiful,” the elm-tree fine
+ Has always finely said;
+
+ “Be quick to feel,” the aspen still
+ Repeats the whole day long;
+ While, from the green slope of the hill,
+ The oak-tree adds, “Be strong.”
+ When with my burden, as I hear
+ Their distant voices call,
+ I rise, and listen, and draw near,
+ “Be patient,” say they all.
+
+ _Samuel Valentine Cole_
+
+
+
+
+_Three Trees_
+
+
+ The poplar is a French tree,
+ A tall and laughing wench tree,
+ A slender tree, a tender tree,
+ That whispers to the rain--
+ An easy, breezy flapper tree,
+ A lithe and blithe and dapper tree,
+ A girl of trees, a pearl of trees,
+ Beside the shallow Aisne.
+
+ The oak is a British tree,
+ And not at all a skittish tree;
+ A rough tree, a tough tree,
+ A knotty tree to bruise;
+ A drives-his-roots-in-deep tree,
+ A mighty tree, a blighty tree,
+ A tree of stubborn thews.
+
+ The pine tree is our own tree,
+ A grown tree, a cone tree,
+ The tree to face a bitter wind,
+ The tree for mast and spar--
+ A mounting tree, a fine tree,
+ A fragrant turpentine tree,
+ A limber tree, a timber tree,
+ And resinous with tar!
+
+ _Christopher Morley_
+
+
+
+
+_What Do We Plant?_
+
+
+ What do we plant when we plant the tree?
+ We plant the ship which will cross the sea.
+ We plant the mast to carry the sails;
+ We plant the planks to withstand the gales--
+ The keel, the keelson, and beam and knee;
+ We plant the ship when we plant the tree.
+
+ What do we plant when we plant the tree?
+ We plant the houses for you and me.
+ We plant the rafters, the shingles, the floors,
+ We plant the studding, the lath, the doors,
+ The beams and siding, all parts that be;
+ We plant the house when we plant the tree.
+
+ What do we plant when we plant the tree?
+ A thousand things that we daily see;
+ We plant the spire that out-towers the crag,
+ We plant the staff for our country’s flag,
+ We plant the shade, from the hot sun free;
+ We plant all these when we plant the tree!
+
+ _Henry Abbey_
+
+
+
+
+_Trees_
+
+
+ Many a tree is found in the wood,
+ And every tree for its use is good.
+ Some for the strength of the gnarled root,
+ Some for the sweetness of flower or fruit,
+ Some for shelter against the storm,
+ And some to keep the hearthstone warm,
+ Some for the roof and some for the beam,
+ And some for a boat to breast the storm.
+ In the wealth of the wood since the world began,
+ The trees have offered their gifts to man.
+
+ But the glory of trees is more than their gifts:
+ ’Tis a beautiful wonder of life that lifts
+ From a wrinkled seed in an earth-bound clod
+ A column, an arch in the temple of God,
+ A pillar of power, a dome of delight,
+ A shrine of song and a joy of sight!
+ Their roots are the nurses of rivers in birth,
+ Their leaves are alive with the breath of the earth;
+ They shelter the dwellings of man, and they bend
+ O’er his grave with the look of a loving friend.
+
+ I have camped in the whispering forest of pines
+ I have slept in the shadow of olives and vines;
+ In the knees of an oak, at the foot of a palm,
+ I have found good rest and slumber’s balm.
+ And now, when the morning gilds the boughs
+ Of the vaulted elm at the door of my house,
+ I open the window and make a salute:
+ “God bless thy branches and feed thy root!
+ Thou hast lived before, live after me,
+ Thou ancient, friendly, faithful tree!”
+
+ _Henry van Dyke_
+
+
+
+
+_The Trees_
+
+
+ Time is never wasted listening to the trees;
+ If to heaven so grandly we arose as these,
+ Holding toward each other half their kindly grace,
+ Haply we were worthier of our human place.
+
+ Bending down to meet you on the hillside path,
+ Birch and oak and maple each his welcome hath;
+ Each his own fine cadence, his familiar word,
+ By the ear accustomed, always plainly heard.
+
+ Every tree gives answer to some different mood,
+ This one helps you climbing; that for rest is good;
+ Beckoning friends, companions, sentinels they are;
+ Good to live and die with, good to greet afar.
+
+ _Lucy Larcom_
+
+
+
+
+_Good Company_
+
+
+ To-day I have grown taller from walking with the trees,
+ The seven sister-poplars who go softly in a line;
+ And I think my heart is whiter for its parley with a star
+ That trembled out at nightfall and hung above the pine.
+
+ The call-note of a redbird from the cedars in the dusk
+ Woke his happy mate within me to an answer free and fine;
+ And a sudden angel beckoned from a column of blue smoke--
+ _Lord, who am I that they should stoop--these holy folk of thine?_
+
+ _Karle Wilson Baker_
+
+
+
+
+_The Green Tree In The Fall_
+
+
+ Did you forget to bud in Spring,
+ O Green Tree in the Fall,
+ That now you wear these fresh young leaves
+ As for a coronal?
+
+ All of your mates within the wood
+ Are in the crimson leaf,
+ They had their swift, enamored spring,
+ Their summertime too brief.
+
+ But you--what chance befell that you
+ Were cheated of the Spring,
+ That now you cling so fast to leaves
+ Wherein no bird will sing?
+
+ My heart is with you, little tree,
+ For I was cheated too,
+ And now I grasp at what I missed
+ And cling as fast as you.
+
+ _Jessie B. Rittenhouse_
+
+
+
+
+_The Call of the Sea_
+
+
+
+
+ _There’s the bird’s song and the wind’s song, and the song of
+ the leafless tree,
+ But, oh, the call of the sea’s song, the imperious song of the sea._
+
+ _There’s the song of running water, and the song of singing rain;
+ But, oh, the song of the masterful sea, that calls down the
+ coast of Maine._
+
+ E. O. G.
+
+
+
+
+_Sea-Fever_
+
+
+ I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
+ And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
+ And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
+ And a gray mist on the sea’s face and a gray dawn breaking.
+
+ I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
+ Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
+ And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
+ And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
+
+ I must down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life,
+ To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s
+ like a whetted knife;
+ And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
+ And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
+
+ _John Masefield_
+
+
+
+
+_A Son of the Sea_
+
+
+ I was born for deep-sea faring;
+ I was bred to put to sea;
+ Stories of my father’s daring
+ Filled me at my mother’s knee.
+
+ I was sired among the surges;
+ I was cubbed beside the foam;
+ All my heart is in its verges,
+ And the sea wind is my home.
+
+ All my boyhood, from far vernal
+ Bournes of being, came to me
+ Dream-like, plangent, and eternal
+ Memories of the plunging sea.
+
+ _Bliss Carman_
+
+
+
+
+_Dreams of the Sea_
+
+
+ I know not why I yearn for thee again,
+ To sail once more upon thy fickle flood;
+ I’ll hear thy waves wash under my death-bed,
+ Thy salt is lodged forever in my blood.
+
+ Yet I have seen thee lash the vessel’s sides
+ In fury, with thy many tailèd whip;
+ And I have seen thee, too, like Galilee,
+ When Jesus walked in peace to Simon’s ship.
+
+ And I have seen thy gentle breeze as soft
+ As summer’s, when it makes the cornfields run;
+ And I have seen thy rude and lusty gale
+ Make ships show half their bellies to the sun.
+
+ Thou knowest the way to tame the wildest life,
+ Thou knowest the way to bend the great and proud:
+ I think of that Armada whose puffed sails,
+ Greedy and large, came swallowing every cloud.
+
+ But I have seen the sea-boy, young and drowned
+ Lying on shore and, by thy cruel hand,
+ A seaweed beard was on his tender chin,
+ His heaven-blue eyes were filled with common sand.
+
+ And yet, for all, I yearn for thee again,
+ To sail once more upon thy fickle flood:
+ I’ll hear thy waves wash under my death-bed,
+ Thy salt is lodged forever in my blood.
+
+ _William H. Davies_
+
+
+
+
+_Going Down in Ships_
+
+
+ Going down to sea in ships
+ Is a glorious thing,
+ Where up and over the rolling waves
+ The sea-birds wing;
+
+ Oh, there’s nothing more to my heart’s desire
+ Than a ship that plows
+ Head-on down through marching seas,
+ With streaming bows:
+
+ Would you hear the song of the viewless winds
+ As they walk the sky?
+ Come down to sea when the storm is on
+ And the men stand by.
+
+ Would you see the sun as it walked abroad
+ On God’s First Day?
+ Then come where dawn makes sea and sky
+ A gold causeway.
+
+ Oh, it’s bend the sails on the criss-cross yards,
+ For the day dies far,
+ And up a windless space of dusk
+ Climbs the evening star....
+
+ Now there’s gulf on foaming gulf of stars
+ That lean so clear
+ That it seems the bastions of heaven
+ Are bright and near,
+
+ And that, any moment, the topmost sky
+ May froth and swim
+ With an incredible bivouac
+ Of seraphim....
+
+ O wide-flung dawn, O mighty day
+ And set of sun!
+ O all you climbing stars of God,
+ Oh, lead me on!...
+
+ _Harry Kemp_
+
+
+
+
+_The Waves of Breffny_
+
+
+ The grand road from the mountain goes shining to the sea,
+ And there is traffic in it and many a horse and cart,
+ But the little roads of Cloonagh are dearer far to me,
+ And the little roads of Cloonagh go rambling through my heart.
+
+ A great storm from the ocean goes shouting o’er the hill,
+ And there is glory in it; and terror on the wind:
+ But the haunted air of twilight is very strange and still,
+ And the little winds of twilight are dearer to my mind.
+
+ The great waves of the Atlantic sweep storming on their way,
+ Shining green and silver with the hidden herring shoal;
+ But the little waves of Breffny have drenched my heart in spray,
+ And the little waves of Breffny go stumbling through my soul.
+
+ _Eva Gore-Booth_
+
+
+
+
+_Short Beach_
+
+
+ Oh, the salt wind in my nostrils!
+ And the white sail in the creek!
+ And the blue beyond the marshes!
+ And the flag at the peak!
+
+ My soul lifts to the bugles
+ Of a far cry on the breeze--
+ The cry of my storm-kin calling
+ Overseas, overseas!
+
+ Blow, horns of the old sea-rapture!
+ When your call comes from afar,
+ I would rise from the grave to reach you
+ Where the sea-dooms are.
+
+ _Richard Hovey_
+
+
+
+
+_Sea Call_
+
+
+ My old love for the water has come back again--
+ I had forgotten its surging, so long, so long away;
+ Sapphire-blue in the sunlight and green-gray in the rain,
+ And the same waves cresting, and the same sharp spray,
+ There was left a wave in my heart when I went to the inland towns,
+ Something that moved and murmured in the days when I forgot;
+ Vivid flowers of the gardens or thick long grass of the downs--
+ What were the sweets of the summer days, where the
+ calling waves were not?
+
+ My old love for the water has come back once more;
+ The wave of the deep draws full, and the wave in my heart lifts high;
+ This is my own old country and my own old shore ...
+ And I cannot leave the water till the day I die.
+
+ _Margaret Widdemer_
+
+
+
+
+_Ship-Love_
+
+
+ When God gave to all men
+ All the earth to love
+ He gave them the waters under the sea,
+ He gave them the sky above;
+ And some love the waters,
+ And some love the sky;
+ But I love the tall ships
+ That go sailing by.
+
+ For when God gave to my heart
+ The warm living blood
+ He gave me, too, the passion
+ For ebb-tide and flood;
+ And my love is ship-love,
+ For tall ships and strange,
+ For steam-ships and sailing ships
+ The whole wide range.
+
+ And when God calls my spirit
+ And claims the soul of me
+ He’ll find it a-wandering
+ With ships on the sea;
+ He’ll find it on a warm deck
+ Dreaming in the sun,
+ Long after I am perished
+ And my earth-life done.
+
+ _Ethel E. Mannin_
+
+
+
+
+_The Sea_
+
+
+ I call thee from the changing land
+ To the unchanging sea;
+ I bring a bride-gift in my hand
+ Of immortality.
+ The land is fair, but fairer far
+ The pastures of the sea.
+ Canst thou reach down the lowest star?
+ My sea-fires gleam for thee.
+ All rivers run unto one end
+ And perish in the sea;
+ Turn thou from lover and from friend,
+ And give thy heart to me.
+ Thy love shall suffer change and dearth,
+ Thy friend the years estrange;
+ There is no faithfulness on earth--
+ The sea will never change.
+
+ _Nora Hopper_
+
+
+
+
+_Coquette_
+
+
+ I am wearied with insatiable longing
+ For that laughing, blue-eyed wanton called the sea.
+ Though she’s but a faithless rover
+ And the wide world’s willing lover
+ I’d be content if she would share an hour with me.
+
+ If she would toss me on her restless, throbbing bosom,
+ Caress a moment--and then flout me in my pain,
+ I would barter all the treasures
+ Of the rich man’s million pleasures
+ To be rocked within her siren arms again.
+
+ Her honey voice is luring, mocking, calling!
+ Her sapphire scalloped skirts are piped with foam:
+ And her light feet shoreward dancing,
+ Pearly-sandalled and entrancing,
+ Entice the steps of men from love and home.
+
+ False and cruel is her glittering lure;
+ Her gifts are death and woe’s delirium--
+ Yet heaven holds no blisses
+ Like the sharp tang of her kisses--
+ Ah! Coquette! if you should slay me, I must come!
+
+ _Keith Stuart_
+
+
+
+
+_The Deep-Water Man_
+
+
+ O give me the Pole Star overhead,
+ A slithering deck to my feet,
+ A forward bunk for my downy bed,
+ And the sea for my village street,
+ The galley’s glow for my warm hearthstone,
+ And my mates for my kin and friends--
+ Then earth’s long leagues are my very own
+ To the place where the round world ends.
+
+ There’s never a richer man than I,
+ Nor a poorer under the sun;
+ For all of my boundless riches lie
+ In the things I have seen and done--
+ The songs I’ve sung and the laughs I’ve laughed--
+ Oh, that’s wealth as it ought to be,
+ For when the Skipper shall call me aft
+ I can take it along with me.
+
+ A-roaring down the Atlantic lanes,
+ Or cruising a tropical sea,
+ The balmy Trades, or the wind-whipped rains,
+ Are a bit of the same to me.
+ I’m home wherever the anchors fall
+ And take my idolatrous ease--
+ I’ve got a girl in each port of call
+ To be found on the seven seas.
+
+ Oh, loves I’ve known that were deep and strong,
+ Of some ports I am more than fond,
+ But woman nor town can hold me long
+ From the call of the ones beyond.
+ So, ever and always outward bound
+ (Well, I guess it’s the fate of some)
+ Till the day their keels go hard aground
+ In the Port of the Kingdom Come.
+
+ _James Stuart Montgomery_
+
+
+
+
+_Sea Longing_
+
+
+ You who are inland born know not the pain
+ Of one who longs for gray dunes and the seas
+ And sound of ebbing tide and windy rain
+ And sea-mews crying down immensities.
+ You who are inland born, know not the urge
+ Of rapt tides beating passionate and wild;
+ Nor have you thrilled with wonder at the surge
+ Of drifting water, wayward as a child.
+ Impetuous I seek the eager sea,
+ Imperious for joy and wind-blown spray;
+ You, who are city-beaten every day,
+ What do you know of mirth and ecstasy?
+ No thirsty wind has journeyed from the South--
+ And laid a cool, wet finger on your mouth!
+
+ _Harold Vinal_
+
+
+
+
+_Had I the Choice_
+
+
+ Had I the choice to tally greatest bards,
+ To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at will,
+ Homer with all his wars and warriors--Hector, Achilles, Ajax,
+ Or Shakspere’s woe-entangled Hamlet, Lear,
+ Othello--Tennyson’s fair ladies,
+ Metre or wit the best, or choice conceit to wield in perfect
+ rhyme, delight of singers;
+ These, these, O sea, all these I’d gladly barter,
+ Would you the undulation of one wave, its trick to me transfer,
+ Or breathe one breath of yours upon my verse,
+ And leave its odor there.
+
+ _Walt Whitman_
+
+
+
+
+_Gray_
+
+
+ A bleak wind is riding on the waves,
+ And the shadowy foam is hurled;
+ And the gray rains are on the hills
+ And a gray dusk is over the world.
+
+ And bleak moods and shadowy moods
+ Move like the moods of the sea,
+ And mist, like a gray unspoken thought,
+ Is looking strangely at me.
+
+ And I am lost in grayness,
+ My dreams are still and furled,
+ For the gray rains are on the hills
+ And a gray dusk is over the world.
+
+ _Oscar Williams_
+
+
+
+
+_A Pagan Hymn_
+
+
+ I have drunk the Sea’s good wine,
+ And to-day
+ Care has bowed his head and gone away.
+ I have drunk the Sea’s good wine,
+ Was ever step so light as mine,
+ Was ever heart so gay?
+ Old voices intermingle in my brain,
+ Voices that a little boy might hear,
+ And dreams like fiery sunsets come again,
+ Informulate and vain,
+ But great with glories of the buccaneer.
+ Oh, thanks to thee, great Mother, thanks to thee,
+ For this old joy renewed,
+ For tightened sinew and clear blood imbued
+ With sunlight and with sea.
+ Behold, I sing a pagan song of old,
+ And out of my full heart,
+ Hold forth my hands that so I would enfold
+ The Infinite thou art.
+ What matter all the creeds that come and go,
+ The many gods of men?
+ My blood outcasts them from its joyous flow,
+ And it is now as then--
+ The Pearl of Morning, and the Sapphire Sea,
+ The Diamond of Noon,
+ The Ruby of the Sunset--these shall be
+ My creed, my Deity;
+ And I will take some old forgotten tune,
+ And rhythm frolic-free,
+ And sing in little words thy wondrous boon,
+ O Sunlight and O Sea!
+
+ _John Runcie_
+
+
+
+
+_As the Tide Comes In_
+
+
+ The long-winged terns dart wild and dire,
+ As the tide comes tumbling in.
+ The calm rock-pools grow all alive,
+ With the tide tumbling in,
+ The crab that under the brown weed creeps,
+ And the snail who lies in his house and sleeps,
+ Awake and stir, as the plunging sweep
+ Of the tide comes tumbling in.
+
+ The driftwood swishes along the sand,
+ As the tide comes tumbling in.
+ With wreck and wrack from many a land,
+ On the tide, tumbling in.
+ About my feet are a broken spar,
+ A pale anemone’s torn sea-star
+ And scattered scum of the waves’ old war,
+ As the tide comes tumbling in.
+
+ And, oh, there is a stir at the heart of me,
+ As the tide comes tumbling in.
+ All life once more is a part of me,
+ As the tide tumbles in.
+ New hopes awaken beneath despair
+ And thoughts slip free of the sloth of care,
+ While beauty and love are everywhere--
+ As the tide comes tumbling in.
+
+ _Cale Young Rice_
+
+
+
+
+_A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea_
+
+
+ A wet sheet and a flowing sea,--
+ A wind that follows fast,
+ That fills the white and rustling sail,
+ And bends the gallant mast,--
+ And bends the gallant mast, my boys,
+ While, like the eagle free,
+ Away the good ship flies, and leaves
+ Old England on the lee.
+
+ Oh, for a soft and gentle wind!
+ I heard a fair one cry;
+ But give to me the snoring breeze,
+ And white waves heaving high,--And
+ white waves heaving high, my boys,
+ The good ship tight and free;
+ The world of waters is our home,
+ And merry men are we.
+
+ There’s tempest in yon hornèd moon,
+ And lightning in yon cloud;
+ And hark the music, mariners!
+ The wind is piping loud,--
+ The wind is piping loud, my boys,
+ The lightning flashing free;
+ While the hollow oak our palace is,
+ Our heritage the sea.
+
+ _Allan Cunningham_
+
+
+
+
+_The Undersong_
+
+
+ I hear the sea-song of the blood in my heart,
+ I hear the sea-song of the blood in my ears:
+ And I am far apart,
+ And lost in the years.
+
+ But when I lie and dream of that which was
+ Before the first man’s shadow flitted on the grass,
+ I am stricken dumb
+ With sense of that to come.
+
+ Is then this wildering sea-song but a part
+ Of the old song of the mystery of the years--
+ Or only the echo of the tired heart
+ And of tears?
+
+ _Fiona Macleod_
+
+
+
+
+_Gray Rocks and Grayer Sea_
+
+
+ Gray rocks, and grayer sea,
+ And surf along the shore--
+ And in my heart a name
+ My lips shall speak no more.
+
+ The high and lonely hills
+ Endure the darkening year--
+ And in my heart endure
+ A memory and a tear.
+
+ Across the tide a sail
+ That tosses, and is gone--
+ And in my heart the kiss
+ That longing dreams upon.
+
+ Gray rocks, and grayer sea,
+ And surf along the shore--
+ And in my heart the face
+ That I shall see no more.
+
+ _Charles G. D. Roberts_
+
+
+
+
+_The Sea_
+
+
+ The Sea! the Sea! the open Sea!
+ The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
+ Without a mark, without a bound,
+ It runneth the earth’s wide regions round;
+ It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies;
+ Or like a cradled creature lies.
+
+ I’m on the Sea! I’m on the Sea!
+ I am where I would ever be;
+ With the blue above, and the blue below,
+ And silence wheresoe’er I go;
+ If a storm should come and awake the deep,
+ What matter? I shall ride and sleep.
+
+ I love (oh! how I love) to ride
+ On the fierce foaming bursting tide,
+ When every mad wave drowns the moon,
+ Or whistles aloft his tempest tune,
+ And tells how goeth the world below,
+ And why the south-west blasts do blow.
+
+ I never was on the dull tame shore,
+ But I lov’d the great Sea more and more,
+ And backward flew to her billowy breast,
+ Like a bird that seeketh its mother’s nest;
+ And a mother she was, and is to me;
+ For I was born on the open Sea.
+
+ The waves were white, and red the morn,
+ In the noisy hour when I was born;
+ And the whale it whistled, the porpoise rolled,
+ And the dolphins bared their backs of gold;
+ And never was heard such an outcry wild
+ As welcomed to life the Ocean-child!
+
+ I’ve lived since then, in calm and strife,
+ Full fifty summers a sailor’s life,
+ With wealth to spend and a power to range,
+ But never have sought, nor sighed for change;
+ And Death, whenever he come to me,
+ Shall come on the wide unbounded Sea!
+
+ _Bryan Waller Procter_
+
+
+
+
+_The Sea Road_
+
+
+ Oh, green curved the hill road and beckoned to my feet,
+ Where the breath of the uplands came drifting fitful-sweet.
+ Moon mist, and cloud mist, and meadows drenched with dew,
+ Fir breath, and fern breath, and hill-winds stealing through
+ To stir the vagrant poppy-blooms that gipsy through the wheat.
+
+ But nearer and clearer than these there called to me
+ A little, waiting, dune-set road that comrades with the sea.
+
+ Oh, bright shone the plains’ road in ribbonings of gold,
+ Past lowly cottage casements tucked beneath a green hill’s fold.
+ Peat smoke, and hearth smoke, and toiler’s wayside fire,
+ Wife love, and child’s love, and humble hearts’ desire,
+ Peace and fireside plenty was the tale its windings told.
+
+ Yet nearer and clearer than these there called to me
+ A small road, dark with juniper, and open to the sea.
+
+ A little, watchful, sea-wife road unmindful of the gales,
+ All kirtled blue with sunlit waves, and coiffed with speeding sails.
+ Far sail, and near sail, the beating sea-gulls’ wings,
+ Far lands, the near lands, the lullaby she sings,
+ All the ports of all the world are in her whispered tales.
+
+ Ah, nearer and dearer than all there cries to me,
+ One little, crooning, sunset road set shoulder to the sea.
+
+ _Martha Haskell Clarke_
+
+
+
+
+_The Sea_[3]
+
+
+I
+
+ Interminable, not to be divined,
+ The ocean’s solemn distances recede;
+ A gospel of glad color to the mind,
+ But for the soul a voice of sterner creed.
+ The sadness of unfathomable things
+ Calls from the waste and makes the heart give heed
+ With answering dirges, as a seashell sings.
+
+
+II
+
+ Mother of infinite loss! Mother bereft!
+ Thou of the shaken hair! Far-questing Sea!
+ Sea of the lapsing wail of waves! O left
+ Of many lovers! Lone, lamenting Sea!
+ Desolate, prone, disheveled, lost, sublime!
+ Unquelled and reckless! Mad, despairing Sea!
+ Wail, for I wait--wail, ancient dirge of Time!
+
+
+III
+
+ Stretch wide, O marshes, in your golden joy!
+ Stretch ample, marshes, in serene delight!
+ Proclaiming faith past tempest to destroy,
+ With silent confidence of conscious might!
+ Glad of the blue sky, knowing nor wind nor rain
+ Can do your large indifference despite,
+ Nor lightning mar your tolerant disdain!
+
+
+IV
+
+ The fanfare of the trumpets of the sea
+ Assaults the air with jubilant foray;
+ The intolerable exigence of glee
+ Shouts to the sun and leaps in radiant spray;
+ The laughter of the breakers on the shore
+ Shakes like the mirth of Titans heard at play,
+ With thunders of tumultuous uproar.
+
+
+V
+
+ Playmate of terrors! Intimate of Doom!
+ Fellow of Fate and Death! Exultant Sea!
+ Thou strong companion of the Sun, make room!
+ Let me make one with you, rough comrade Sea!
+ Sea of the boisterous sport of wind and spray!
+ Sea of the lion mirth! Sonorous Sea!
+ I hear thy shout, I know what thou wouldst say.
+
+
+VI
+
+ Dauntless, triumphant, reckless of alarms,
+ O Queen that laughest Time and Fear to scorn,
+ Death, like a bridegroom, tosses in thine arms.
+ The rapture of your fellowship is borne
+ Like music on the wind. I hear the blare,
+ The calling of the undesisting horn,
+ And tremors as of trumpets on the air.
+
+ _Richard Hovey_
+
+[3] Extracts from “Seaward,” an Elegy.
+
+
+
+
+_The World is Too Much With Us_
+
+
+ The World is too much with us; late and soon,
+ Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
+ Little we see in Nature that is ours;
+ We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
+
+ This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
+ The winds that will be howling at all hours
+ And are up-gather’d now like sleeping flowers,
+ For this, for every thing, we are out of tune;
+
+ It moves us not.--Great God! I’d rather be
+ A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn,--
+ So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
+ Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
+ Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
+ Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.
+
+ _William Wordsworth_
+
+
+
+
+_Sunrise_
+
+
+ Day!
+ Faster and more fast,
+ O’er night’s brim, day boils at last:
+ Boils, pure gold, o’er the cloud-cup’s brim
+ Where spurting and suppressed it lay,
+ For not a froth-flake touched the rim
+ Of yonder gap in the solid gray
+ Of the eastern cloud, an hour away;
+ But forth one wavelet, then another, curled,
+ Till the whole sunrise, not to be suppressed,
+ Rose, reddened, and its seething breast
+ Flickered in bounds, grew gold, then overflowed the world.
+
+ _Robert Browning_
+
+
+
+
+_Song of the Sea_
+
+
+ The song of the sea was an ancient song
+ In the days when the earth was young;
+ The waves were gossiping loud and long
+ Ere mortals had found a tongue;
+ The heart of the waves with wrath was wrung
+ Or soothed to a siren strain,
+ As they tossed the primitive isles among
+ Or slept in the open main.
+ Such was the song and its changes free,
+ Such was the song of the sea.
+
+ The song of the sea took a human tone
+ In the days of the coming of man;
+ A mournfuller meaning swelled her moan,
+ And fiercer her riots ran;
+ Because that her stately voice began
+ To speak of our human woes;
+ With music mighty to grasp and span
+ Life’s tale and its passion-throes.
+ Such was the song as it grew to be,
+ Such was the song of the sea.
+
+ The song of the sea was a hungry sound
+ As the human years unrolled;
+ For the notes were hoarse with the doomed and drowned,
+ Or choked with a shipwreck’s gold;
+ Till it seemed no dirge above the mould
+ So sorry a story said
+ As the midnight cry of the waters old
+ Calling above their dead.
+ Such is the song and its threnody,
+ Such is the song of the sea.
+
+ The song of the sea is a wondrous lay,
+ For it mirrors human life;
+ It is grave and great as the judgment day,
+ It is torn with the thought of strife;
+ Yet under the stars it is smooth and rife
+ With love-lights everywhere,
+ When the sky has taken the deep to wife
+ And their wedding-day is fair--
+ Such is the ocean’s mystery,
+ Such is the song of the sea.
+
+ _Richard Burton_
+
+
+
+
+_Farewell_
+
+
+ Not soon shall I forget--a sheet
+ Of golden water, cold and sweet,
+ The young moon with her head in veils
+ Of silver, and the nightingales.
+
+ A wain of hay came up the lane--
+ O fields I shall not walk again,
+ And trees I shall not see, so still
+ Against a sky of daffodil!
+
+ Fields where my happy heart had rest,
+ And where my heart was heaviest,
+ I shall remember them at peace
+ Drenched in moon-silver like a fleece.
+
+ The golden water sweet and cold,
+ The moon of silver and of gold,
+ The dew upon the gray grass-spears,
+ I shall remember them with tears.
+
+ _Katherine Tynan_
+
+
+
+
+_The Return_
+
+
+ I will go back to the great sweet mother,
+ Mother and lover of men, the sea.
+ I will go down to her, I and none other,
+ Close with her, kiss her, and mix her with me;
+ Cling to her, strive with her, hold her fast;
+ O fair white mother, in days long past
+ Born without sister, born without brother,
+ Set free my soul as thy soul is free.
+
+ O fair green-girdled mother of mine,
+ Sea, that art clothed with the sun and the rain,
+ Thy sweet hard kisses are strong like wine,
+ Thy large embraces are keen like pain.
+ Save me and hide me with all thy waves,
+ Find me one grave of thy thousand graves,
+ Those pure cold populous graves of thine,
+ Wrought without hand in a world without stain.
+
+ I shall sleep, and move with the moving ships,
+ Change as the winds change, veer in the tide;
+ My lips will feast on the foam of thy lips,
+ I shall rise with thy rising, with thee subside;
+ Sleep, and not know if she be, if she were,
+ Filled full with life to the eyes and hair,
+ As a rose is fulfilled to the roseleaf tips
+ With splendid summer and perfume and pride.
+
+ This woven raiment of nights and days,
+ Were it once cast off and unwound from me,
+ Naked and glad would I walk in thy ways,
+ Alive and aware of thy ways and thee;
+ Clear of the whole world, hidden at home,
+ Clothed with the green and crowned with the foam,
+ A pulse of the life of thy straits and bays,
+ A vein in the heart of the streams of the sea.
+
+ Fair mother, fed with the lives of men,
+ Thou art subtle and cruel of heart, men say
+ Thou hast taken, and shalt not render again;
+ Thou art full of thy dead, and cold as they.
+ But death is the worst that comes of thee;
+ Thou art fed with our dead, O mother, O sea,
+ But when hast thou fed on our hearts? or when,
+ Having given us love, hast thou taken away?
+
+ O tender-hearted, O perfect lover,
+ Thy lips are bitter, and sweet thine heart.
+ Thy hopes that hurt and the dreams that hover,
+ Shall they not vanish away and apart?
+ But thou, thou art sure, thou art older than earth;
+ Thou art strong for death and fruitful of birth;
+ Thy depths conceal and thy gulfs discover;
+ From the first thou wert, from the end thou art.
+
+ _Algernon Charles Swinburne_
+
+
+
+
+_The Port o’ Heart’s Desire_
+
+
+ Down around the quay they lie, the ships that sail to sea,
+ On shore the brown-cheeked sailormen they pass the jest with me,
+ But soon their ships will sail away with winds that never tire,
+ And there’s one that will be sailing to the Port o’ Heart’s Desire.
+
+ The Port o’ Heart’s Desire, and it’s, oh, that port for me,
+ And that’s the ship that I love best of all that sail the sea;
+ Its hold is filled with memories, its prow it points away
+ To the Port o’ Heart’s Desire, where I roamed a boy at play.
+
+ Ships that sail for gold there be, and ships that sail for fame,
+ And some were filled with jewels bright when from Cathay they came,
+ But give me still yon white sail in the sunset’s mystic fire,
+ That the running tides will carry to the Port o’ Heart’s Desire.
+
+ It’s you may have the gold and fame, and all the jewels, too,
+ And all the ships, if they were mine, I’d gladly give to you,
+ I’d give them all right gladly, with their gold and fame entire,
+ If you would set me down within the Port o’ Heart’s Desire.
+
+ Oh, speed you, white-winged ship of mine, oh, speed you to the sea,
+ Some other day, some other tide, come back again for me;
+ Come back with all the memories, the joys and e’en the pain,
+ And take me to the golden hills of boyhood once again.
+
+ _John S. McGroarty_
+
+
+
+
+_Sea-Urge_
+
+
+ Oh, to feel the tremble of a ship beneath my feet again,
+ Now that April’s urge is running riot in the tide,
+ Where gray gull dips to white gull and the salt spray leaps to meet them
+ Out across blue water where the tall ships ride.
+
+ Freshets in the mountain streams and floods along the river
+ Go rushing down to join the tossing tumult of the sea.
+ And the April urge that drives them sets the sailor’s heart aquiver
+ With the joy of ocean madness when the sails flap free.
+
+ _Unknown_
+
+
+
+
+_The Ocean_
+
+
+ There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
+ There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
+ There is society, where none intrudes,
+ By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
+ I love not man the less, but Nature more,
+ From these our interviews, in which I steal
+ From all I may be, or have been before,
+ To mingle with the Universe, and feel
+ What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.
+
+ Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean--roll!
+ Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
+ Man marks the earth with ruin--his control
+ Stops with the shore;--upon the watery plain
+ The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
+ A shadow of man’s ravage, save his own,
+ When, for a moment, like a drop of rain,
+ He sinks into thy depth with bubbling groan,
+ Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.
+
+ His steps are not upon thy paths,--thy fields
+ Are not a spoil for him,--thou dost arise
+ And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields
+ For earth’s destruction thou dost all despise,
+ Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies,
+ And send’st him, shivering in thy playful spray,
+ And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies
+ His petty hope in some near port or bay,
+ And dashest him again to earth:--there let him lay.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty’s form
+ Glasses itself in tempests; in all time,
+ Calm or convulsed--in breeze, or gale, or storm,
+ Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime
+ Dark-heaving;--boundless, endless, and sublime--
+ The image of Eternity--the throne
+ Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime
+ The monsters of the deep are made; each zone
+ Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
+
+ And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy
+ Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
+ Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy
+ I wantoned with thy breakers--they to me
+ Were a delight; and if the freshening sea
+ Made them a terror--’twas a pleasing fear,
+ For I was, as it were, a child of thee,
+ And trusted to thy billows far and near,
+ And laid my hand upon thy mane--as I do here.
+
+ _Lord Byron_
+
+
+
+
+_A Song of Desire_
+
+
+ Thou dreamer with the million moods,
+ Of restless heart like me,
+ Lay thy white hands against my breast
+ And cool its pain, O Sea!
+
+ O wanderer of the unseen paths,
+ Restless of heart as I,
+ Blow hither, from thy caves of blue,
+ Wind of the healing sky!
+
+ O treader of the fiery way,
+ With passionate heart like mine,
+ Hold to my lips thy healthful cup
+ Brimmed with its blood-red wine!
+
+ O countless watchers of the night,
+ Of sleepless heart like me,
+ Pour your white beauty in my soul,
+ Till I grow calm as ye!
+
+ O Sea, O Sun, O Wind and Stars,
+ (O hungry heart that longs!)
+ Feed my starved lips with life, with love,
+ And touch my tongue with songs!
+
+ _Frederic Lawrence Knowles_
+
+
+
+
+_A Sea Change_
+
+
+ Heavy with unshed tears--weary with pain,
+ At last life brought me to the sea again,
+ Where beauty spoke above my grief’s demands.
+ I heard the singing surf--watched sea-birds fly;
+ I saw a pine-tree etched against the sky,
+ And crushed the bay-leaves in my tired hands.
+
+ Loveliness filled my spirit like a cup:
+ A sense of healing and of peace welled up
+ Which but the sea to the sea-lover brings.
+ I did not hope; I did not even pray;
+ But as upon that sun-warmed rock I lay
+ Joy stirred within me with a lift of wings.
+
+ _Dorothy Peace_
+
+
+
+
+_Twilight At Sea_
+
+
+ The twilight hours, like birds, flew by,
+ As lightly and as free,
+ Ten thousand stars were in the sky,
+ Ten thousand on the sea;
+ For every wave, with dimpled face,
+ That leaped upon the air,
+ Had caught a star in its embrace,
+ And held it trembling there.
+
+ _Amelia C. Welby_
+
+
+
+
+_Sea-Song_
+
+
+ To-day was a sea-gull day, dear heart, to-day was a sea-gull day,
+ With a touch of wind, and the beat of surf, and the breath
+ of the driven spray
+ Blue of the sky, and blue of the sea, and the white clouds
+ scudding far,
+ And my longings swept to the sky-line dim like moths to a candle star.
+
+ To-day was a sea-gull day, dear heart, that sparkled with
+ sun-flecked blue,
+ But it bound my heart with a wave-linked chain and bore
+ it away from you.
+ It stole it far from my hearth and you, though we two sat
+ side by side,
+ For my heart it tugged like an anchored ship that strains
+ with the seaward tide.
+
+ And when we wandered back home, dear heart, so soberly
+ wandered home,
+ My eyes were blind with the sun-washed gold, and dim
+ with the lunging foam,
+ And my heart came swaggering on beside, from the wake of
+ the distant ships,
+ With the lilt of a deep sea chanty-strain like wine on its
+ reckless lips!
+
+ _Martha Haskell Clark_
+
+
+
+
+_Deep Down_
+
+
+ The lights are on the harbor,
+ And the ships at anchor ride--
+ Blow she high, blow she low, let’er blow!
+ We’re outward bound at dawning
+ With the turning of the tide,
+ And Davy Jones is waiting down below,
+ Old Davy Jones is watching down below, below, below,
+ Down deep, deep down, down below.
+
+ Now, here’s to hearty weather,
+ And here’s to starry skies--
+ Up she goes, down she goes, bullies, Oh!
+ And here’s to all the ladies,
+ And damn old Davy’s eyes,
+ Long may we keep him waiting down below!
+ Old thieving, crimping Davy, down below, below, below,
+ Down deep, deep down, down below.
+
+ At Rio, Hull or Sidney,
+ I’ll meet you all again,
+ So here’s good luck, my bullies, ere we go,
+ Or I’ll find a berth ’longside you
+ In the port o’ missing men,
+ Where Davy Jones is waiting down below,
+ Where Davy Jones is watching down below, below, below,
+ Down deep, deep down, down below.
+
+ _James Stuart Montgomery_
+
+
+
+
+_The Winds of Heaven_
+
+
+
+
+ “_Life is sweet, brother._”
+
+ “_Do you think so?_”
+
+ “_Think so? There’s Night and Day, brother, both sweet things; sun,
+ moon and stars, brother, all sweet things; There’s likewise a wind on
+ the heath._
+
+ _Life is very sweet brother._”
+
+ GEORGE BORROW
+
+
+
+
+_Do You Fear the Wind?_
+
+
+ Do you fear the force of the wind,
+ The slash of the rain?
+ Go face them and fight them,
+ Be savage again.
+ Go hungry and cold like the wolf,
+ Go wade like the crane:
+ The palms of your hands will thicken,
+ The skin of your cheeks will tan,
+ You’ll grow ragged and weary and swarthy,
+ But you’ll walk like a man!
+
+ _Hamlin Garland_
+
+
+
+
+_Hark to the Shouting Wind_
+
+
+ Hark to the shouting Wind!
+ Hark to the flying Rain!
+ And I care not though I never see
+ A bright blue sky again.
+
+ There are thoughts in my breast to-day
+ That are not for human speech;
+ But I hear them in the driving storm,
+ And the roar upon the beach.
+
+ And oh, to be with that ship
+ That I watched through the blinding brine!
+ O Wind! for thy sweepy land and sea!
+ O Sea! for a voice like thine!
+
+ Shout on, thou pitiless Wind,
+ To the frightened and flying Rain!
+ I care not though I never see
+ A calm blue sky again.
+
+ _Henry Timrod_
+
+
+
+
+_Who Has Seen the Wind?_
+
+
+ Who has seen the wind?
+ Neither I nor you:
+ But when the leaves hang trembling,
+ The wind is passing thro’.
+
+ Who has seen the wind?
+ Neither you nor I:
+ But when the trees bow down their heads,
+ The wind is passing by.
+
+ _Christina Rossetti_
+
+
+
+
+_Wind_
+
+
+ Wind, wind--heather gipsy
+ Whistling in my tree!
+ All the heart of me is tipsy
+ On the sound of thee.
+ Sweet with scent of clover,
+ Salt with breath of sea,
+ Wind, wind--wayman lover,
+ Whistling in my tree!
+
+ _John Galsworthy_
+
+
+
+
+_The Sea-Wind_
+
+
+ Winnow me through with thy keen clear breath,
+ Wind with the tang of the sea!
+ Speed through the closing gates of day,
+ Find me, and fold me, and have thy way,
+ And take thy will of me!
+
+ Use my soul as you use the sky,--
+ Gray sky of this sullen day!
+ Clear its doubt as you speed its wrack
+ Of storm-clouds burning its splendor back,
+ Giving it gold for gray!
+
+ Bring me word of the moving ships,
+ Halyards and straining spars;
+ Come to me clear from the sea’s wide breast
+ While the last lights die in the yellow west
+ Under the first white stars!
+
+ Batter the closed doors of my heart
+ And set my spirit free!
+ For I stifle here in this crowded place
+ Sick for the tenantless fields of space,
+ Wind with the tang of the sea!
+
+ _Arthur Ketchum_
+
+
+
+
+_I Meant to Do My Work Today_
+
+
+ I meant to do my work to-day--
+ But a brown bird sang in the apple-tree
+ And a butterfly flitted across the field,
+ And all the leaves were calling me.
+
+ And the wind went sighing over the land,
+ Tossing the grasses to and fro,
+ And a rainbow held out its shining hand--
+ So what could I do but laugh and go?
+
+ _Richard Le Gallienne_
+
+
+
+
+_That Wind Is Best_
+
+
+ Whichever way the wind doth blow
+ Some heart is glad to have it so;
+ Then blow it east or blow it west,
+ The wind that blows, that wind is best.
+
+ Then, whatsoever wind doth blow,
+ My heart is glad to have it so;
+ And blow it east or blow it west,
+ The wind that blows, that wind is best.
+
+ _Caroline Atherton Mason_
+
+
+
+
+_Happy Wind_
+
+
+ Oh, happy wind, how sweet
+ Thy life must be!
+ The great, proud fields of gold
+ Run after thee:
+ And here are flowers, with heads
+ To nod and shake;
+ And dreaming butterflies
+ To tease and wake.
+ Oh, happy wind, I say,
+ To be alive this day.
+
+ _William H. Davies_
+
+
+
+
+_Wind-Litany_
+
+
+ In this world I shall not find
+ Any Comforter like Wind,
+ Any friend to so endure,
+ Any love so strong, so sure.
+ I was born when Wind with Star
+ Linked its magic, and from far
+ Whispered out my destiny--
+ And the Winds have brothered me.
+
+ Strong young hill-winds roistering
+ Up the steep with me and Spring,
+ Wild wet thrilling ocean-gales
+ Flinging out my swelling sails,
+ Or the little dawning-airs
+ Rising pure as baby-prayers--
+ These have loved me since my birth
+ On the wind-swept swinging earth.
+
+ Rose-perfumed night-air that slips
+ Like a kiss across my lips,
+ Smoke-tanged wood-breath--they can sweep
+ All old childhood from its sleep
+ Underneath thick-fallen days
+ Heaped and dun across my ways;
+ For until the end shall be,
+ Scent o’ wind is Memory.
+
+ I remember when befell
+ Heartbreak fierce, intolerable,
+ And no voice or touch but bound
+ Deeper torment on the wound:
+ Yet a little wind could rise
+ Stroking cheek and tear-wet eyes,
+ Breathing, “Hush! All pain shall pass!
+ Still are winds, and skies, and grass!”
+
+ God, when all of earth shall lie
+ Stripped and new beneath Thine eye,
+ And Thy gold stars fall unstrung,
+ And Thy curtain-sky down-flung,
+ And Thy seas are lifted up
+ Whole from out their empty cup,
+ Grant me still, in Heaven’s place
+ Sweet swift winds across my face!
+
+ _Margaret Widdemer_
+
+
+
+
+_A Morning_
+
+
+ The glad, mad wind went singing by,
+ The white clouds drove athwart the blue,
+ Bold beauty of the morning sky
+ And all the world was sun and dew,
+ And sweet cold air with sudden glints of gold
+ Like spilled stars glowing in the cedars’ hold.
+
+ I laughed for very joy of life,
+ Oh, thrilling veins, oh, happy heart,
+ Of this glad world with beauty rife,
+ Exult that we too are a part;
+ Rejoice! Rejoice! that miracle of birth
+ Gave us this golden heritage of earth.
+
+ Oh, bold, blue sky, oh, keen, glad wind,
+ I wonder me if this may be,
+ That some day, leaving life behind,
+ Our eyes shall view new land, new sea
+ So exquisite that, lo! with thrilling breath,
+ We shall laugh loud for very joy of death.
+
+ _Theodosia Garrison_
+
+
+
+
+_The Wind’s Life_
+
+
+ I love the silver-shaken,
+ The windy tops of trees
+ That heave and lift in sequence,
+ Like running surf of seas,
+
+ With swathes of changing purples
+ And vistas golden-deep
+ Where, for an unstirred moment,
+ The sunlight lies asleep.
+
+ _Harry Kemp_
+
+
+
+
+_The Mystic_
+
+ I have ridden the wind,
+ I have ridden the sea,
+ I have ridden the moon and stars.
+ I have set my feet in the stirrup seat
+ Of a comet coursing Mars.
+ And everywhere
+ Thro’ the earth and air
+ My thought speeds, lightning-shod,
+ It comes to a place where checking pace
+ It cries, “Beyond lies God!”
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ I have ridden the wind,
+ I have ridden the night,
+ I have ridden the ghosts that flee
+ From the vaults of death like a chilling breath
+ Over eternity.
+ And everywhere
+ Is the world laid bare--
+ Ether and star and clod--
+ Until I wind to its brink and find
+ But the cry, “Beyond lies God!”
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ I have ridden the wind,
+ I have ridden the stars,
+ I have ridden the force that flies
+ With far intent thro’ the firmament
+ And each to each allies.
+ And everywhere
+ That a thought may dare
+ To gallop, mine has trod--
+ Only to stand at last on the strand
+ Where just beyond lies God.
+
+ _Cale Young Rice_
+
+
+
+
+_The Hill-Born_
+
+
+
+
+ _Again among the hills!
+ The shaggy hills!
+ The clear arousing air comes like a call
+ Of bugle notes across the pines, and thrills
+ My heart as if a hero had just spoken._
+
+ RICHARD HOVEY
+
+
+
+
+_The Cry of the Hillborn_
+
+
+ I am homesick for the mountains--
+ My heroic mother hills--
+ And the longing that is on me
+ No solace ever stills.
+
+ I would climb to brooding summits
+ With their old untarnished dreams,
+ Cool my heart in forest shadows
+ To the lull of falling streams;
+
+ Hear the innocence of aspens
+ That babble in the breeze,
+ And the fragrant sudden showers
+ That patter on the trees.
+
+ I am lonely for my thrushes
+ In their hermitage withdrawn,
+ Toning the quiet transports
+ Of twilight and of dawn.
+
+ I need the pure, strong mornings,
+ When the soul of day is still,
+ With the touch of frost that kindles
+ The scarlet on the hill;
+
+ Lone trails and winding woodroads
+ To outlooks wild and high,
+ And the pale moon waiting sundown
+ Where ledges cut the sky.
+
+ I dream of upland clearings
+ Where cones of sumac burn,
+ And gaunt and gray-mossed boulders
+ Lie deep in beds of fern;
+
+ The gray and mottled beeches,
+ The birches’ satin sheen,
+ The majesty of hemlocks
+ Crowning the blue ravine.
+
+ My eyes dim for the skyline
+ Where purple peaks aspire,
+ And the forges of the sunset
+ Flare up in golden fire.
+
+ There crests look down unheeding
+ And see the great winds blow,
+ Tossing the huddled tree-tops
+ In gorges far below;
+
+ Where cloud-mists from the warm earth
+ Roll up about their knees,
+ And hang their filmy tatters
+ Like prayers upon the trees.
+
+ I cry for night-blue shadows
+ On plain and hill and dome,--
+ The spell of old enchantments,
+ The sorcery of home.
+
+ _Bliss Carman_
+
+
+
+
+_Up a Hill and a Hill_
+
+
+ Up a hill and a hill there’s a sudden orchard-slope,
+ And a little tawny field in the sun;
+ There’s a gray wall that coils like a twist of frayed-out rope,
+ And grasses nodding news one to one.
+
+ Up a hill and a hill there’s a windy place to stand,
+ And between the apple-boughs to find the blue
+ Of the sleepy summer sea, past the cliffs of orange sand,
+ With the white charmed ships sliding through.
+
+ Up a hill and a hill there’s a little house as gray
+ As a stone that the glaciers scored and stained;
+ With a red rose by the door, and a tangled garden-way,
+ And a face at the window, checker-paned.
+
+ I could climb, I could climb, till the shoes fell off my feet,
+ Just to find that tawny field above the sea!
+ Up a hill and a hill,--oh, the honeysuckle’s sweet!
+ And the eyes at the window watch for me!
+
+ _Fannie Stearns Davis_
+
+
+
+
+_Hills_
+
+
+ I never loved your plains!--
+ Your gentle valleys,
+ Your drowsy country lanes
+ And pleachèd alleys.
+
+ I want my hills!--the trail
+ That scorns the hollow.--
+ Up, up the ragged shale
+ Where few will follow,
+
+ Up, over wooded crest
+ And mossy boulder
+ With strong thigh, heaving chest,
+ And swinging shoulder,
+
+ So let me hold my way,
+ By nothing halted,
+ Until, at close of day,
+ I stand, exalted,
+
+ High on my hills of dream--
+ Dear hills that know me!
+ And then, how fair will seem
+ The lands below me,
+
+ How pure, at vesper-time,
+ The far bells chiming!
+ God, give me hills to climb,
+ And strength for climbing!
+
+ _Arthur Guiterman_
+
+
+
+
+_Again Among the Hills_
+
+
+ Again among the hills!
+ The shaggy hills!
+ The clear arousing air comes like a call
+ Of bugle notes across the pines, and thrills
+ My heart as if a hero had just spoken.
+ Again among the hills!
+ The jubilant, unbroken,
+ Long dreaming of the hills!
+ Far off, Ascutney smiles as one at peace;
+ And over all
+ The golden sunlight pours, and fills
+ The hollow of the earth, like a god’s joy.
+ Again among the hills!
+ The tranquil hills
+ That took me as a boy
+ And filled my spirit with the silences!
+
+ O indolent, far-reaching hills that lie
+ Secure in your own strength, and take your ease
+ Like careless giants ’neath the summer sky--
+ What is it to you, O hills,
+ That anxious men should take thought for the morrow?
+ What has your might to do with thought or sorrow,
+ Or cark and cumber of conflicting wills?
+ Lone Pine, that thron’st thyself upon the height,
+ Aloof and kingly, overlooking all,
+ Yet uncompanioned, with the Day and Night
+ For pageant and the winds for festival!
+ I was thy minion once, and now renew
+ Mine ancient fealty--
+ To that which shaped me still remaining true,
+ And through allegiance only growing free.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ The rising of the wind among the pines,
+ The runic wind, full of old legendries!
+ It talks to the ancient trees
+ Of sights and signs
+ And strange earth-creatures strong to make or mar--
+ Such tales as when the firelight flickered out
+ In the old days men heard and had no doubt.
+ O wind, what is your spell?
+ Borne on your cry, the ages slip away,
+ And lo, I too am of that elder day;
+ I crouch by the logs and hear
+ With credent ear
+ And simple marvel the far tales men tell.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ ... Night on the hills!
+ And the ancient stars emerge.
+ The silence of their mighty distances
+ Compels the world to peace. Now sinks the surge
+ Of life to a soft stir of mountain rills,
+ And over the swarm and urge
+ Of eager men sleep falls and darkling ease.
+
+ Night on the hills!
+ Dark mother-Night, draw near;
+ Lay hands on us and whisper words of cheer
+ So softly, oh, so softly! Now may we
+ Be each as one that leaves his midnight task
+ And throws his casement open; and the air
+ Comes up across the lowlands from the sea
+ And cools his temples, as a maid might ask
+ With shy caress what speech would never dare;
+ And he leans back to her demure desires,
+ And as a dream sees far below
+ The city with its lights aglow
+ And blesses in his heart his brothers there;
+ Then toward the eternal stars again aspires.
+
+ _Richard Hovey_
+
+
+
+
+_Hill Hunger_
+
+
+ I want to stride the hills! My feet cry out
+ For hills! Oh, I am sick to death of streets:
+ The nausea of pavements and people always about;
+ The savagery of mortar and steel that beats
+ Me under, hedges me in; the iron shiver
+ Of traffic!--I want to stride the hills, I want
+ Hills toned frantic silver or a quiver
+ Of scarlet; hills that hunger and grow gaunt!
+ I am tired of steps and steps, and a thousand flights
+ Of stairs resounding, shuffling, quarreling
+ With shoes. I want a hill on windy nights,
+ When April pauses with me, clambering
+ Over the purple side to the top, until
+ We pull ourselves up by a star--the hill! the hill!
+
+ _Joseph Auslander_
+
+
+
+
+_Afternoon on a Hill_
+
+
+ I will be the gladdest thing
+ Under the sun!
+ I will touch a hundred flowers
+ And not pick one.
+
+ I will look at cliffs and clouds
+ With quiet eyes,
+ Watch the wind bow down the grass,
+ And the grass rise.
+
+ And when lights begin to show
+ Up from the town,
+ I will mark which must be mine,
+ And then start down!
+
+ _Edna St. Vincent Millay_
+
+
+
+
+_The Hills_
+
+
+ O my Soul, let us go unto our hills,
+ We were native to them one day, you and I--
+ Less dwellers of the earth than of the sky
+ Where the holy sense of silence stays and stills,
+ Like a hand of benediction lifted high.
+
+ We have stayed in this market-place too long;
+ We have bartered with the birth-right in our breast;
+ We have shamed us with buffoonery and jest,
+ Nor raised our eyes to where our hills were strong,
+ Above this petty region of unrest.
+
+ O, my Soul, let us go unto our hills,
+ To their wonderful, high silence and their might,
+ Where the old dreams shall whisper us by night
+ Till the sullen heart within us stirs and thrills,
+ And wakes to weep and wonder and delight.
+ O my soul, let us go unto our hills.
+
+ _Theodosia Garrison_
+
+
+
+
+_On a Hill_
+
+
+ Spring on a wind-swept hill!
+ The grass at our feet
+ Sheered into waves of light!
+ Spring, and the woodbird’s trill!
+ Spring, and the stars of night
+ Turned dewdrops glist’ning sweet.
+ Earth-chained we stand,
+ Thinking unearthly things,
+ Looking across the land,
+ Over the hills, beyond the sea,
+ Our souls on tireless wings
+ Soaring Eternity.
+
+ Spring! oh, the wind’s rush
+ In the joyous trees!
+ Oh, wide, free sky, and white
+ Laughing clouds! And the hush
+ When, as a musician’s might,
+ God’s Hand rests on His keys.
+
+ _Irene Rutherford McLeod_
+
+
+
+
+_Traveller’s Joy_
+
+
+
+
+ _Whose farthest footstep never strayed beyond the village of his birth
+ Is but a lodger for the night in this old wayside inn of earth.
+ Tomorrow he shall take his pack and set out for the ways beyond
+ On the old trail from star to star, an alien and a vagabond._
+
+ RICHARD HOVEY
+
+
+
+
+_Traveller’s Joy_
+
+
+ What went you, Pilgrim, for to see?
+ A sign or wonder-thing maybe?
+ Some marvel or a holy sight
+ As clerks in chronicles do write?
+ For you have gone and come again,
+ Now tell us plain?
+
+ I saw the sky from rim to rim
+ Full-filled with light up to the brim,
+ As though it were a mighty cup
+ To God’s lip holden up.
+ I saw a river and a down,
+ A harbor and a little town,
+ A marshland blue with irises--
+ I saw all these.
+
+ Saw, too, a sedgy pond where lay
+ Lilies like anchored stars that Day
+ Had ravished from the summer night
+ And kept them there alight.
+ I saw a hill-side gold with furze,
+ And wildrose banks and junipers
+ Distilling fragrance pungent-sweet;
+ I saw a path that called my feet
+ To go with it as any friend,
+ To heart’s desire at the end.
+
+ Sooth, all of these! but ’mid them all
+ Did nothing wonderful befall?
+ No miracle?
+ Yea, but I have no word to tell
+ Of that great thing that happened me--
+ I saw the sea!
+
+ O wide, and blue and infinite!
+ League upon league of space and light!
+ I think that down this sapphire floor
+ One might walk straight to heaven’s door
+ And lift its golden latchet-bar,
+ Nor find it far
+ Or very strange, as one would guess,
+ After such earthly loveliness.
+
+ Poor pilgrim, is this all your store
+ Of tales to tell? Is there no more
+ Than this that any man might show?
+ Yea, all is told. How should you know
+ That I have looked on Beauty’s face,
+ And being far from men a space
+ Have found at springs of Quietness
+ The hands that heal, the hands that bless--
+ Have known the sun and wind and trod
+ The holy earth and talked with God!
+
+ _Arthur Ketchum_
+
+
+
+
+_Ellis Park_
+
+
+ Little park that I pass through,
+ I carry off a piece of you
+ Every morning hurrying down
+ To my work-day in the town;
+ Carry you for country there
+ To make the city ways more fair.
+
+ I take your trees
+ And your breeze,
+ Your greenness,
+ Your cleanness,
+ Some of your shade, some of your sky,
+ Some of your calm as I go by;
+ Your flowers to trim
+ The pavements grim;
+ Your space for room in the jostled street,
+ And grass for carpet to my feet.
+ Your fountains take and sweet bird calls
+ To sing me from my office walls.
+ All that I can see
+ I carry off with me.
+
+ But you never miss my theft,
+ So much treasures you have left.
+ As I find you, fresh at morning,
+ So I find you, home returning,
+ Nothing lacking from your grace.
+ All your riches wait in place
+ For me to borrow
+ On the morrow.
+
+ Do you hear this praise of you,
+ Little park that I pass through?
+
+ _Helen Hoyt_
+
+
+
+
+_Afoot_
+
+
+ Long is the road ’twixt town and town that runs,
+ Travelled by many a lordly cavalcade,
+ With trappings gay, and rich caparisons,
+ Jester and squire, and laughing knight and maid:
+ With gallant clash and stir they go their way:
+ I trudge afoot thro’ all the drouth of day.
+
+ For me, the misty meadows fresh with morn,
+ The tramp thro’ noontide heat to evening gray,
+ The far-seen smoke from the day’s goal upborne,
+ The halt, the friendly greeting by the way,
+ The distant hill beyond far hill descried,
+ The road by day, the rest at eventide.
+
+ I know each wayside wood, each moorland brown,
+ Each hidden by-way and reposeful nook,
+ Where I may linger when the sun goes down,
+ Dipping tired feet in some cool flowing brook;
+ I know the free hill and the glooming glen,
+ And kindly fires, and humble homes of men.
+
+ _C. Fox-Smith_
+
+
+
+
+_The Going of His Feet_
+
+
+ His feet went here and there
+ About the common earth.
+ He touched to grandeur all
+ Men held of little worth.
+
+ He loved the growing flowers,
+ The small bright singing birds,
+ The patient flocks of sheep,
+ The many-pastured herds.
+
+ The field of rippling corn
+ That shimmered in the sun,
+ The soft blue smoke of eve
+ That curled when day was done....
+
+ He did not search afar
+ For what He had to say:
+ His mind reached forth and drew
+ Its strength from every day:}
+
+ The struggling nets, alive
+ With fish drawn from the sea
+ Supplied Him with the apt
+ And chosen simile....
+
+ He saw a neighbor build
+ A house that did not stand--
+ And men may not forget
+ The House Upon The Sand;
+
+ He saw a widow drop
+ Her mite into the hoard--
+ And to eternity
+ That treasure is up-stored;
+
+ He heard a publican
+ Who thought none others there--
+ The souls of all mankind
+ Are richer for that prayer....
+
+ O, Poet of the World,
+ I pray Thee, come to me,
+ That my lame heart might walk,
+ That my dark soul may see;
+
+ And teach me, too, to go
+ About the ways of earth
+ And find the Wealth of God
+ In things of little worth!
+
+ _Harry Kemp_
+
+
+
+
+_Down East and Up Along_
+
+
+ Down east and up along the fringy coast of Maine
+ There’s rumor of the summer and the warm soft rain.
+ There’s lisp of little leaves astir in the heart of every tree,
+ There’s gossip in the grasses that run down to meet the sea.
+ In my heart I hear them calling like a siren’s song,
+ “Come and share the glories of down east and up along!”
+
+ Down east and up along the brooks are flowing full,
+ The gray sea is blue again, the spring tides pull,
+ The keening of the winter wind no longer haunts the seas,
+ There’s the velvet touch of raindrops upon the southern breeze.
+ The throb of life resurgent is calling loud and long,
+ “Come and share the glories of down east and up along!”
+
+ Down east and up along the sun is warm again,
+ Calling to the hungry hearts of city-weary men.
+ Telling of the golden days in a land of woods and sea,
+ A land of summer glory and of autumn ecstasy.
+ You can almost hear the music of the hovering angel throng,
+ For the very edge of Heaven lies down east and up along!
+
+ _Edwin Osgood Grover_
+
+
+
+
+_The Joys of the Road_
+
+
+ Now the joys of the road are chiefly these:
+ A crimson touch on the hard-wood trees;
+
+ A vagrant’s morning wide and blue,
+ In early fall, when the wind walks, too;
+
+ A shadowy highway cool and brown,
+ Alluring up and enticing down
+
+ From rippled water to dappled swamp,
+ From purple glory to scarlet pomp;
+
+ The outward eye, the quiet will,
+ And the striding hart from hill to hill;
+
+ The tempter apple over the fence;
+ The cobweb bloom on the yellow quince;
+
+ The palish asters along the wood,
+ A lyric touch of the solitude;
+
+ An open hand, an easy shoe,
+ And a hope to make the day go through,--
+
+ Another to sleep with, and a third
+ To wake me up at the voice of a bird;
+
+ The resonant, far-listening morn,
+ And the hoarse whisper of the corn;
+
+ The crickets mourning their comrades lost,
+ In the night’s retreat from the gathering frost
+
+ (Or is it their slogan, plaintive and shrill,
+ As they beat on their corselets, valiant still?)
+
+ A hunger fit for the kings of the sea,
+ And a loaf of bread for Dickon and me;
+
+ A thirst like that of the Thirsty Sword,
+ And a jug of cider on the board;
+
+ An idle noon, a bubbling spring,
+ The sea in the pine-tops murmuring;
+
+ A scrap of gossip at the ferry;
+ A comrade neither glum nor merry,
+
+ Asking nothing, revealing naught,
+ But minting his words from a fund of thought,
+
+ A keeper of silence eloquent,
+ Needy, yet royally well content,
+
+ Of the mettled breed, yet abhorring strife,
+ And full of the mellow juice of life,
+
+ No fidget and no reformer, just
+ A calm observer of ought and must,
+
+ A lover of books, but a reader of man,
+ No cynic and no charlatan,
+
+ Who never defers and never demands,
+ But smiling, takes the world in his hands,--
+
+ Seeing it good as when God first saw
+ And gave it the weight of His will for law.
+
+ And Oh, the joy that is never won,
+ But follows and follows the journeying sun,
+
+ By marsh and tide, by meadow and stream,
+ A will-o’-the-wisp, a light-o’-dream,
+
+ Delusion afar, delight anear,
+ From morrow to morrow, from year to year,
+
+ A jack-o’-lantern, a fairy fire,
+ A dare, a bliss, and a desire!
+
+ The racy smell of the forest loam,
+ When the stealthy, sad-heart leaves go home;
+
+ (O leaves, O leaves, I am one with you,
+ Of the mould and the sun and the wind and the dew!)
+
+ The broad gold wake of the afternoon;
+ The silent fleck of the cold new moon;
+
+ The sound of the hollow sea’s release
+ From stormy tumult to starry peace;
+
+ With only another league to wend;
+ And two brown arms at the journey’s end!
+
+ These are the joys of the open road--
+ For him who travels without a load.
+
+ _Bliss Carman_
+
+
+
+
+_Song of the Open_
+
+
+ There’s a whisper in the orchard, there’s a laughter in the breeze,
+ There’s a catbird’s chuckle in the maple tree;
+ And the wind has come from westward, scattering the maple-keys.
+ Oh, it’s time to break your fetters and be free!
+
+ All the rain’s astir and calling, all the grass is wet and brown,
+ All the world waits just beyond the window-pane;
+ And the day is dull and dripping in the gray, gas-lighted town,
+ But the country’s fresh and clean with fall again.
+
+ Oh, it’s out along the prairie with the cool rain in your face,
+ And it’s out along the river flowing free,
+ And it’s out across the hill-tops in a flying-footed race
+ With just your heart to bear you company.
+
+ There’s the prairie curving softly with its golden blooms aglow,
+ And the purple splashes on its ripened flanks;
+ And the idle grassy hollows where the brilliant salvias grow,
+ And the sturdy cat-tails marshal out their ranks.
+
+ Ah, the scarlet of the orchards and the saffron of the fields!
+ Ah, the purple of the vineyards in the sun!
+ Ah, the river in the sunlight, flashing silver as a shield
+ For a moment--and your Indian summer’s done.
+
+ So it’s home along the prairie with the north wind blowing chill,
+ And it’s home across the meadow’s heaving sea,
+ And it’s home with winter shouting just beyond the farthest hill,
+ But yet the road is open and is free.
+
+ _Sara Hamilton Birchall_
+
+
+
+
+_Rebellion_
+
+
+ To wake at morn,
+ And hear the little laugh
+ Of the lake-wind in the trees;
+ To watch at dawn
+ The earliest sunbeam kiss
+ The mist-crowned, towering peaks
+ And glide down to the plains.
+
+ Ah, that is Life!
+ Not this--
+ To wake at morn,
+ And hear the swelling roar
+ Of Man, Beast and Machine,
+ Toiling in murky air
+ And a city’s sweat!
+
+ At noon to dream
+ Where Nature’s bowers are hid
+ Beneath an arch
+ Of twined and intersticing vines,
+ While on the air
+ Quivers the chanting of the sighing woods,
+ And the songs of mating birds.
+
+ Ah, that is Life!
+ Not this--
+ At noon to pause,
+ And lay aside the pen for one brief hour:
+ Then to return, as I did yesterday,
+ Will do to-morrow and on all to-morrows--
+ Oh, Fool, Machine, and Slave!
+
+ Again at dusk,
+ To watch the sun’s last ray
+ Fade in the west;
+ To feel Earth’s grand transition
+ From day to night--
+ That moment when the world
+ Pauses and knows itself!
+ The Angelus chimes
+ And echoes round the Earth;
+
+ Here the Muezzin’s call,
+ There a child’s lullaby,
+ And now a poor serf’s prayer....
+ Earth’s evensong!
+
+ To hear that is to live!
+ Not this--
+ To breast the roaring surge
+ Of thousands, pale and tired, dead in soul,
+ Crowding with merciless haste toward home.
+ Home?...
+ Past ere the sweet of home has touched the sense!
+ To toil that we may sleep
+ That better we may toil;
+ To toil that we may eat,
+ That better we may toil.
+ Ay, that is Life; but still--
+ But still we dream!
+
+ _Stephen Chalmers_
+
+
+
+
+_The Tree-Top Road_
+
+
+ Life’s sweetest joys are hidden
+ In unsubstantial things;
+ An April rain, a fragrance,
+ A vision of blue wings:
+ And what are memory and hope
+ But dreams? And yet the bread
+ On which these little lives of ours
+ Are fed and comforted!
+
+ Without imagination
+ The soul becomes a clod,
+ Missing the trail of beauty,
+ Losing the way to God.
+ And I have built a templed-stair
+ Out of a lilac bloom
+ And climbed to heaven with purple pomp
+ And censers of perfume!
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ I have no feud with Labor,
+ But at the Gates of June
+ I fling away my dusty pack
+ And join in Youth’s glad tune.
+ And just forgetting for a while
+ That I am worn and gray,
+ Go sailing off with Peter Pan
+ Along the Tree-top Way!
+
+ _May Riley Smith_
+
+
+
+
+_Early Morning at Bargis_
+
+
+ Clear air and grassy lea,
+ Stream-song and cattle-bell--
+ Dear man, what fools are we
+ In prison-walls to dwell!
+
+ To live our days apart
+ From green things and wide skies,
+ And let the wistful heart
+ Be cut and crushed with lies!
+
+ Bright peaks!--And suddenly
+ Light floods the placid dell,
+ The grass-tops brush my knee:
+ A good crop it will be,
+ So all is well!
+ O man, what fools are we
+ In prison-walls to dwell!
+
+ _Hermann Hagedorn_
+
+
+
+
+_Denial_
+
+
+ It is not down this road I walk,
+ Or through these brown-leaved trees;
+ For in my heart I loiter where
+ The clover calls the bees;
+
+ Where trees are green and streams are warm,
+ And drowsy life is sweet--
+ It is not down this lane I go
+ With tired, reluctant feet.
+
+ _Lancaster Pollard_
+
+
+
+
+_“A la Belle Étoile”_
+
+ Oh, who will lodge at my Inn tonight,
+ And live both fair and fine,
+ With a blossoming blackberry vine for a gate,
+ And a friendly star for a sign?
+
+ Good sir, my Inn is a gentle Inn,
+ The wine is sweet and old;
+ ’Tis Adam’s, sir, with a fine bouquet,
+ And the color of liquid gold.
+
+ The carriages roll on the rocky road
+ To a musty house afar;
+ But the gentlefolk stop by the blackberry gate
+ At the Inn of the Beautiful Star.
+
+ Sweet fern, sweet fern for your pillow, sir,
+ And a quick-eared faun for your mate,
+ And a firefly’s light for your candle bright--
+ Good sooth, we sleep in state.
+
+ The winds go murmuring by at dusk
+ And call you up at dawn,
+ To walk through the fairies’ handkerchiefs
+ And startle a sleeping fawn.
+
+ When day is red on the river’s bed,
+ And bright on quartz and spar,
+ We’ll say our short St. Martin’s grace
+ At the Inn of the Beautiful Star.
+
+ The blackberry vine is a maiden now,
+ With her pale stars in the dew;
+ Come back next month, good sir, there’ll be
+ Sweet blackberries for you.
+
+ We’ll wish you luck from the blackberry gate.
+ Although you wander far,
+ ’Tis here that you’ll come home at last--
+ To our Inn of the Beautiful Star.
+
+ _Sara Hamilton Birchall_
+
+
+
+
+_Journey_
+
+
+ Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass
+ And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind
+ Blow over me,--I am so tired, so tired
+ Of passing pleasant places! All my life,
+ Following Care along the dusty road,
+ Have I looked back at loveliness and sighed;
+ Yet at my hand an unrelenting hand
+ Tugged ever, and I passed. All my life long
+ Over my shoulder have I looked at peace;
+ And now I fain would lie in this long grass
+ And close my eyes,
+ Yet onward!
+
+ Cat-birds call
+ Through the long afternoon, and creeks at dusk
+ Are guttural. Whippoorwills wake and cry,
+ Drawing the twilight close about their throats.
+ Only my heart makes answer. Eager vines
+ Go up the rocks and wait; flushed apple-trees
+ Pause in their dance and break the ring for me;
+ Dim, shady wood-roads, redolent of fern
+ And bayberry, that through sweet bevies thread
+ Of round-faced roses, pink and petulant,
+ Look back and beckon ere they disappear.
+ Only my heart, only my heart responds,
+ Yet, ah, my path is sweet on either side
+ All through the dragging day,--sharp underfoot,
+ And hot, and like dead mist the dry dust hangs--
+ But far, oh, far as passionate eye can reach,
+ And long, ah, long as rapturous eye can cling,
+ The world is mine; blue hill, still silver lake,
+ Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road.
+ A gateless garden, and an open path;
+ My feet to follow, and my heart to hold.
+
+ _Edna St. Vincent Millay_
+
+
+
+
+_The Sojourner_
+
+
+ I will arise and go; the wind is fain of me,
+ The laughing wind that stirs my climbing rose;
+ The tiny clusters nod and talk together,
+ But what their secret may be, no one knows.
+
+ I will arise and go; the wind is fain of me,
+ The rose is heavy in the southern town,
+ The wild geese travel northward in the mornings,
+ The bold-eyed southern spring tears wide her gown.
+
+ I will arise and go; the wind is fain of me,
+ The last snow melts beneath the gray stone walls,
+ The green young sedges fringe the river-margin,
+ And in my heart the Northland calls and calls.
+
+ I will arise and go; the wind is fain of me.
+ Too long I wait in summer’s tasselled hall,
+ Too long I dream amid the tulip blossoms,
+ Too long I linger when I hear the call.
+
+ I will arise and go to seek the mountains,
+ I will return my playfellows to greet;
+ Once more the open hills and the sweet meadow,
+ Once more the virgin Northland’s lips to meet.
+
+ _Sara Hamilton Birchall_
+
+
+
+
+_Traveller’s Rest_
+
+
+ When you are tired of the long road and the open sky,
+ I wish it may be my door that you’re passing by:
+ I wish it may be my hearth where you will sit down
+ And tell your tales of the land and sea and the strange far town.
+
+ Oh, come you in from eastward or come you in from the west,
+ Here’s good cheer to greet you and welcome of the best:
+ Oh, come you with your pockets full or come you home poor,
+ Here’s a place by the fireside and an open door.
+
+ You’ll tell me where you were since, and the things you’ve seen
+ Up and down the wide world where so long you’ve been,--
+ All the time that I’ve been here and you far away,--
+ And then awhile be silent, as good friends may.
+
+ And then awhile listen to the wind and rain,
+ Moaning in the chimney-breast, beating at the pane,--
+ Dark and cold outside there, and the stormy skies,
+ And you sitting down here with the firelight in your eyes.
+
+ _C. Fox-Smith_
+
+
+
+
+_Far From the Madding Crowd_
+
+
+ It seems to me I’d like to go
+ Where bells don’t ring nor whistles blow,
+ Nor clocks don’t strike nor gongs don’t sound,
+ But where there’s stillness all around.
+
+ Not real still stillness; just the trees’
+ Low whisperings or the croon of bees;
+ The drowsy tinklings of the rill,
+ Or twilight song of whippoorwill.
+
+ ’Twould be a joy could I behold
+ The dappled fields of green and gold,
+ Or in the cool, sweet clover lie
+ And watch the cloud-ships drifting by.
+
+ I’d like to find some quaint old boat,
+ And fold its oars, and with it float
+ Along the lazy, limpid stream
+ Where water-lilies drowse and dream.
+
+ Sometimes it seems to me I must
+ Just quit the city’s din and dust,
+ For fields of green and skies of blue;
+ And, say! How does it seem to you?
+
+ _Nixon Waterman_
+
+
+
+
+_Streams_
+
+
+ I so love water-laughter,
+ Its bubbling flecks and gleams,
+ I pray in the hereafter
+ There somewhere may be streams.
+
+ I’d have for my companion
+ In some celestial nook,
+ Beneath a spreading banyan,
+ The music of a brook.
+
+ Its measures would entice me,
+ Uncumbered by the clay,
+ Its melody suffice me
+ Till drooped the heavenly day.
+
+ Then its all-liquid laughter
+ Would murmur through my dreams;
+ I pray in the hereafter
+ There somewhere may be streams.
+
+ _Clinton Scollard_
+
+
+
+
+_The Call_
+
+
+ I must get out to the woods again, to the whispering
+ tree and the birds awing,
+ Away from the haunts of pale-faced men, to the spaces wide
+ where strength is king;
+ I must get out where the skies are blue and the air is clean
+ and the rest is sweet,
+ Out where there’s never a task to do or a goal to reach or
+ a foe to meet.
+
+ I must get out on the trails once more that wind through
+ shadowy haunts and cool,
+ Away from the presence of wall and door, and see myself
+ in a crystal pool;
+ I must get out with the silent things, where neither laughter
+ nor hate is heard,
+ Where malice never the humblest stings and no one is hurt
+ by a spoken word.
+
+ Oh, I’ve heard the call of the tall white pine, and heard
+ the call of the running brook,
+ I’m tired of the tasks which each day are mine, I’m weary
+ of reading a printed book,
+ I want to get out of the din and strife, the clank and
+ clamor of turning wheel,
+ And walk for a day where life is life, and the joys are
+ true and the pictures real.
+
+ _Edgar A. Guest_
+
+
+
+
+_The Road that Leads to Home_
+
+ My road is a by-road, with big trees reaching high,
+ A tapestry of living green against a sapphire sky;
+ An olden road, a golden road, is the road I love to roam
+ A gleaming road, a dreaming road, the road that leads to home.
+
+ My road is a shy road, where whispering lovers stray
+ And breathe the scent of the bramble-rose and fields of new-mown hay;
+ A road to woo with a song or two, ere the day has yet begun,
+ A smiling road, a beguiling road, that dips into the sun.
+
+ My road is a by-road, where townfolk never tread,
+ With wild wind flowers in the grass, and green leaves overhead;
+ Oh, dawn-mist road, oh, star-kissed road, across the white sea foam
+ I hear you crying, hear you sighing, calling the wand’rer home.
+
+ _Ethel E. Mannin_
+
+
+
+
+_Echoes from Vagabondia_
+
+
+
+
+ _The bed was made, the room was fit, by punctual eve the stars were lit.
+ The air was still, the water ran, no need was there for maid or man,
+ When we put up, my ass and I, at God’s green caravanserai._
+
+ ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
+
+
+
+
+_Wanderthirst_
+
+
+ Beyond the East the sunrise, beyond the West the sea,
+ And East and West the wanderthirst that will not let me be;
+ It works in me like madness, to bid me say good-bye;
+ For the seas call and the stars call, and oh! the call of the sky.
+
+ I know not where the white road runs, nor what the blue hills are,
+ But a man can have the Sun for friend, and for his guide a star;
+ And there’s no end of voyaging when once the voice is heard,
+ For the river calls and the road calls, and oh! the call of a bird!
+
+ Yonder the long horizon lies, and there by night and day
+ The old ships draw to home again, the young ships sail away;
+ And come I may, but go I must, and, if men ask you why,
+ You may put the blame on the stars and the sun and the
+ white road and the sky.
+
+ _Gerald Gould_
+
+
+
+
+_The Vagabond_
+
+
+ To tread the path of glory needs a braver soul than I,
+ A man who will not stop to watch the white clouds drifting by,
+ A man who will not pause to throw a pebble in a stream
+ Or stretch full length upon its bank, the captive of a dream.
+
+ A braver soul than I must tread the rugged way and long,
+ A man who will not stop to catch the wild canary’s song,
+ A man who’ll pass a thousand charms and never turn to see
+ The beauty of the petaled dress upon an apple tree.
+
+ To tread the path of glory needs a stronger soul than mine,
+ A man that isn’t tempted when the air is sharp as wine,
+ A man that has no vision save the golden goal he seeks,
+ And doesn’t hear the language which the voice of nature speaks.
+
+ But I am prey to woods and fields, to sunny hills and streams,
+ And I’ve a soul which likes to drift and tease itself with dreams,
+ And weak am I that should be strong--a sunbeam on a pond
+ Has but to wink an eye at me, and I’m a vagabond.
+
+ _Edgar A. Guest_
+
+
+
+
+_Gipsy Song_
+
+
+ Gipsy, gipsy, gipsy girl!
+ April’s at the door,
+ April’s whistling through the wood--
+ Must I call once more?
+
+ Gipsy, gipsy, gipsy girl!
+ Keen across the night
+ Hylas flutes among the pools
+ And the road’s moon-white.
+
+ Gipsy, gipsy, gipsy girl!
+ Must I whistle still,
+ Waiting at your silent door
+ On the ferny hill?
+
+ Moonlit road and breaking sea,
+ Wet wind from the south!
+ Gipsy, all your lover lacks
+ Is your scarlet mouth!
+
+ _Sara Hamilton Birchall_
+
+
+
+
+_The Road To Vagabondia_
+
+
+ He was sitting on a doorstep as I went strolling by;
+ A lonely little beggar with a wistful, homesick eye--
+ And he wasn’t what you’d borrow
+ And he wasn’t what you’d steal--
+ But I guessed his heart was breaking,
+ So I whistled him to heel.
+
+ They had stoned him through the city streets and naught the city cared,
+ But I was heading outward and the roads are sweeter shared,
+ So I took him for a comrade and I whistled him away--
+ On the road to Vagabondia that lies across the day.
+
+ Yellow dog he was; but bless you--he was just the chap for me!
+ For I’d rather have an inch of dog than miles of pedigree.
+ So we stole away together on the road that has no end
+ With a new-coined day to fling away and all the stars to spend!
+
+ Oh, to walk the road at morning, when the wind is blowing clean,
+ And the yellow daisies fling their gold across a world of green--
+ For the wind it heals the heart-aches and the sun it dries the scars,
+ On the road to Vagabondia that lies beneath the stars.
+
+ ’Twas the wonder of the going cast a spell about our feet--
+ We walked because the world was young, because the way was sweet;
+ And we slept in wild-rose meadows by the little wayside farms,
+ ’Til the Dawn came up the highroad with the dead moon in her arms.
+
+ Oh, the Dawn it went before us through a shining lane of skies,
+ And the Dream was at our heartstrings and the light was in our eyes,
+ And we made no boast of glory and we made no boast of birth,
+ On the road to Vagabondia that lies across the earth.
+
+ _Dana Burnet_
+
+
+
+
+_Gipsy Feet_
+
+
+ Oh, gipsy hearts are many enough, but gipsy feet are few!
+ Many’s the one that loves to dream night-long of stars and dew:
+ Many’s the one that loves the scent of wood-smoke by the way,
+ And turns a leaping longing heart to every dawn of day.
+
+ Gipsy hearts are many enough, but gipsy feet are few.--
+ Ah, how ill it is to bide unloosed the long year through!
+ Up and down the loud gray streets, stared at, staring back,
+ Through tarnished trails of the staggering sun and soot-fog ochre-black;--
+
+ Dressed in heavy and sober togs, eating of heavy fare,
+ Hailed by only the screaming street, “Mind! step lively there!”
+ Crook-backed over a dusty desk,--bothering to and fro
+ There in the dull and airless house,--ah, to cut and go!--
+
+ Up the hill-roads into the day! Over the sea-ward fells,
+ Watch the thistle-down dip, and hear the thin sheep’s huddling bells;
+ Run like fire along the field, worship the heart of the wood,
+ Kneel by the spring that splits the rock, and find the white rain good.
+
+ --Oh, gipsy hearts are many enough, but gipsy feet are few;
+ And secret gods must we worship still, if we worship fire and dew.
+ For we must bend at the dusty desk, and over the counter lean,--
+ Toil and moil in the sun-starved house, though leaves blow red or green.
+
+ God, great God of the wind’s caress, God of the sea’s salute,
+ Why are we chained and muzzled and meshed more than our brother the brute?
+ Shall there be never a day that all of the gipsy hearts may greet,
+ Laughing out at the lure of the sun for the lift of the gipsy feet?
+
+ But oh, though that day is far to come, and the feet forget to go free,
+ Pray God that the hearts may not forget the hurt and the ecstasy!
+ Pray God that never the fret may fail when the Spring comes over the year,
+ That never the thin gay autumn dawns may seem less wild and dear.
+
+ For shall it not be the height of Heaven, wonderful, swift, and sweet,
+ If into the paths of perilous death may wander the gipsy feet?
+ May wander free, with the risk of the road, the road that
+ the glad Dead know,
+ Out where the fires of God flame high, and the winds of God lean low!
+
+ _Fannie Stearns Davis_
+
+
+
+
+_A Strip of Blue_
+
+
+ I do not own an inch of land,
+ But all I see is mine,--
+ The orchard and the mowing-fields,
+ The lawns and gardens fine.
+ The winds my tax-collectors are,
+ They bring me tithes divine,--
+ Wild scents and subtle essences,
+ A tribute rare and free;
+ And, more magnificent than all,
+ My window keeps for me
+ A glimpse of blue immensity,--
+ A little strip of sea.
+
+ Richer am I than he who owns
+ Great fleets and argosies;
+ I have a share in every ship
+ Won by the inland breeze
+ To loiter on yon airy road,
+ Above the apple-trees.
+ I freight them with my untold dreams;
+ Each bears my own picked crew;
+ And nobler cargoes wait for them
+ Than ever India knew,--
+ My ships that sail into the East
+ Across that outlet blue.
+
+ _Lucy Larcom_
+
+
+
+
+_Black Ashes_
+
+
+ Sometime we shall remember them, the little camping places,
+ A day long, an hour long, a halt beside the way,
+ Shall see again before us the mountains’ kindly faces
+ With the white roads pleading, leading through the
+ hill-mists wreathing gray.
+
+ Lichened spur and creeping trail, sun-gold in the west,
+ Purple moorland, misty lure-land spreading far beneath;
+ Red-gold flamelight lifting, drifting, round the pine-dark crest
+ To dim the little village lights asleep upon the heath.
+
+ Sometime we shall remember them, from out the days that bind us,
+ A year long, a life long, that link and hold us fast,
+ Will come a breath of twilight blent with woodsmoke to remind us
+ Of the little camping places in the springtimes that are past.
+
+ White-spread dunes and opal sea, gray gulls slant the spray,
+ Spiced sweetfern by sandy turn where the sun strikes gold,
+ Scent of woodsmoke, vagrant, fragrant, ah, it haunts the air today
+ From the little camping places in the Story That Is Told.
+
+ _Martha Haskell Clark_
+
+
+
+
+_The Wander Lure_
+
+
+ The robin’s on the wing again; I hear the call o’ spring again,
+ And fain am I to follow, lass; it calls me not in vain!
+ Yea, I would join the chorus. Lo! the highway is before us,--
+ _But what if she, my first beloved, should call to me again?_
+
+ The wander lure is part o’ me, and love is in the heart o’ me,
+ And I would tread the road with you that leads beyond the door.
+ I hear the cry o’ laughter, and my feet would follow after,--
+ _But what if she, my first beloved, should call to me once more?_
+
+ Yea, I will follow you, my lass, around the world and through, my lass,
+ To seek the peace o’ summer moons that waits beside the sea.
+ We’ll leave the past behind us; come, the joy o’ life will find us,--
+ _But what if she, my first beloved, should call again to me?_
+
+ _Kendall Banning_
+
+
+
+
+_Comrades of the Trail_
+
+
+ Until the day the world shall die
+ We shall be comrades, you and I.
+
+ For we have seen the morning break
+ In golden beauty on that lake
+ That rests in intimate grace before
+ Our cedar cabin’s unlatched door;
+ And we have heard the rain at night
+ And blessed our driftwood hearthfire light;
+ Wakened by thunder, we have crept
+ Closer and turned again and slept
+ While the trees crashed, weakening,
+ And blocked our trail up to the spring.
+
+ Dangers of cities never draw
+ Two close as does the forest’s awe;
+ Beauties of cities never bind
+ Memory and heart and soul and mind
+ As does the dawn in forest places,
+ Or tree-rent moonlight on our faces.
+
+ Husband and wife! If that were all!
+ Not vows alone have made us thrall,
+ But none can evermore walk free
+ Bound to each other as are we,
+ By sky and water, fern and tree.
+
+ _Mary Carolyn Davies_
+
+
+
+
+_The Vagrant_
+
+
+ I will leave the dust of the city street and the noise of the busy town
+ For the windy moor and the high hill and the peat-stream flowing brown;
+ I will keep my watch by the camp-fires where the white
+ cliffs lean to the sea,
+ And dawn shall wake me with golden hands and the rain shall walk with me.
+
+ I will seek the place where gypsies roam and strange, wild
+ songs are sung;
+ I will find once more the magic paths I knew when earth was young,
+ And the stars will give me comradeship and the wind will be my friend,
+ And I will send you the fairy gold that lies at the rainbow’s end.
+
+ Stretch not your hands nor bid me stay, I hear the white road’s call,
+ The sun hath kissed the buds from sleep, and I am one with them all;
+ But I will send you a golden cloak and a pair of silver shoon,
+ And a dream that the fairies spin from stars on the other
+ side of the moon.
+
+ _Pauline Slender_
+
+
+
+
+_The Gipsy Wedding_
+
+
+ Once more the gipsy aster
+ Her flaunting kerchief waves,
+ Once more along the wood-ways
+ His nuts the squirrel saves;
+ Once more the vagrant passion
+ Stirs heart of man and maid,
+ Once more it is October,
+ Once more the spell is laid.
+
+ And to Saint Bartel’s altar
+ Two come where was but one,
+ With goldenrod and beechleaf
+ Beneath the amber sun;
+ Two come, Saint Bartelmeo,
+ With sunbrowned hand in hand,
+ To pray your blessing, Father,
+ Upon the golden band.
+
+ There in the tall cathedral
+ Of tamarack and pine,
+ The old saint gives the blessing,
+ The sunbrowned fingers twine.
+ And down the dusky wood-ways
+ The gipsy lad and maid
+ Go hand in hand together
+ Forever unafraid.
+
+ _Sara Hamilton Birchall_
+
+
+
+
+_The Vagabond At Home_
+
+
+ Oh, it’s spring once more in France, and it’s spring in gay Algiers,
+ And it’s spring along the happy Appian Way;
+ There are cherries in Japan, and the thrushes’ joy and tears
+ Pipe for England, “There is nowhere such a day!”
+
+ How the call rings clear, commanding: “Hurry over, sail afar
+ To the date-tree and the banyan’s dim domain;
+ To the Yangtze and the Yalu, where the bell-topped temples are;
+ And remember there are castles left in Spain!”
+
+ But I hear a whisper steady, blowing down my own home-stream
+ Full of all the glad romance I used to know:
+ “Leave the lands beyond to others;
+ Our wee woodfolk are your brothers;
+ And the earth is bursting treasure!” So I go.
+
+ When the wander urge is on me, there are never bonds that hold;
+ When the summons comes, it never comes in vain;
+ But the foreign trails are either far too new or far too old--
+ Give me April in my native woods again!
+
+ _Ruth Wright Kauffman_
+
+
+
+
+_The Gipsy Trail_
+
+
+ The white moth to the closing vine,
+ The bee to the open clover,
+ And the gipsy blood to the gipsy blood
+ Ever the wide world over.
+
+ Ever the wide world over, lass,
+ Ever the trail held true,
+ Over the world and under the world,
+ And back at the last to you.
+
+ Out of the dark of the gorgio camp,
+ Out of the grime and the gray
+ (Morning waits at the end of the world),
+ Gipsy, come away!
+
+ The wild boar to the sun-dried swamp,
+ The red crane to her reed,
+ And the Romany lass to the Romany lad
+ By the tie of a roving breed.
+
+ Morning waits at the end of the world
+ Where winds unhaltered play,
+ Nipping the flanks of their plunging ranks,
+ Till the white sea-horses neigh.
+
+ The pied snake to the rifted rock,
+ The buck to the stony plain,
+ And the Romany lass to the Romany lad,
+ And both to the road again.
+
+ Both to the road again, again!
+ Out on a clean sea-track--
+ Follow the cross of the gipsy trail
+ Over the world and back!
+
+ Follow the Romany patteran
+ North where the blue bergs sail,
+ And the bows are gray with the frozen spray,
+ And the masts are shod with mail.
+
+ Follow the Romany patteran
+ Sheer to the Austral Light,
+ Where the besom of God is the wild south wind,
+ Sweeping the sea-floors white.
+
+ Follow the Romany patteran
+ West to the sinking sun,
+ Till the junk-sails lift through the houseless drift,
+ And the east and the west are one.
+
+ Follow the Romany patteran
+ East where the silence broods
+ By a purple wave on an opal beach
+ In the hush of the Mahim Woods.
+
+ The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky,
+ The deer to the wholesome wold,
+ And the heart of a man to the heart of a maid,
+ As it was in the days of old.
+
+ The heart of a man to the heart of a maid--
+ Light of my tents, be fleet!
+ Morning waits at the end of the world,
+ And the world is all at our feet!
+
+ _Rudyard Kipling_
+
+
+
+
+_St. Bartholomew’s On The Hill_
+
+
+ Bartholomew, my brother,
+ I like your roomy church;
+ I like your way of leaving
+ No sinners in the lurch.
+
+ I wish the world were wealthy
+ In ministers like you,
+ When at the lovely August
+ You give the blessed dew.
+
+ I love your rambling Abbey,
+ So long ago begun,
+ Whose choirs are in the tree-tops,
+ Whose censor is the sun.
+
+ Its windows are the morning;
+ Its rafters are the stars;
+ The fog-banks float like incense
+ Up from its purple floors.
+
+ And where the ruddy apples
+ Make lamps in the green gloom,
+ The flowers in congregation
+ Are never pressed for room;
+
+ But in your hillside chapel,
+ Gay with its gorgeous paints,
+ They bow before the Presence,--
+ Sweet, merry little saints.
+
+ _Bliss Carman_
+
+
+
+
+_Fishing_
+
+
+ “Men will grow weary,” said the Lord,
+ “Of working for their bed and board.
+ They’ll weary of the money chase
+ And want to find a resting place
+ Where hum of wheel is never heard
+ And no one speaks an angry word.
+ And selfishness and greed and pride
+ And petty motives don’t abide.
+ They’ll need a place where they can go
+ To wash their souls as white as snow.
+ They will be better men and true
+ If they can play a day or two.”
+
+ The Lord then made the brooks to flow
+ And fashioned rivers here below,
+ And many lakes; for water seems
+ Best suited for a mortal’s dreams.
+ He placed about them willow trees
+ To catch the murmur of the breeze.
+ And the birds that sing the best
+ Among the foliage to nest.
+ He filled each pond and stream and lake
+ With fish for man to come and take.
+ Then stretched a velvet carpet deep
+ On which a weary soul could sleep.
+
+ It seemed to me the Good Lord knew
+ That man would want something to do
+ When, worn and wearied with the stress
+ Of battling hard for world success,
+ When sick at heart of all the strife
+ And pettiness of daily life.
+ He knew he’d need, from time to time
+ To cleanse himself of city grime,
+ And he would want some place to be
+ Where hate and greed he’d never see,
+ And so on lakes and streams and brooks
+ The Good Lord fashioned fishing nooks.
+
+ _Edgar A. Guest_
+
+
+
+
+_A Vagabond Song_
+
+
+ There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood--
+ Touch of manner, hint of mood;
+ And my heart is like a rhyme,
+ With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
+
+ The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
+ Of bugles going by.
+ And my lonely spirit thrills
+ To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
+
+ There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
+ We must rise and follow her,
+ When from every hill of flame
+ She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
+
+ _Bliss Carman_
+
+
+
+
+_Have You?_
+
+
+ Have you ever built a camp-fire at the closing of the day?
+ Have you sat and watched the embers glowing red?
+ With your scanty supper finished and the things all cleared away,
+ Have you sat and smoked and thought about your bed?
+ Of the bed you left behind you in the dwelling-place of man,
+ In the much o’er-furnished room you knew of yore;
+ Ere you sought the silent places where a fellow learns he can
+ Do a lot of things he never did before?
+
+ Have you ever spread a blanket down beneath the star-strewn skies?
+ Rolled yourself within its cozy folds to sleep,
+ At the base of mighty mountains, with their peaks that rise and rise?
+ Have you known the age-old silence that they keep?
+ Have you seen the red sun climbing up the eastern slope? Then know
+ You will ne’er forget those rugged, happy days.
+ What! You’ve never known the glory of the new-born day? Then go--
+ It’s a road that’s hard to travel--but it pays.
+
+ _Harry M. Dean_
+
+
+
+
+_Gypsy-Heart_
+
+
+ The April world is misted with emerald and gold;
+ The meadow-larks are calling sweet and keen;
+ Gypsy-heart is up and off for woodland and for wold,
+ Roaming, roaming, roaming through the green.
+ Gypsy-heart, away!
+ Oh, the wind--the wind and the sun!
+ Take the blithe adventure of the fugitive to-day;
+ Youth will soon be done.
+
+ From buds that May is kissing there trembles forth a soul;
+ The rosy boughs are whispering the white;
+ Gypsy-heart is heedless now of thrush and oriole,
+ Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming of delight.
+ Gypsy-heart, beware!
+ Oh, the song--the song in the blood!
+ Magic walks the forest; there’s bewitchment on the air.
+ Spring is at the flood.
+
+ The wings of June are woven of fragrance and of fire;
+ Heap roses, crimson roses, for her throne.
+ Gypsy-heart is anguished with tumultuous desire,
+ Seeking, seeking, seeking for its own.
+ Gypsy-heart, abide!
+ Oh, the far--the far is the near!
+ ’Tis a foolish fable that the universe is wide.
+ All the world is here.
+
+ _Katharine Lee Bates_
+
+
+
+
+_A More Ancient Mariner_
+
+
+ The swarthy bee is a buccaneer,
+ A burly velveted rover,
+ Who loves the booming wind in his ear
+ As he sails the seas of clover.
+
+ A waif of the goblin pirate crew,
+ With not a soul to deplore him,
+ He steers for the open verge of blue
+ With the filmy world before him.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ He harries the ports of the Hollyhocks,
+ And levies on poor Sweetbrier;
+ He drinks the whitest wine of Phlox,
+ And the Rose is his desire.
+
+ He hangs in the Willows a night and a day;
+ He rifles the Buckwheat patches;
+ Then battens his store of pelf galore
+ Under the tautest hatches.
+
+ He woos the Poppy and weds the Peach,
+ Inveigles Daffodilly,
+ And then like a tramp abandons each
+ For the gorgeous Canada Lily.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ He dares to boast, along the coast,
+ The beauty of Highland Heather,--
+ How he and she, with night on the sea,
+ Lay out on the hills together.
+
+ He pilfers from every port of the wind,
+ From April to golden autumn;
+ But the thieving ways of his mortal days
+ Are those his mother taught him.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ He never could box the compass round;
+ He doesn’t know port from starboard;
+ But he knows the gates of the Sundown Straits,
+ Where the choicest goods are harbored.
+
+ He never could see the Rule of Three,
+ But he knows a rule of thumb
+ Better than Euclid’s, better than yours,
+ Or the teachers’ yet to come.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ He drones along with his rough sea-song
+ And the throat of a salty tar,
+ This devil-may-care, till he makes his lair
+ By the light of a yellow star.
+
+ He looks like a gentleman, lives like a lord,
+ And works like a Trojan hero;
+ Then loafs all winter upon his hoard,
+ With the mercury at zero.
+
+ _Bliss Carman_
+
+
+
+
+_Vagabonds_
+
+
+ Upon us vagabonds who take
+ Our packs and paddles Sunday
+ The good folk look austerely down,
+ Though they may smile on Monday.
+
+ Some call us pagans, others tramps;
+ The truth they never knew--
+ We faithfully attend the Church
+ Of Saint Bartholomew.
+
+ Among the birches on the hill
+ His holydays are kept
+ Where thrushes flute the anthems, and
+ Crumb-charity accept.
+
+ The sermon never wearies us;
+ We hold the Amen pew,
+ And pay our pew-rent to the Church
+ Of Saint Bartholomew.
+
+ _Sara Hamilton Birchall_
+
+
+
+
+_The Gypsying_
+
+
+ I wish we might go gypsying one day while we’re young--
+ On a blue October morning
+ Beneath a cloudless sky,
+ When all the world’s a vibrant harp
+ The winds o’ God have strung,
+ And gay as tossing torches the maples light us by;
+ The rising sun before us--a golden bubble swung--
+ I wish we might go gypsying one day while we’re young.
+
+ I wish we might go gypsying one day before we’re old--
+ To step it with the wild west wind
+ And sing the while we go,
+ Through far forgotten orchards
+ Hung with jewels red and gold;
+ Through cool and fragrant forests where never sun may show,
+ To stand upon a high hill and watch the mist unfold--
+ I wish we might go gypsying one day before we’re old.
+
+ I wish we might go gypsying, dear lad, the while we care.
+ The while we’ve heart for hazarding,
+ The while we’ve will to sing,
+ The while we’ve wit to hear the call
+ And youth and mirth to spare,
+ Before a day may find us too sad for gypsying,
+ Before a day may find us too dull to dream and dare--
+ I wish we might go gypsying, dear lad, the while we care.
+
+ _Theodosia Garrison_
+
+
+
+
+_The Mendicants_
+
+
+ We are as mendicants who wait
+ Along the roadside in the sun.
+ Tatters of yesterday and shreds
+ Of morrow clothe us every one.
+
+ And some are dotards, who believe
+ And glory in the days of old;
+ While some are dreamers, harping still
+ Upon an unknown age of gold.
+
+ Hopeless or witless! Not one heeds,
+ As lavish Time comes down the way
+ And tosses in the suppliant hat
+ One great new-minted gold To-day.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ O foolish ones, put by your care!
+ Where wants are many, joys are few;
+ And at the wilding springs of peace,
+ God keeps an open house for you.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ But there be others, happier few,
+ The vagabondish sons of God,
+ Who know the by-ways and the flowers,
+ And care not how the world may plod.
+
+ They idle down the traffic lands,
+ And loiter through the woods with spring;
+ To them the glory of the earth
+ Is but to hear a bluebird sing.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ One I remember kept his coin,
+ And laughing flipped it in the air;
+ But when two strolling pipe-players
+ Came by, he tossed it to the pair.
+
+ Spendthrift of joy, his childish heart
+ Danced to their wild outlandish bars;
+ Then supperless he laid him down
+ That night, and slept beneath the stars.
+
+ _Bliss Carman_
+
+
+
+
+_The Beloved Vagabond_
+
+
+ You who were once so careless, I can recall you now,
+ Your blue-gray visionary eyes, your great and open brow,
+ With naught to bind your heart-strings, and all the world in fee,
+ You went where all the roads lead, beyond the farthest sea.
+
+ Lover of space and skyline, what vision seared your eyes?
+ What gypsy word was winged to you that bade you gird and rise?
+ What thread of smoke sent onward your restless, eager feet?
+ What vagrant heart was waiting your wayward heart to greet?
+
+ We, who are kin to the city, across the candles praise
+ Your tales of camps in twilight, your great and gallant ways,
+ Your knowledge of the mysteries deep-hidden by the wood,
+ The pagan trust you placed in man, the world you found so good.
+
+ Then leave a _patrin_ for mine eyes that I may follow too,
+ Some day when all the world grows dim, and I shall beckon you;
+ Across the distant moorland, from beacon furze piled high,
+ May I, the newest rover, see your fire against the sky!
+
+ _W. G. Tinckom-Fernandez_
+
+
+
+
+_The Secret Voices_
+
+
+ Have you heard the secret voices go whispering in your blood,
+ Of burning wood and falling leaf and swelling Springtime flood?
+ Have you felt the tang of lusty wind, the stinging lash of rain,
+ As tides of Spring march down the days with summer in their train?
+
+ Have you known the zest and sparkle, felt the magic in the air,
+ And set your feet upon the road that leads to Anywhere?
+ And seen the skirts of storm-clouds trailing over budding trees,
+ And drunk the wine of virile life down to the very lees?
+
+ Have you heard and have you known the voices of the wind,
+ That bid a man rise up and go and follow till he find
+ The pot of gold at the rainbow’s base,
+ Or a secret dream in a hidden place....
+ Have you heard the secret voices whispering that Spring has come,
+ Calling you to rise and follow till you walk into the sun?
+
+ _Ethel Mannin_
+
+
+
+
+_The Changing Year_
+
+
+
+
+ _Who shall inquire of the season,
+ Or question the wind where it blows?
+ We blossom and ask no reason,
+ The Lord of the Garden knows._
+
+ BLISS CARMAN
+
+
+
+
+_Turn O’ The Year_
+
+
+ This is the time when bit by bit
+ The days begin to lengthen sweet
+ And every minute gained is joy--
+ And love stirs in the heart of a boy.
+
+ This is the time the sun, of late
+ Content to lie abed till eight,
+ Lifts up betimes his sleepy head--
+ And love stirs in the heart of a maid.
+
+ This is the time we dock the night
+ Of a whole hour of candlelight;
+ When song of linnet and thrush is heard--
+ And love stirs in the heart of a bird.
+
+ This is the time when sword-blades green,
+ With gold and purple damascene,
+ Pierce the brown crocus-bed a-row--
+ And love stirs in a heart I know.
+
+ _Katharine Tynan_
+
+
+
+
+_April Music_
+
+
+ The lyric sound of laughter
+ Fills all the April hills,
+ The joy-song of the crocus,
+ The mirth of daffodils.
+
+ They ring their golden changes
+ Through all the azure vales;
+ The sunny cowslips answer,
+ Athwart the reedy swales.
+
+ Far down the woodland aisleways
+ The trillium’s voice is heard;
+ The little wavering wind-flowers
+ Join in with jocund word.
+
+ The white cry of the dogwood
+ Mounts up against the sky;
+ The breath of violet music
+ Upon the breeze goes by.
+
+ Give me to hear, O April,
+ These choristers of thine
+ Calling across the distance
+ Serene and hyaline;
+
+ To clear my clouded vision
+ Bedimmed and dulled so long,
+ And heal my aching spirit
+ With fragrance that is song!
+
+ _Clinton Scollard_
+
+
+
+
+_The Year’s Awakening_
+
+
+ How do you know that the pilgrim track
+ Along the belting zodiac
+ Swept by the sun in his seeming rounds
+ Is traced by now to the Fishes’ bounds
+ And into the Ram, when weeks of cloud
+ Have wrapt the sky in a clammy shroud,
+ And never as yet a tinct of spring
+ Has shown in the Earth’s apparelling;
+ Oh, vespering bird, how do you know,
+ How do you know?
+
+ How do you know, deep underground,
+ Hid in your bed from sight and sound,
+ Without a turn in temperature,
+ With weather life can scarce endure,
+ That light has won a fraction’s strength,
+ And day put on some moments’ length,
+ Whereof in merest rote will come,
+ Weeks hence, mild airs that do not numb;
+ Oh, crocus root, how do you know,
+ How do you know?
+
+ _Thomas Hardy_
+
+
+
+
+_Spring’s Answer_
+
+
+ I heard God calling
+ And I came,
+ His Sun signalled me
+ With its flame.
+ His Wind called me
+ With its song.
+ His Birds said they had been waiting
+ Over long.
+ His little Brooks ran tumbling
+ Down the hills,
+ Luring me with laughter
+ Of rocky rills.
+ His Grasses, yellow-green,
+ Standing in the sun,
+ Held up their fingers
+ For me to come.
+ Heart of Oak and heart of Pine
+ Beat a faint tattoo--
+ Flowing sap in bole and bud
+ Climbing up anew.
+ Till at last the summons
+ Set my heart aflame--
+ I heard God calling,
+ And I came!
+
+ _Edwin Osgood Grover_
+
+
+
+
+_Morning Song_
+
+
+ The grass is taller, greener,
+ And the birds more loud;
+ The flowers open freshly
+ To a sky of cloud.
+
+ And man awakens gladly
+ In a world that’s good,
+ And thrills to some new beauty
+ Not quite understood.
+
+ Though all the world is clouded
+ It’s a gray delight--
+ For spring is swelling, swelling,
+ And it rained last night.
+
+ _Lancaster Pollard_
+
+
+
+
+_April Weather_
+
+
+ Soon, ah, soon the April weather
+ With the sunshine at the door,
+ And the mellow melting rain-wind
+ Sweeping from the South once more.
+
+ Soon the rosy maples budding,
+ And the willows putting forth,
+ Misty crimson and soft yellow
+ In the valleys of the North.
+
+ Soon the hazy purple distance,
+ Where the cabined heart takes wing,
+ Eager for the old migration
+ In the magic of the spring.
+
+ Soon, ah, soon the budding windflowers
+ Through the forest white and frail,
+ And the odorous wild cherry
+ Gleaming in her ghostly veil.
+
+ Soon, about the waking uplands
+ The hepaticas in blue,--
+ Children of the first warm sunlight
+ In their sober Quaker hue,--
+
+ All our shining little sisters
+ Of the forest and the field,
+ Lifting up their quiet faces
+ With the secret half revealed.
+
+ Soon across the folding twilight
+ Of the round earth hushed to hear,
+ The first robin at his vespers
+ Calling far, serene and clear.
+
+ Soon the waking and the summons,
+ Starting sap in bole and blade,
+ And the bubbling marshy whisper
+ Seeping up through bog and glade.
+
+ Soon the frogs in silver chorus
+ Through the night, from marsh and swale,
+ Blowing in their tiny oboes
+ All the joy that shall not fail,--
+
+ Passing up the old earth rapture
+ By a thousand streams and rills,
+ From the red Virginian valleys
+ To the blue Canadian hills.
+
+ Soon, ah, soon the splendid impulse,
+ Nomad longing, vagrant whim,
+ When a man’s false angels vanish
+ And the truth comes back to him.
+
+ Soon the majesty, the vision,
+ And the old unfaltering dream,
+ Faith to follow, strength to stablish,
+ Will to venture and to seem;
+
+ All the radiance, the glamour,
+ The expectancy and poise,
+ Of this ancient life renewing
+ Its temerities and joys.
+
+ Soon the immemorial magic
+ Of the young Aprilian moon,
+ And the wonder of thy friendship
+ In the twilight--soon, ah, soon!
+
+ _Bliss Carman_
+
+
+
+
+_The Runaway_
+
+
+ What are you doing, little day-moon,
+ Over the April hill?
+ What are you doing, up so soon,
+ Climbing the sky with silver shoon?
+ What are you doing at half-past noon,
+ Slipping along so still?
+
+ Are you so eager, the heights unwon,
+ That you cannot wait,
+ But, unheeding of wind and sun,
+ Out of your nest of night must run,
+ Up where the day is far from done,
+ Shy little shadow-mate?
+
+ Up and away then--with young mists
+ Tripping, along the blue!
+ Dance and dally and promise trysts
+ Unto each that around you lists;
+ For, little moon, not a one but wists
+ April’s the time to woo!
+
+ _Cale Young Rice_
+
+
+
+
+_Spring Market_
+
+
+ It’s foolish to bring money
+ To any spring wood,
+ Jewels won’t help you,
+ Gold’s no good.
+
+ Silver won’t buy you
+ One small leaf.
+ You may bring joy here,
+ You may bring grief.
+
+ You should look for
+ Tufted moss,
+ Marked where a light foot
+ Ran across.
+
+ Where the old rose hips
+ Shrivel brown
+ And dried clematis
+ Bloom hangs down.
+
+ There you’ll find what
+ Everyman needs,
+ Wild religion
+ Without any creeds,
+
+ Green that lifts its
+ Blossoming head,
+ New life springing
+ Among the dead.
+
+ You needn’t bring money
+ To this market place,
+ Or think you can bargain for
+ Wild flower grace.
+
+ _Louise Driscoll_
+
+
+
+
+_Song in March_
+
+
+ I sing the first green leaf upon the bough,
+ The tiny kindling flame of emerald fire,
+ The stir amid the roots of reeds, and how
+ The sap will flush the briar.
+
+ I sing the sweeping beryl on the slopes,
+ Ephemeræ that come before the bees,
+ The ferns renascent, and the virgin hopes
+ Of pale anemones.
+
+ I sing the dream’s unfolding, and I sing
+ The chrysalis broken by the ice-freed shore,
+ The clear air winnowed by the bluebird’s wing,
+ And April at the door!
+
+ _Clinton Scollard_
+
+
+
+
+_Flower Chorus_
+
+
+ O such a commotion under the ground,
+ When March called “Ho, there! ho!”
+ Such spreading of rootlets far and wide,
+ Such whisperings to and fro!
+ “Are you ready?” the Snowdrop asked,
+ “’Tis time to start, you know.”
+ “Almost, my dear!” the Scilla replied,
+ “I’ll follow as soon as you go.”
+ Then “Ha! ha! ha!” a chorus came
+ Of laughter sweet and low,
+ From millions of flowers under the ground,
+ Yes, millions beginning to grow.
+
+ “I’ll promise my blossoms,” the Crocus said,
+ “When I hear the blackbird sing.”
+ And straight thereafter Narcissus cried,
+ “My silver and gold I’ll bring.”
+ “And ere they are dulled,” another spoke,
+ “The hyacinth bells shall ring.”
+ But the Violet only murmured “I’m here,”
+ And sweet grew the air of spring.
+ Then “Ha! ha! ha!” a chorus came
+ Of laughter sweet and low,
+ From millions of flowers under the ground,
+ Yes, millions beginning to grow.
+
+ Oh, the pretty brave things, thro’ the coldest days
+ Imprisoned in walls of brown,
+ They never lost heart tho’ the blast shrieked loud,
+ And the sleet and the hail came down;
+ But patiently each wrought her wonderful dress,
+ Or fashioned her beautiful crown,
+ And now they are coming to lighten the world
+ Still shadowed by winter’s frown.
+ And well may they cheerily laugh “Ha! ha!”
+ In laughter sweet and low,
+ The millions of flowers under the ground,
+ Yes, millions beginning to grow.
+
+ _Ralph Waldo Emerson_
+
+
+
+
+_April’s Coming_
+
+
+ April comes with sudden showers,
+ Chilling winds and sunny hours.
+ April comes with growing green
+ On the trees still winter-lean.
+ April brings the singing bird
+ And a joy that is absurd.
+ April comes and April goes,
+ But the flowers April sows--
+ Earth’s obituary tears--
+ Wake the immemorial years.
+ So with Spring’s passing comes
+ Summer with her borrowed drums;
+ Fall and winter in a ring
+ Till April comes again with spring.
+
+ _Lancaster Pollard_
+
+
+
+
+_The Secret_
+
+
+ On that first day so singular
+ Under the ground,
+ It was too dark for crescent or for star,
+ Too deep for sound.
+
+ And lying there one thought alone
+ I could not still:
+ How soon would snow-white cherry buds be blown
+ Across the hill.
+
+ And then a voice within the tomb
+ Said very low:
+ “When April lights her first sharp flame of bloom
+ You’ll know!”
+
+ _John Richard Moreland_
+
+
+
+
+_Spring_
+
+
+ All the lanes are lyric,
+ All the bushes sing;
+ You are at your kissing,
+ Spring!
+
+ Romping with your children
+ Do not fail to bring
+ Mary to the haystack,
+ Spring!
+
+ Froth upon the fingers,
+ Bosom for a king,
+ Speed her from the milking,
+ Spring!
+
+ _Norman Gale_
+
+
+
+
+_April Weather_
+
+
+ Oh, hush, my heart, and take thine ease,
+ For here is April weather!
+ The daffodils beneath the trees
+ Are all a-row together.
+
+ The thrush is back with his old note;
+ The scarlet tulip blowing;
+ And white, aye, white as my love’s throat--
+ The dogwood boughs are growing.
+
+ The lilac bush is sweet again;
+ Down every wind that passes,
+ Fly flakes from hedgerow and from lane;
+ The bees are in the grasses.
+
+ And Grief goes out, and Joy comes in,
+ And care is but a feather;
+ And every lad his love can win,
+ For here is April weather.
+
+ _Lizette Woodworth Reese_
+
+
+
+
+_Renewal_
+
+
+ April, when I heard
+ Your lyrical low word,
+ And when upon the hawthorn hedge your first white blossom stirred,
+
+ Something strangely came--
+ Something I cannot name--
+ And touched my heart, and cleansed my soul with a reviving flame.
+
+ When the yellow gleam
+ Of your hosts that stream--
+ Jonquil, buttercup, and crocus--made the world a golden dream,
+
+ Something, April, said
+ To my heart that bled--
+ Bled with old remembrance--“Lo, the grief-strewn days are fled!”
+
+ _Sursum corda!_ Now,
+ When blooms the apple-bough,
+ April, of your pity, let your light rain kiss my brow;
+
+ Heal me, if you will;
+ Bathe my heart until
+ I am one with your first primrose or the shining daffodil!
+
+ _Charles Hanson Towne_
+
+
+
+
+_April_
+
+
+ Something tapped at my window pane,
+ Someone called me without my door.
+ Someone laughed like the tinkle o’ rain,
+ The robin echoed it o’er and o’er.
+
+ I threw the door and the window wide;
+ Sun and the touch of the breeze and then--
+ “Ah, were you expecting me, dear?” she cried,
+ And here was April come back again.
+
+ _Theodosia Garrison_
+
+
+
+
+_The Immortal_
+
+
+ Spring has come up from the South again,
+ With soft mists in her hair,
+ And a warm wind in her mouth again,
+ And budding everywhere.
+ Spring has come up from the South again,
+ And her skies are azure fire,
+ And around her is the awakening
+ Of all the world’s desire.
+
+ Spring has come up from the South again,
+ And dreams are in her eyes,
+ And music is in her mouth again
+ Of love, the never-wise.
+ Spring has come up from the South again,
+ And bird and flower and bee
+ Know that she is their life and joy--
+ And immortality!
+
+ _Cale Young Rice_
+
+
+
+
+_Spring_
+
+
+ I said in my heart, “I am sick of four walls and a ceiling.
+ I have need of the sky.
+ I have business with the grass.
+ I will up and get me away where the hawk is wheeling,
+ Lone and high,
+ And the slow clouds go by.
+ I will get me away to the waters that glass
+ The clouds as they pass,
+ To the waters that lie
+ Like the heart of a maiden aware of a doom drawing nigh
+ And dumb for sorcery of impending joy.
+ I will get me away to the woods.
+ Spring, like a huntsman’s boy,
+ Halloos along the hillsides and unhoods
+ The falcon in my will.
+ The dogwood calls me, and the sudden thrill
+ That breaks in apple blooms down country roads
+ Plucks me by the sleeve and nudges me away.
+ The sap is in the boles today,
+ And in my veins a pulse that yearns and goads.”
+
+ When I got to the woods, I found out
+ What the Spring was about,
+ With her gypsy ways,
+ And her heart ablaze,
+ Coming up from the South
+ With the wander-lure of witch songs in her mouth.
+ For the sky
+ Stirred and grew soft and swimming as a lover’s eye
+ As she went by;
+ The air
+ Made love to all it touched, as if its care
+ Were all to spare;
+ The earth
+ Prickled with lust of birth;
+ The woodland streams
+ Babbled the incoherence of the thousand dreams
+ Wherewith the warm sun teems.
+ And out of the frieze
+ Of the chestnut trees
+ I heard
+ The sky and the fields and the thickets find voice in a bird.
+ The goldenwing--hark!
+ How he drives his song
+ Like a golden nail
+ Through the hush of the air!
+ I thrill to his cry in the leafage there;
+ I respond to the new life mounting under the bark.
+ I shall not be long
+ To follow
+ With eft and bulrush, bee and bud and swallow,
+ On the old trail.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ Spring in the world!
+ And all things are made new!
+ There was never a mote that whirled
+ In the nebular morn,
+ There was never a brook that purled
+ Where the hills were born,
+ There was never a leaf uncurled--
+ Not the first that grew--
+ Nor a bee-flight hurled,
+ Nor a bird-note skirled,
+ Nor a cloud-wisp swirled
+ In the depth of the blue,
+ More alive and afresh and impromptu, more thoughtless and certain and free,
+ More a-shout with the glee
+ Of the Unknown new-burst on the wonder, than here, than here,
+ In the re-wrought sphere
+ Of the new-born year--
+ Now, now,
+ When the greenlet sings on the red-bud bough
+ Where the blossoms are whispering “I and thou”--“I and thou,”
+ And a lass at the turn looks after a lad with a dawn on her brow,
+ And the world is just made--now!
+
+ Spring in the heart!
+ With her pinks and pearls and yellows!
+ Spring, fellows,
+ And we too feel the little green leaves a-start
+ Across the bare-twigged winter of the mart.
+ The campus is reborn in us today;
+ The old grip stirs our hearts with new-old joy;
+ Again bursts bonds for madcap holiday
+ The eternal boy.
+
+ _Richard Hovey_
+
+
+
+
+_Blind_
+
+
+ The Spring blew trumpets of color;
+ Her Green sang in my brain--
+ I heard a blind man groping
+ “Tap--tap” with his cane;
+
+ I pitied him in his blindness;
+ But can I boast, “I see”?
+ Perhaps there walks a spirit
+ Close by, who pities me,--
+
+ A spirit who hears me tapping
+ The five-sensed cane of mind
+ Amid such unguessed glories--
+ That I am worse than blind.
+
+ _Harry Kemp_
+
+
+
+
+_Spring Song_
+
+
+ Make me over, mother April,
+ When the sap begins to stir!
+ When thy flowery hand delivers
+ All the mountain-prisoned rivers,
+ And thy great heart beats and quivers
+ To revive the days that were,
+ Make me over, mother April,
+ When the sap begins to stir!
+
+ Take my dust and all my dreaming,
+ Count my heart-beats one by one,
+ Send them where the winters perish;
+ Then some golden noon re-cherish
+ And restore them in the sun,
+ Flower and scent and dust and dreaming,
+ With their heart-beats every one.
+
+ Set me in the urge and tide-drift
+ Of the streaming hosts a-wing!
+ Breast of scarlet, throat of yellow,
+ Raucous challenge, wooings mellow--
+ Every migrant is my fellow,
+ Making northward with the spring.
+ Loose me in the urge and tide-drift
+ Of the streaming hosts a-wing!
+
+ Shrilling pipe or fluting whistle,
+ In the valleys come again;
+ Fife of frog and call of tree-toad,
+ All my brothers, five or three-toed,
+ With their revel no more vetoed,
+ Making music in the rain,
+ Shrilling pipe or fluting whistle,
+ In the valleys come again.
+
+ Make me of thy seed to-morrow,
+ When the sap begins to stir!
+ Tawny light-foot, sleepy bruin,
+ Bright-eyes in the orchard ruin,
+ Gnarl the good life goes askew in,
+ Whisky-jack or tanager,--
+ Make me anything to-morrow,
+ When the sap begins to stir!
+
+ Make me even (How do I know?)
+ Like my friend the gargoyle there;
+ It may be the heart within him
+ Swells that doltish hands should pin him
+ Fixed forever in mid-air.
+ Make me even sport for swallows,
+ Like the soaring gargoyle there!
+
+ Give me the old clue to follow,
+ Through the labyrinth of night!
+ Clod of clay with heart of fire,
+ Things that burrow and aspire,
+ With the vanishing desire,
+ For the perishing delight,--
+ Only the old clue to follow,
+ Through the labyrinth of night!
+
+ Make me over, mother April,
+ When the sap begins to stir!
+ Fashion me from swamp or meadow,
+ Garden plot or ferny shadow,
+ Hyacinth or humble burr!
+ Make me over, mother April,
+ When the sap begins to stir!
+
+ Let me hear the far, low summons,
+ When the silver winds return;
+ Rills that run and streams that stammer,
+ Goldenwing with his loud hammer,
+ Icy brooks that brawl and clamor,
+ Where the Indian willows burn;
+ Let me hearken to the calling,
+ When the silver winds return,
+
+ Till recurring and recurring,
+ Long since wandered and come back,
+ Like a whim of Grieg’s or Gounod’s,
+ This same self, bird, bud, or Bluenose,
+ Some day I may capture (Who knows?)
+ Just the one last joy I lack,
+ Waking to the far new summons,
+ When the old spring winds come back.
+
+ For I have no choice of being,
+ When the sap begins to climb,--
+ Strong insistence, sweet intrusion,
+ Vasts and verges of illusion,--
+ So I win, to time’s confusion,
+ The one perfect pearl of time,
+ Joy and joy and joy forever,
+ Till the sap forgets to climb!
+
+ Make me over in the morning
+ From the rag-bag of the world!
+ Scraps of dream and duds of daring,
+ Home-brought stuff from far sea-faring,
+ Faded colors once so flaring,
+ Shreds of banners long since furled!
+ Hues of ash and glints of glory,
+ In the rag-bag of the world!
+
+ Let me taste the old immortal
+ Indolence of life once more;
+ Not recalling or foreseeing,
+ Let the great slow joys of being
+ Well my heart through as of yore!
+ Let me taste the old immortal
+ Indolence of life once more!
+
+ Give me the old drink for rapture,
+ The delirium to drain!
+ All my fellows drank in plenty
+ At the Three-Score Inns and Twenty
+ From the mountains to the main!
+ Give me the old drink for rapture,
+ The delirium to drain!
+
+ Only make me over, April
+ When the sap begins to stir!
+ Make me man or make me woman,
+ Make me oaf or ape or human,
+ Cup of flower or cone of fir;
+ Make me anything but neuter
+ When the sap begins to stir!
+
+ _Bliss Carman_
+
+
+
+
+_The Sweet, Low Speech Of The Rain_
+
+
+ It is pleasant to lie in the gloaming
+ When the autumn is on the wane,
+ And the careful, rejoicing reaper
+ Has gathered and stored his grain,
+ And hear at the doors and the windows
+ The sweet, low speech of the rain.
+
+ To put by the thought of the sailor
+ Far out on the storm-rocked main,
+ Where the fierce waves leap and struggle.
+ Like beasts in passionate pain,
+ And lie by the hearth and listen
+ To the sweet, low speech of the rain.
+
+ Ah, May has the burst of the blossom,
+ And the red of the willow vein,
+ And the glad uplift of the flowers
+ That lead in the fragrant train;
+ But nothing so dear as the sweet, low
+ Speech of the autumn rain.
+
+ July has the rose and the purple,
+ And the sunset’s golden stain
+ On the river that draws thro’ the valley
+ A glittering, wave-linked chain;
+ But never this lyrical, tremulous,
+ Sweet, low speech of the rain.
+
+ Each heart knows the joy of the winter,
+ The drift of the snow on the plain,
+ The book and the charm of the fireside,
+ The icicles fringing the pane;
+ But ah, for the faltering, pausing,
+ Sweet, low speech of the rain.
+
+ Old friends of my heart come to-morrow,
+ Remembrance, Regret, and Pain,
+ But to-night I will lie in the gloaming
+ And be lulled by the lure of the rain--And
+ the rhythmical, lyrical, rhyming,
+ Sweet, low speech of the rain.
+
+ _Ella Higginson_
+
+
+
+
+_Early Spring_
+
+
+ Once more the Heavenly Power
+ Makes all things new,
+ And domes the red-plowed hills
+ With loving blue;
+ The blackbirds have their wills,
+ The throstles too.
+
+ Opens a door in Heaven;
+ From skies of glass
+ A Jacob’s ladder falls
+ On greening grass,
+ And o’er the mountain-walls
+ Young angels pass.
+
+ Before them fleets the shower,
+ And burst the buds,
+ And shine the level lands,
+ And flash the floods;
+ The stars are from their hands
+ Flung through the woods,
+
+ The woods with living airs
+ How softly fanned,
+ Light airs from where the deep,
+ All down the sand,
+ Is breathing in his sleep,
+ Heard by the land.
+
+ O, follow, leaping blood,
+ The season’s lure!
+ O heart, look down and up,
+ Serene, secure,
+ Warm as the crocus cup,
+ Like snow-drops pure!
+
+ Past, Future glimpse and fade
+ Through some slight spell,
+ A gleam from yonder vale,
+ Some far blue fell,
+ And sympathies, how frail,
+ In sound and smell!
+
+ Till at thy chuckled note,
+ Thou twinkling bird,
+ The fairy fancies range,
+ And, lightly stirred,
+ Ring little bells of change
+ From word to word.
+
+ For now the Heavenly Power
+ Makes all things new,
+ And thaws the cold, and fills
+ The flower with dew;
+ The blackbirds have their wills,
+ The poets too.
+
+ _Alfred Tennyson_
+
+
+
+
+_Spring_
+
+
+ Spring, with that nameless pathos in the air
+ Which dwells with all things fair,
+ Spring, with her golden suns and silver rain,
+ Is with us once again.
+
+ Out in the lonely woods the jasmine burns
+ Its fragrant lamps, and turns
+ Into a royal court with green festoons
+ The banks of dark lagoons.
+
+ In the deep heart of every forest tree
+ The blood is all aglee,
+ And there’s a look about the leafless bowers
+ As if they dreamed of flowers.
+
+ Yet still on every side we trace the hand
+ Of Winter in the land,
+ Save where the maple reddens on the lawn,
+ Flushed by the season’s dawn;
+
+ Or where, like those strange semblances we find
+ That age to childhood bind,
+ The elms put on, as if in Nature’s scorn,
+ The brown of Autumn corn.
+
+ As yet the turf is dark, although you know
+ That, not a span below,
+ A thousand germs are groping through the gloom,
+ And soon will burst their tomb.
+
+ Already, here and there, on frailest stems
+ Appear some azure gems,
+ Small as might deck, upon a gala day
+ The forehead of a fay.
+
+ In gardens you may note amid the dearth,
+ The crocus breaking earth;
+ And near the snowdrop’s tender white and green,
+ The violet in its screen.
+
+ But many gleams and shadows needs must pass
+ Along the budding grass,
+ And weeks go by, before the enamored South
+ Shall kiss the rose’s mouth.
+
+ Still there’s a sense of blossoms yet unborn
+ In the sweet airs of morn;
+ One almost looks to see the very street
+ Grow purple at his feet.
+
+ At times a fragrant breeze comes floating by,
+ And brings, you know not why,
+ A feeling as when eager crowds await
+ Before a palace gate
+
+ Some wondrous pageant; and you scarce would start,
+ If from a beech’s heart
+ A blue-eyed Dryad, stepping forth, should say,
+ “Behold me! I am May!”
+
+ _Henry Timrod_
+
+
+
+
+_April, April_
+
+
+ April, April,
+ Laugh thy girlish laughter;
+ Then, the moment after,
+ Weep thy girlish tears,
+ April, that mine ears
+ Like a lover greetest,
+ If I tell thee, sweetest,
+ All my hopes and fears.
+ April, April,
+ Laugh thy golden laughter,
+ But, the moment after,
+ Weep thy golden tears!
+
+ _William Watson_
+
+
+
+
+_April Rain_
+
+
+ It is not raining rain for me,
+ It’s raining daffodils;
+ In every dimpled drop I see
+ Wild flowers on the hills.
+
+ The clouds of gray engulf the day
+ And overwhelm the town;
+ It is not raining rain to me,
+ It’s raining roses down.
+
+ It is not raining rain to me,
+ But fields of clover bloom,
+ Where any buccaneering bee
+ Can find a bed and room.
+
+ A health unto the happy,
+ A fig for him who frets!
+ It is not raining rain to me,
+ It’s raining violets.
+
+ _Robert Loveman_
+
+
+
+
+April
+
+
+ An altered look about the hills;
+ A Tyrian light the village fills;
+ A wider sunrise in the dawn;
+ A deeper twilight on the lawn;
+ A print of a vermilion foot;
+ A purple finger on the slope;
+ A flippant fly upon the pane;
+ A spider at his trade again;
+ An added strut in chanticleer;
+ A flower expected everywhere;
+ An axe shrill singing in the woods;
+ Fern-odors on untravelled roads,--
+ All this, and more I cannot tell,
+ A furtive look you know as well,
+ And Nicodemus’ mystery
+ Receives its annual reply.
+
+ _Emily Dickinson_
+
+
+
+
+_April Morning_
+
+
+ I would spend a morning
+ With an April apple tree,
+ Speaking to it softly
+ And laughing out in glee.
+
+ All the summer sunshine
+ And all the winter moon
+ Are shining in the blossoms
+ That will be gone so soon.
+
+ I will spend a morning
+ With a friendly apple tree,
+ Hearing many secrets
+ That it will tell to me.
+
+ I will take a morning
+ To drink the beauty in;
+ I will take a morning--
+ But how shall I begin?
+
+ _George Elliston_
+
+
+
+
+_May-Lure_
+
+
+ How the heart pulls at its tether
+ In the magic warm spring weather!
+ How the blood leaps in its courses
+ When the deep ebullient forces
+ Break the bosom brown of earth!
+
+ It is worth
+ All a man can scrape or squander
+ Just to idle, just to wander
+ Forth from trade, away from duty,
+ Revelling in all the beauty
+ And the glamour of the May.
+
+ Who to-day
+ Cares a fig for any other
+ Thought save this: The earth, great mother,
+ Has turned kind, has banished gloom and dole;
+ Music, that audient outlet for the soul,
+ Comes in, and grief goes out, and life is whole.
+
+ _Richard Burton_
+
+
+
+
+_Sunrise_
+
+
+ Day!
+ Faster and more fast,
+ O’er night’s brim, day boils at last:
+ Boils, pure gold, o’er the cloud-cup’s brim
+ Where spurting and suppressed it lay,
+ For not a froth-flake touched the rim
+ Of yonder gap in the solid gray
+ Of the eastern cloud, an hour away;
+ But forth one wavelet, then another, curled,
+ Till the whole sunrise, not to be suppressed,
+ Rose, reddened, and its seething breast
+ Flickered in bounds, grew gold, then overflowed the world.
+
+ _Robert Browning_
+
+
+
+
+_The Throstle_
+
+
+ “Summer is coming, summer is coming,
+ I know it, I know it, I know it.
+ Light again, leaf again, life again, love again,”
+ Yes, my wild little Poet.
+
+ Sing the new year in under the blue.
+ Last year you sang it as gladly.
+ “New, new, new, new!” Is it then so new
+ That you should carol so madly?
+
+ “Love again, song again, nest again, young again,”
+ Never a prophet so crazy!
+ And hardly a daisy as yet, little friend,
+ See, there is hardly a daisy.
+
+ “Here again, here, here, here, happy year!”
+ Oh, warble unchidden, unbidden!
+ Summer is coming, is coming, my dear,
+ And all the winters are hidden.
+
+ _Alfred Tennyson_
+
+
+
+
+_Tell All The World_
+
+
+ Tell all the world that summer’s here again
+ With song and joy; tell them, that they may know
+ How, on the hillside, in the shining fields
+ New clumps of violets and daisies grow.
+
+ Tell all the world that summer’s here again,
+ That white clouds voyage through a sky so still
+ With blue tranquillity, it seems to hang
+ One windless tapestry, from hill to hill.
+
+ Tell all the world that summer’s here again:
+ Folk go about so solemnly and slow,
+ Walking each one his grooved and ordered way--
+ I fear that, otherwise they will not know!
+
+ _Harry Kemp_
+
+
+
+
+_Sorrow in a Garden_
+
+
+ Here to this ancient garden
+ When wintry days had flown
+ I came, with Comrade Sorrow
+ To dwell with her alone.
+
+ Within this sweet seclusion
+ Far from the world’s rude stare
+ What exquisite communings
+ Sorrow and I would share!
+
+ What banquets of remembrance,
+ What luxury of tears
+ With Sorrow in a garden
+ Through the rose scented years!
+
+ But one day when she called me
+ I did not hear her voice;
+ I only heard the lilies
+ Which sang, Rejoice! Rejoice!
+
+ For _June_ was in the garden
+ And June was in my heart,--
+ I had forgot pale Sorrow
+ And now we dwell apart.
+
+ But often in the twilight
+ When birds and gardens sleep
+ I feel her presence with me
+ Her arms about me creep.
+
+ And when the ghost of Summer
+ With the dead roses talks
+ I hear her softly sobbing
+ Along the moon-lit walks.
+
+ I never can forget her
+ So intimate were we
+ But when I walk my garden
+ She comes no more to me.
+
+ _May Riley Smith_
+
+
+
+
+_The Naturalist On A June Sunday_
+
+
+ My old gardener leans on his hoe,
+ Tells me the way that green things grow;
+ “Goin’ to church? Why no.
+ All nature’s church enough for me!”
+ Says he.
+
+ “Preachin’ o’ flower and choir o’ bird,
+ An’ the wind passin’ the plate--
+ Sweetest service that ever I heard,
+ That’s straight!
+ _Eternal Rest?_
+ What for, friend?
+ Gimme a swarm o’ bees to tend,
+ A honey-makin’, world without end,
+ That’s what I’d like the best!
+ (Scoop ’em right up an’ find the queen,
+ They’d not sting me--the bees ain’ mean!)
+
+ “Heaven’s all right!
+ But still I guess I’ll kinder miss
+ The Lady Lunar moth at night
+ And the White Wanderer butterfly
+ Crawlin’ out of its chrysalis!
+ I want my heaven human too,
+ ’Twixt me an’ you--
+ Why I’d jus’ love to see
+ A chipmunk hop up to the Lord
+ An’ eat right out o’ His dread Hand
+ Same as it does to me!
+ Eternity--eternity--
+ Don’t it sound grand?
+ But say
+ _What’s the matter with today?_
+ Just step into the wood an’ take a look!
+ Ain’t that a page o’ teachin’ from the Holy Book?
+ ‘He that hath eyes to see
+ An’ ears to hear’--
+ That’s good enough for me!
+ I guess God’s pretty near,
+ He’ll understand, I know,
+ Why I ain’t in no hurry to let June go!”
+
+ My old gardener turns to his hoe,
+ Helping the green things how to grow,
+ “The Missis can go to church for me!
+ Amen!” says he.
+
+ _Leonora Speyer_
+
+
+
+
+_Summer_[4]
+
+
+ By sea and by land,
+ In the water-wooed marshes or meadows wide-reaching and bland,
+ The summer is regal and rich, the summer on every hand
+ Spills largesses splendid to mortals, to women and men.
+ For when
+ Is the breeze sweeter fraught with the breath of the hay,
+ Is the thrush-note more calm or the robin’s loud lay
+ More blithe, or the rose more the queen of the day?
+ Now say,
+ What month is more bounteous in beauties, in balms,
+ In lyrics, in psalms,
+ In gold-heart fair fancies of sunset, and calms
+ Of twilight, or after-glows wondrously clear?
+ One may hear
+ The booming of bees and the brook’s lulled refrain,
+ The stream’s liquid epic, the grasshopper’s plain,
+ The frog’s bass reiterant languor at night,
+ The day-long and dark-long sound-woof, interplight
+ With dreamings and memories somber or bright.
+
+ A very miracle,
+ I saw a moment gone:
+ A honeysuckle, vine and bloom,
+ Lustrous green and coral red,
+ I glimpsed above my head
+ Shedding a rapt perfume.
+ And then this marvel fell
+ That I would dwell upon:
+ A bird--nay, rather say an airy sprite
+ Compact of color, light,
+ And a most ravishing power of flight,
+ Darted from nowhere, somewhere,
+ And alighted there,
+ And sat at gaze a moment or twain,
+ And then was off again.
+ Not Wordsworth’s cuckoo were a dearer guest
+ Unto my quest,
+ So insubstantial, spirit small
+ And fleetsome in his call;
+ Ah, ye know well
+ It was the humming-bird whereof I tell.
+
+ This mother-month of Summer holds her place
+ Not only by the grace
+ Attending on her many winsome ways,--
+ Her flower-gifts, her bird-lays,
+ Her bridal form and face,--But
+ by what went before and cometh after;
+ April tears, May blooms and laughter,
+ September’s blazonry, and then October
+ Fruit-ripe and hushed and most imperially sober
+ With sense of harvest dignity and worth.
+ Thus, memory and expectation,
+ Spring-gleams, fruitions of the fall,
+ Encircle June and give unto her station
+ A reverend look, a light historical;
+ Child, maiden, matron, she is each and all.
+
+ _Richard Burton_
+
+[4] From “Dumb in June”
+
+
+
+
+_Autumn_
+
+
+ The morns are meeker than they were,
+ The nuts are getting brown;
+ The berry’s cheek is plumper,
+ The rose is out of town.
+
+ The maple wears a gayer scarf,
+ The field a scarlet gown.
+ Lest I should be old-fashioned,
+ I’ll put a trinket on.
+
+ _Emily Dickinson_
+
+
+
+
+_Overtones_
+
+
+ I heard a bird at break of day
+ Sing from the autumn trees
+ A song so mystical and calm,
+ So full of certainties,
+ No man, I think, could listen long
+ Except upon his knees.
+ Yet this was but a simple bird,
+ Alone, among dead trees.
+
+ _William Alexander Percy_
+
+
+
+
+_Carouse_
+
+
+ Autumn, in her scarlet cloak,
+ Comes tumbling down the hills.
+ Oh, she is tipsy with her dreams
+ That the blue day distils;
+ An amber cup is in her hands
+ From which the wonder spills.
+
+ Now leaf and vine turn golden brown,
+ And purple asters shine
+ Along the roads where Autumn runs,
+ Drunken with mystic wine.
+ The world is one vast tapestry
+ Of intricate design.
+
+ Where Autumn lurches through the dusk
+ In raiment wildly red,
+ A crowd of urchins follow her,
+ With many a tousled head--
+ Chrysanthemums, like naughty boys,
+ Driving the crone to bed!
+
+ _Charles Hanson Towne_
+
+
+
+
+_A Song in Autumn_
+
+
+ Autumn, Autumn, give me of your crimson,
+ Give it me for courage, for the year has left me meek,
+ And your crimson banners flying, as the sign of your defying,
+ Shall dare my heart’s denying the patience of the weak.
+
+ Autumn, Autumn, give me of your yellow,
+ Give it unto me for hope--the hope I could not hold;
+ For where your gold is burning I feel the dream returning,
+ The darling pain of yearning whose passing left me old.
+
+ Autumn, Autumn, take me to your heart so,
+ The bold heart, the singing heart whose strength shall make me strong;
+ Send my healed life faring in colors of your wearing,
+ Your gold and crimson bearing, against a grief too long.
+
+ _Theodosia Garrison_
+
+
+
+
+_An Autumn Garden_
+
+
+ My tent stands in a garden
+ Of aster and golden-rod,
+ Tilled by the rain and the sunshine,
+ And sown by the hand of God,--
+ An old New England pasture
+ Abandoned to peace and time,
+ And by the magic of beauty
+ Reclaimed to the sublime.
+
+ About it are golden woodlands
+ Of tulip and hickory;
+ On the open ridge behind it
+ You may mount to a glimpse of sea,--
+ The far-off, blue, Homeric
+ Rim of the world’s great shield,
+ A border of boundless glamour
+ For the soul’s familiar field.
+
+ In purple and gray-wrought lichen
+ The boulders lie in the sun;
+ Along its grassy footpath
+ The white-tailed rabbits run.
+ The crickets work and chirrup
+ Through the still afternoon;
+ And the owl calls at twilight
+ Under the frosty moon.
+
+ The odorous wild grape clambers
+ Over the tumbling wall,
+ And through the autumnal quiet
+ The chestnuts open and fall.
+ Sharing Time’s freshness and fragrance,
+ Part of the earth’s great soul,
+ Here man’s spirit may ripen
+ To wisdom serene and whole.
+
+ Shall we not grow with the asters?--
+ Never reluctant nor sad,
+ Not counting the cost of being,
+ Living to dare and be glad.
+ Shall we not lift with the crickets
+ A chorus of ready cheer,
+ Braving the frost of oblivion,
+ Quick to be happy here?
+
+ The deep red cones of the sumach
+ And the woodbine’s crimson sprays
+ Have bannered the common roadside
+ For the pageant of passing days.
+ These are the oracles Nature
+ Fills with her holy breath,
+ Giving them glory of color,
+ Transcending the shadow of death.
+
+ Here in the sifted sunlight
+ A spirit seems to brood
+ On the beauty and worth of being,
+ In tranquil, instinctive mood;
+ And the heart, athrob with gladness
+ Such as the wise earth knows,
+ Wells with a full thanksgiving
+ For the gifts that life bestows:
+
+ For the ancient and virile nurture
+ Of the teeming primordial ground,
+ For the splendid gospel of color,
+ The rapt revelations of sound;
+ For the morning-blue above us
+ And the rusted gold of the fern,
+ For the chickadee’s call to valor
+ Bidding the faint-heart turn;
+
+ For fire and running water,
+ Snowfall and summer rain;
+ For sunsets and quiet meadows,
+ The fruit and the standing grain;
+ For the solemn hour of moonrise
+ Over the crest of trees,
+ When the mellow lights are kindled
+ In the lamps of the centuries.
+
+ For those who wrought aforetime,
+ Led by the mystic strain
+ To strive for the larger freedom,
+ And live for the greater gain;
+ For plenty and peace and playtime,
+ The homely goods of earth,
+ And for rare immaterial treasures
+ Accounted of little worth;
+
+ For art and learning and friendship,
+ Where beneficent truth is supreme,
+ Those everlasting cities
+ Built on the hills of dream;
+ For all things growing and goodly
+ That foster this life, and breed
+ The immortal flower of wisdom
+ Out of the mortal seed.
+
+ But most of all for the spirit
+ That cannot rest nor bide
+ In stale and sterile convenience,
+ Nor safety proven and tried,
+ But still inspired and driven,
+ Must seek what better may be,
+ And up from the loveliest garden
+ Must climb for a glimpse of sea.
+
+ _Bliss Carman_
+
+
+
+
+_September_
+
+
+ The wind comes up across the hill, the wind goes laughing by.
+ It’s time to put your bonnet on, and let your stitching lie;
+ It’s time to take your basket up, and follow on with me,
+ Along the road and up the hill, strange countries for to see.
+
+ For oh, the fields are golden now, the sun is sweet as wine,
+ The lake lies blue beneath us, and the leaves are thick and fine;
+ The fluffy clouds are drifting by, the winds are all a-blow;
+ The geese are flying south before the vanguards of the snow.
+
+ Come out, come out across the hills! The golden blossoms call,
+ September lifts her trumpet to her lips, and comrades all,
+ But hearken to the ringing cry she sends from hill to hill--
+ The scarlet leaves come fluttering down, the asters all are still.
+
+ Come out, come out, and leave your seam, and put your spinning by!
+ The sweet September calls us before the flowers die.
+ The shimmering hills are free to us, the hours are golden sweet.
+ Come out, dear love, and find my heart the pathway for your feet!
+
+ _Sara Hamilton Birchall_
+
+
+
+
+_Days Like These_
+
+
+ I like the tangled brakes and briers,
+ The hazy smoke of forest fires;
+
+ The misty hills’ soft robe of brown,
+ The ravished fields’ regretful frown:
+
+ The wrinkled road’s unconscious snare,
+ The free, unbreathed and fragrant air.
+
+ I like the wide, unworried sky,
+ The resting wind’s contented sigh;
+
+ The rustle of the vagrant leaves,
+ The whisper in the standing sheaves;
+
+ The birds’ lament for summer lost,
+ The stinging challenge of the frost.
+
+ The sturdy life of stalwart trees
+ Thrills in my veins on days like these!
+
+ _Ella Elizabeth Egbert_
+
+
+
+
+_Indian Summer_
+
+
+ These are the days when birds come back,
+ A very few, a bird or two,
+ To take a backward look.
+
+ These are the days when skies put on
+ The old, old sophistries of June--
+ A blue and gold mistake.
+
+ Oh, fraud that cannot cheat the bee,
+ Almost thy plausibility
+ Induces my belief,
+
+ Till ranks of seeds their witness bear,
+ And softly through the altered air
+ Hurries a timid leaf!
+
+ Oh, sacrament of summer days,
+ Oh, last communion in the haze,
+ Permit a child to join,
+
+ Thy sacred emblems to partake,
+ Thy consecrated bread to break,
+ Taste thine immortal wine!
+
+ _Emily Dickinson_
+
+
+
+
+_The Deserted Pasture_
+
+
+ I love the stony pasture
+ That no one else will have.
+ The old gray rocks so friendly seen,
+ So durable and brave.
+
+ In tranquil contemplation
+ It watches through the year,
+ Seeing the frosty stars arise,
+ The slender moons appear.
+
+ Its music is the rain-wind,
+ Its choristers the birds,
+ And there are secrets in its heart
+ Too wonderful for words.
+
+ It keeps the bright-eyed creatures
+ That play about its walls,
+ Though long ago its milking herds
+ Were banished from their stalls.
+
+ Only the children come there,
+ For buttercups in May,
+ Or nuts in autumn, where it lies
+ Dreaming the hours away.
+
+ Long since its strength was given
+ To making good increase,
+ And now its soul is turned again
+ To beauty and to peace.
+
+ There in the early springtime
+ The violets are blue,
+ And adder-tongues in coats of gold
+ Are garmented anew.
+
+ There bayberry and aster
+ Are crowded on its floors,
+ When marching summer halts to praise
+ The Lord of Out-of-doors.
+
+ And there October passes
+ In gorgeous livery,--
+ In purple ash, and crimson oak,
+ And golden tulip tree.
+
+ And when the winds of winter
+ Their bugle blasts begin,
+ The snowy hosts of heaven arrive
+ And pitch their tents therein.
+
+ _Bliss Carman_
+
+
+
+
+_The Coming of Dawn_
+
+
+ Midnight--the black, dead vast of night,
+ Rain dripping slow on the sod,
+ Fear of the future, darkness-born,
+ Doubt of myself and God.
+
+ A sudden flush on the face of night,
+ A veil from my soul withdrawn,
+ A bird-note thrilling the silence through.
+ And after that--the dawn.
+
+ _Grace Atherton Dennen_
+
+
+
+
+_Alms in Autumn_
+
+
+ Spindle-wood, spindle-wood, will you lend me, pray,
+ A little flaming lantern to light me on my way?
+ The fairy folk have vanished from the meadow and the glen,
+ And I would fain go seeking till I find them once again;
+ Lend me now a lantern that I may bear a light
+ To show the hidden pathway in the darkness of the night.
+
+ Ash tree, ash tree, throw me, if you please,
+ Throw me down a slender bunch of russet-gold keys;
+ I fear the gates of fairyland may all be shut fast;
+ Give me of your magic keys that I may get past;
+ I’ll tie them to my girdle, that as I go along
+ My heart may find a comfort in their tiny tinkling song.
+
+ Holly bush, holly bush, help me in my task,
+ A pocketful of berries is all the alms I ask;
+ A pocketful of berries to thread on glowing strands
+ (I would not go a-visiting with nothing in my hands);
+ So fine will be the rosy chains, so gay, so glossy bright,
+ They’ll set the realms of fairyland a-dancing with delight.
+
+ _Rose Fyleman_
+
+
+
+
+_November in England_
+
+
+ No sun--no moon!
+ No morn--no noon!
+ No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
+ No sky--no earthly view--
+ No distance looking blue--
+ No road--no street--no “t’other side the way”--No
+ end to any “Row”--
+ No indications where the Crescents go--
+ No top to any steeple--
+ No recognitions of familiar people--
+ No courtesies for showing ’em--
+ No knowing ’em!
+ No travelling at all--no locomotion,
+ No inkling of the way--no notion--
+ “No go”--by land or ocean--
+ No mail--no post--
+ No news from any foreign coast--
+ No park--no ring--no afternoon gentility--
+ No company--no nobility--
+ No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
+ No comfortable feel in any member--
+ No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
+ No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
+ November!
+
+ _Thomas Hood_
+
+
+
+
+_The Hound_
+
+
+ Some are sick for Spring and warm winds blowing
+ Over close-sheathed buds and a patch of old snow,
+ With the early arc-lamps delicately bowing
+ Across thin sunshine that hesitates to go.
+
+ But it’s not for any April promises I sicken,
+ Though their stammering sweetness be a plucked string;
+ My mind is bent toward Autumn, I am shaken
+ More by her denials than by all the hopes of Spring.
+
+ The curt cold days, the blue and windy weather,
+ The smoke of burning brushwood keener than a frost,
+ An orchard full of odors night is wise to gather,
+ The fur-collared stubble where the flower is lost.
+
+ A clear green sunset and a pale moon showing,
+ A sense of dawning ends, like the light in the sky.
+ Autumn is a hound that shrills, my heart is for her gnawing,
+ The quarry goes to Autumn, let Spring die.
+
+ _Babette Deutsch_
+
+
+
+
+_Sky-Born Music_
+
+
+
+
+ _Earth’s crammed with heaven
+ And every common bush afire with God;
+ But only he who sees takes off his shoes...._
+
+ _Elizabeth Barrett Browning_
+
+
+
+
+_Let Me Go Where’er I Will_
+
+
+ Let me go where’er I will,
+ I hear a sky-born music still;
+ It sounds from all things old,
+ It sounds from all things young,
+ From all that’s fair, from all that’s foul,
+ Peals out a cheerful song.
+ It is not only in the rose,
+ It is not only in the bird,
+ Not only where the rainbow glows,
+ Nor in the song of woman heard,
+ But in the darkest, meanest things
+ There alway, alway something sings.
+ ’Tis not in the high stars alone,
+ Nor in the cups of budding flowers,
+ Nor in the red-breast’s mellow tone,
+ Nor in the bow that smiles in showers,
+ But in the mud and scum of things
+ There alway, alway something sings.
+
+ _Ralph Waldo Emerson_
+
+
+
+
+_Pippa’s Song_
+
+
+ The year’s at the spring,
+ And day’s at the morn;
+ Morning’s at seven;
+ The hill-side’s dew-pearled.
+ The lark’s on the wing;
+ The snail’s on the thorn;
+ God’s in his heaven--
+ All’s right with the world!
+
+ _Robert Browning_
+
+
+
+
+_The Whisper Of Earth_
+
+
+ In the misty hollow, shyly greening branches
+ Soften to the South wind, bending to the rain.
+ From the moistened earthland flutter little whispers,
+ Breathing hidden beauty, innocent of stain.
+
+ Little plucking fingers tremble through the grasses,
+ Little silent voices sigh the dawn of spring,
+ Little burning earth-flames break the awful stillness,
+ Little crying wind-sounds come before the King.
+
+ Powers, dominations urge the budding of the crocus,
+ Cherubim are singing in the moist cool stone,
+ Seraphim are calling through the channels of the lily,
+ God has heard the earth-cry and journeys to His throne.
+
+ _Edward J. O’Brien_
+
+
+
+
+_Sunrise_
+
+
+ Today I saw the sun come up, like Neptune from the sea.
+ I saw him light a cliff with gold and wake a distant tree,
+ I saw him shake his shaggy head and laugh the night away
+ And toss unto a sleeping world another golden day.
+
+ The waves, which had been black and cold, came in with silver crests.
+ I saw the sunbeams gently wake the songbirds in their nests,
+ The slow-retreating night slipped back, and strewn on field and lawn,
+ On every blade of grass I saw the jewels of the dawn.
+
+ Never was monarch ushered in with such a cavalcade;
+ No hero bringing victory home has seen such wealth displayed.
+ In honor of the coming day, the humblest plant and tree
+ Stood on the curbstone of the world in radiant livery.
+
+ Pageants of splendor man may plan with robes of burnished gold,
+ On horses from Arabia may prance the knights of old;
+ Heralds on silver horns may blow, and kings come riding in,
+ But I have seen God’s pageantry--I’ve watched a day begin!
+
+ _Edgar A. Guest_
+
+
+
+
+_Prayer Before Poems_
+
+
+ Great Author of a world, of sky, of sea;
+ Whose lyrics are translated by the birds,
+ Come close and in the stillness I may learn
+ To worship Thee with words.
+
+ Thou, who dost guide all groping, gifted hands
+ ’Till they can finger every helpless string
+ And find the souls of violins and harps,
+ Aid me to sing.
+
+ Artist, who did the great originals,
+ And carved the tender features of a saint,
+ Who chose the colors for a universe,
+ Teach me to paint.
+
+ _Anne Blackwell Payne_
+
+
+
+
+_How Miracles Abound_
+
+
+ How miracles abound
+ In each small plot of ground--
+ Aye, in the sky above it!
+ (Do you not love it,
+ The vast of sky a-thrill with lyric sound?)
+ Now comes, now goes,
+ The wonder of the rose;
+ Color or flower, and both a boon
+ Renewed with dawn or June.
+ Each day the hyacinthine twilight fills
+ The chalice of the hills.
+ Ever there’s some fresh nectary
+ For the knight-errant bee.
+ And song--ah, the blithe bounty that sheds beauty
+ On the stern ways of duty!
+ Forsooth the doctrine’s sound
+ That miracles abound!
+ E’en the green sod,
+ Yea, or the umbered clod,
+ Revealeth God!
+
+ _Clinton Scollard_
+
+
+
+
+_Little Things_
+
+
+ There’s nothing very beautiful and nothing very gay
+ About the rush of faces in the town by day,
+ But a light tan cow in a pale green mead,
+ That is very beautiful, beautiful indeed.
+ And the soft March wind and the low March mist
+ Are better than kisses in a dark street kissed....
+ The fragrance of the forest when it wakes at dawn,
+ The fragrance of a trim green village lawn,
+ The hearing of the murmur of the rain at play--
+ These things are beautiful, beautiful as day!
+ And I shan’t stand waiting for love or scorn
+ When the feast is laid for a day new-born....
+ Oh, better let the little things I loved when little
+ Return when the heart finds the great things brittle;
+ And better is a temple made of bark and thong
+ Than a tall stone temple that may stand too long.
+
+ _Orrick Johns_
+
+
+
+
+_Clouds and Sky_
+
+
+ One time when I was sick,
+ And could but see
+ The sky above the top
+ Of a tall tree,
+
+ It first was coldly blue
+ Far past the tree.
+ Without a cloud, it seemed
+ Eternity.
+
+ But when clouds came, the sky,
+ (I know not how),
+ Was caught among the leaves--
+ And it was Now.
+
+ _Lancaster Pollard_
+
+
+
+
+_My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold_
+
+
+ My heart leaps up when I behold
+ A rainbow in the sky:
+ So was it when my life began;
+ So is it now I am a man:
+ So be it when I shall grow old,
+ Or let me die!
+ The Child is father of the Man--
+ And I could wish my days to be
+ Bound each to each by natural piety.
+
+ _William Wordsworth_
+
+
+
+
+_The Marshes_[5]
+
+
+ Ye marshes, how candid and simple and nothing-withholding and free
+ Ye publish yourselves to the sky and offer yourselves to the sea!
+ Tolerant plains, that suffer the sea and the rains and the sun,
+ Ye spread and span like the catholic man who hath mightily won
+ God out of knowledge and good out of infinite pain
+ And sight out of blindness and purity out of a stain.
+
+ As the marsh-hen secretly builds on the watery sod,
+ Behold I will build me a nest on the greatness of God:
+ I will fly in the greatness of God as the marsh-hen flies
+ In the freedom that fills all the space ’twixt the marsh and the skies:
+ By so many roots as the marsh-grass sends in the sod
+ I will heartily lay me a-hold on the greatness of God:
+ Oh, like to the greatness of God is the greatness within
+ The range of the marshes, the liberal marshes of Glynn.
+
+ _Sidney Lanier_
+
+[5] Extract from “The Marshes of Glynn.”
+
+
+
+
+_Song_
+
+
+ The birds of the air, they sing it,
+ Round the rim of the world they ring it;
+ The bees in the blossom-bell,
+ They tell, they tell.
+
+ No; birds in the air, none sing it,
+ For the rift of the dawn none ring it;
+ Noon bees in the blossom-bell,
+ None tell, none tell.
+
+ I say it over and over,--
+ There is none can speak for a lover;
+ But oh, ere the roses go,
+ Her heart will know!
+
+ _John Vance Cheney_
+
+
+
+
+_Out-of-Doors_
+
+
+ What came ye out for to seek, O Maker of Words?
+ The color of grass in the sunshine, the music of birds;
+ And what shall ye do when ye find them, O Singer of Songs?
+ Weave a bright fabric of beauty, and give it to whom it belongs;
+ Weave a gay fabric of music, to lay at the feet of mankind,
+ All purple and gold for the sense, all golden and gray for the mind?
+
+ This came I out for to seek--the daffodil’s gold,
+ The magic of buds all unfolding, the treasure untold
+ That lies in the heart of the forest, the moss and the leaves,
+ The jewel of flowers in the thicket, that no eye perceives;
+ And these will I weave into music, these will I fashion to words,
+ The wind in the grass and the rushes, the dawn-song of birds.
+
+ _Ethel E. Mannin_
+
+
+
+
+_The Whole Duty of Berkshire Brooks_
+
+
+ To build the trout a crystal stair;
+ To comb the hillside’s thick green hair;
+ To water jewel-weed and rushes;
+ To teach first notes to baby thrushes;
+ To flavor raspberry and apple
+ And make a whirling pool to dapple
+ With scattered gold of late October;
+ To urge wise laughter on the sober
+ And lend a dream to those who laugh;
+ To chant the beetle’s epitaph;
+ To mirror the blue dragonfly,
+ Frail air-plane of a slender sky;
+ Over the stones to lull and leap
+ Herding the bubbles like white sheep;
+ The claims of worry to deny,
+ And whisper sorrow into sleep!
+
+ _Grace Hazard Conkling_
+
+
+
+
+_A Word With a Skylark_
+
+
+ If this be all, for which I’ve listened long,
+ Oh, spirit of the dew!
+ You did not sing to Shelley such a song
+ As Shelley sang to you.
+
+ Yet, with this ruined Old World for a nest,
+ Worm-eaten through and through,--
+ This waste of grave-dust stamped with crown and crest,--
+ What better could you do?
+
+ Ah me! but when the world and I were young,
+ There was an apple-tree,
+ There was a voice in the dawn that sung
+ The buds awake--ah me!
+
+ Oh, Lark of Europe, downward fluttering near,
+ Like some spent leaf at best,
+ You’d never sing again if you could hear
+ My Bluebird of the West!
+
+ _Sarah Piatt_
+
+
+
+
+_The Perilous Light_
+
+
+ The Eternal Beauty smiled on me
+ From the long lily’s curved form,
+ She laughed in a wave of the sea,
+ She flashed on white wings through the storm.
+
+ In the bulb of a daffodil
+ She made a little joyful stir,
+ And the white cabin on the hill
+ Was my heart’s home because of Her.
+
+ Her laughter fled the eyes of pride,
+ Barefoot She went o’er stony land,
+ And ragged children, hungry-eyed,
+ Clung to Her skirts and held Her hand.
+
+ When storm winds shook the cabin door
+ And red the Atlantic sunset blazed,
+ The fisher folk of Mullaghmore
+ Into Her eyes indifferent gazed.
+
+ By lonely waves She dwells apart,
+ And sea gulls circling on white wings,
+ Crowd round the windows of Her heart,
+ Most dear to Her of starving things.
+
+ The ploughman, down by Knocknarea,
+ Was free of Her twilight abode,
+ In shining sea-winds, salt with spray,
+ She haunted every gray cross road.
+
+ Some peasants with a creel of turf
+ Along the wind-swept boreen came,
+ Her feet went flashing through the surf,
+ Her wings were in the sunset’s flame.
+
+ Beyond the rocks of Classiebawn,
+ The mackerel fishers sailing far,
+ Out in the vast Atlantic dawn
+ Found, tangled in their nets, a star.
+
+ In every spent and broken wave
+ The Eternal Beauty takes Her rest,
+ She is the Lover of the Brave,
+ The comrade of the perilous quest.
+
+ The Eternal Beauty wrung my heart,
+ Faithful is She, and true to shed
+ The austere glory of Art
+ On the scarceness of daily bread.
+
+ Men follow Her with toil and thought,
+ Over the heaven’s starry pride,--
+ The Eternal Beauty comes unsought
+ To the child by the roadside.
+
+ _Eva Gore-Booth_
+
+
+
+
+_Folly_
+
+
+ The moon has made me weary
+ With its silver and its song.
+ Such ardor in so old a thing
+ Is wrong, all wrong.
+
+ It should be limping silently
+ Across the leaden sky
+ Or grumbling at the cloud-hills
+ The wind piles high.
+
+ It should be teaching little moons
+ The proper way to shine,
+ Instead of singing sonnets
+ To each adoring pine.
+
+ _Vivian Yeiser Laramore_
+
+
+
+
+_One Blackbird_
+
+
+ The stars must make an awful noise
+ In whirling round the sky;
+ Yet somehow I can’t even hear
+ Their loudest song or sigh.
+
+ So it is wonderful to think
+ One blackbird can outsing
+ The voice of all the swarming stars
+ On any day in spring.
+
+ _Harold Monro_
+
+
+
+
+_A Rune of Riches_
+
+
+ I have a golden ball,
+ A big, bright, shining one,
+ Pure gold; and it is all
+ Mine.--It is the sun.
+
+ I have a silver ball,
+ A white and glistering stone
+ That other people call
+ The moon;--my very own!
+
+ The jewel things that prick
+ My cushion’s soft blue cover
+ Are mine,--my stars, thick, thick,
+ Scattered the sky all over.
+
+ And everything that’s mine
+ Is yours, and yours, and yours,--
+ The shimmer and the shine!--
+ Let’s lock our wealth out-doors!
+
+ _Florence Converse_
+
+
+
+
+_The Picture_
+
+
+ “There’s a pool in the ancient forest,”
+ The painter-poet said,
+ “That is violet-blue and emerald
+ From the face of the sky o’erhead.”
+
+ So, far in the ancient forest,
+ To the heart of the wood went I,
+ But found no pool of emerald,
+ No violet-blue for sky.
+
+ “There’s a pool in the ancient forest,”
+ Said the painter-poet still.
+ “That is violet-blue and emerald,
+ Near the breast of a rose-green hill.”
+
+ And the heart of the ancient forest
+ The painter-poet drew,
+ And painted a pool of emerald
+ That thrilled me through and through.
+
+ Then back to the ancient forest
+ I went with a strange, wild thrill,
+ And I found the pool of emerald,
+ Near the breast of a rose-green hill.
+
+ _Frederick O. Sylvester_
+
+
+
+
+“_Sic Vita_”
+
+
+ Heart free, hand free,
+ Blue above, brown under,
+ All the world to me
+ Is a place of wonder.
+ Sun shine, moon shine,
+ Stars, and winds a-blowing,
+ All into this heart of mine
+ Flowing, flowing, flowing!
+
+ Mind free, step free,
+ Days to follow after,
+ Joys of life sold to me
+ For the price of laughter.
+ Girl’s love, man’s love
+ Love of work and duty,
+ Just a will of God’s to prove
+ Beauty, beauty, beauty!
+
+ _William Stanley Braithwaite_
+
+
+
+
+_A Blackbird Suddenly_
+
+
+ Heaven is in my hand, and I
+ Touch a heart-beat of the sky,
+ Hearing a blackbird’s cry.
+
+ Strange, beautiful, unquiet thing,
+ Lone flute of God, how can you sing
+ Winter to spring?
+
+ You have outdistanced every voice and word,
+ And given my spirit wings until it stirred
+ Like you--a bird!
+
+ _Joseph Auslander_
+
+
+
+
+_Credo_
+
+
+ I believe
+ In the whispering of the peacock-plumaged sea,
+ In the moonshine and the little shining star,
+ I believe that in all color harmony
+ His angels are.
+
+ I believe
+ In the sunshine and the message of the flowers,
+ In the wind-song and the sea-song and the rain--
+ I believe that in summer’s greening hours
+ God comes again.
+
+ _Vera Wheatly_
+
+
+
+
+_Gospel of the Fields_
+
+
+ Have you ever thought, my friend,
+ As daily you toil and plod
+ In the noisy paths of man,
+ How still are the ways of God?
+
+ Have you ever paused in the din
+ Of traffic’s insistent cry
+ To think of the calm in the cloud,
+ Of the peace in your glimpse of sky?
+
+ Go out in the growing fields
+ That quietly yield you meat,
+ And let them rebuke your noise
+ Whose patience is still and sweet.
+
+ They toil their æons--and we
+ Who flutter back to their breast,
+ A handful of clamorous clay,
+ Forget their silence is best!
+
+ _Arthur Upson_
+
+
+
+
+_The Welcome_
+
+
+ God spreads a carpet soft and green
+ O’er which we pass;
+ A thick-piled mat of jeweled sheen--
+ And that is Grass.
+
+ Delightful music woos the ear;
+ The grass is stirred
+ Down to the heart of every spear--
+ Ah, that’s a Bird.
+
+ Clouds roll before a blue immense
+ That stretches high
+ And lends the soul exalted sense--
+ That scroll’s a Sky.
+
+ Green rollers flaunt their sparkling crests;
+ Their jubilee
+ Extols brave Captains and their quests--
+ And that is Sea.
+
+ New-leaping grass, the feathery flute,
+ The sapphire ring,
+ The sea’s full-voiced, profound salute,--
+ Ah, this is Spring!
+
+ _Arthur Powell_
+
+
+
+
+_Angels of the Spring_
+
+
+ We see them not--we cannot hear
+ The music of their wing--
+ Yet know we that they sojourn near,
+ The angels of the spring!
+
+ They glide along this lovely ground
+ When the first violet grows;
+ Their graceful hands have just unbound
+ The zone of yonder rose.
+
+ I gather it for thy dear breast,
+ From stain and shadow free:
+ That which an Angel’s love hath blest
+ Is meet, my love, for thee!
+
+ _Robert Stephen Hawkes_
+
+
+
+
+_God’s World_
+
+
+ O World, I cannot hold thee close enough!
+ Thy winds, thy wide gray skies!
+ Thy mists that roll and rise!
+ Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag
+ And all but cry with color! That gaunt crag
+ To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff!
+ World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!
+
+ Long have I known a glory in it all,
+ But never knew I this;
+ Here such a passion is
+ As stretcheth me apart. Lord, I do fear
+ Thou’st made the world too beautiful this year.
+ My soul is all but out of me,--let fall
+ No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.
+
+ _Edna St. Vincent Millay_
+
+
+
+
+_Rain_
+
+
+ I never knew how words were vain
+ Until I strove to say
+ The thoughts that fell like the gray rain
+ Upon my heart today.
+
+ The April rain falls on the earth,
+ That waits a while for words,
+ And then becomes articulate
+ In buds and bees and birds.
+
+ The thoughts that rain upon my heart
+ Bring nothing fair to birth;
+ O God, I kneel before the art,
+ Of this great lyrist, earth.
+
+ _Kenneth Slade Alling_
+
+
+
+
+_The Lark_
+
+(_Salisbury, England_)
+
+
+ A close gray sky,
+ And poplars gray and high,
+ The country-side along;
+ The steeple bold
+ Across the acres old--
+ And then a song!
+
+ Oh, far, far, far,
+ As any spire or star,
+ Beyond the cloistered wall!
+ Oh, high, high, high,
+ A heart-throb in the sky--
+ Then not at all!
+
+ _Lizette Woodworth Reese_
+
+
+
+
+_Farewell_
+
+
+ Tell them, O Sky-born, when I die
+ With high romance to wife,
+ That I went out as I had lived,
+ Drunk with the joy of life.
+
+ Yea, say that I went down to death
+ Serene and unafraid,
+ Still loving Song, but loving more
+ Life, of which Song is made!
+
+ _Harry Kemp_
+
+
+
+
+_The Comfort of the Stars_
+
+
+ When I am overmatched by petty cares
+ And things of earth loom large, and look to be
+ Of moment, how it soothes and comforts me
+ To step into the night and feel the airs
+
+ Of heaven fan my cheek; and, best of all,
+ Gaze up into those all-uncharted seas
+ Where swim the stately planets: such as these
+ Make mortal fret seem light and temporal.
+
+ I muse on what of Life may stir among
+ Those spaces knowing naught of metes nor bars;
+ Undreamed-of dramas played in outmost stars,
+ And lyrics by archangels grandly sung.
+
+ I grow familiar with the solar runes
+ And comprehend of worlds the mystic birth;
+ Ringed Saturn, Mars, whose fashion apes the earth,
+ And Jupiter, the giant, with his moons.
+
+ Then, dizzy with the unspeakable sights above,
+ Rebuked by Vast on Vast, my puny heart
+ Is greatened for its transitory part,
+ My trouble merged in wonder and in love.
+
+ _Richard Burton_
+
+
+
+
+_The Last Hour_
+
+
+ O joys of love and joys of fame,
+ It is not you I shall regret:
+ I sadden lest I should forget
+ The beauty woven in earth’s name.
+
+ The shout and battle of the gale,
+ The stillness of the sun-rising,
+ The sound of some deep hidden spring,
+ The glad sob of the filling sail,
+
+ The first green ripple of the wheat,
+ The rain-song of the lifted leaves,
+ The waking birds beneath the eaves,
+ The voices of the summer heat.
+
+ _Ethel Clifford_
+
+
+
+
+_Wasted Hours_
+
+
+ There was a day I wasted long ago,
+ Lying upon a hillside in the sun--
+ An April day of wind and drifting clouds,
+ An idle day and all my work undone.
+
+ The little peach trees with their coral skirts
+ Were dancing up the hillside in the breeze;
+ The gray walled meadows gleamed like bits of jade
+ Against the crimson bloom of maple trees.
+
+ And I could smell the warmth of trodden grass,
+ The coolness of a freshly harrowed field;
+ And I could hear a bluebird’s wistful song
+ Of love and beauty only half revealed.
+
+ I have forgotten many April days
+ But one there is that comes to haunt me still--
+ A day of feathered trees and windy skies
+ And wasted hours on a sunlit hill.
+
+ _Medora Addison_
+
+
+
+
+_God is at the Anvil_
+
+
+ God is at the anvil, beating out the sun;
+ Where the molten metal spills,
+ At His forge among the hills
+ He has hammered out the glory of a day that’s done.
+
+ God is at the anvil, welding golden bars;
+ In the scarlet-streaming flame
+ He is fashioning a frame
+ For the shimmering silver beauty of the evening stars.
+
+ _Lew Sarett_
+
+
+
+
+_The End of the Trail_
+
+
+
+
+ _Have little care that life is brief, and less that Art is long,
+ Success is in the silences, though fame is in the song._
+
+ RICHARD HOVEY
+
+
+
+
+_Hesperides_
+
+
+ Beyond the blue rim of the world,
+ Washed round with languid-lapsing seas,
+ Where the Wind’s wings were ever furled
+ The Ancients dreamed Hesperides.
+
+ Ship after ship each age sent forth
+ To find the Islands of the Blest;
+ The loosed winds drove them south and north,
+ But west they weathered, ever west.
+
+ Sky after sky they dropped behind,
+ Those mighty-handed, bearded men,
+ Till, seeking what they could not find,
+ They rounded upward, home again.
+
+ A desultory waif of time
+ Flying adventure from my mast,
+ ’Twas thus I voyaged every clime
+ To come back to myself at last!
+
+ _Harry Kemp_
+
+
+
+
+_Changeless_
+
+
+ They cannot change the hills; though they may hew
+ The fir-sweet slopes and cut their roadways through,
+ Yet will they stand, each long-loved mountain face
+ And smile at me from its appointed place;
+ And past their friendly crests the sun shall rise
+ To paint new pictures on the morning skies--
+ They cannot change the hills.
+
+ They cannot still the winds; the winds that shake
+ The hemlock fragrance free and sweep the lake,
+ The waves at dusk shall whisper to the shore
+ Their pebbled secrets as they did before;
+ The wild white clouds as in the days of old
+ Shall sink to rest in sunset seas of gold--
+ They cannot still the winds.
+
+ They cannot dim the stars; the crowding camps
+ That dot the dusk with closely-clustered lamps,
+ The jazz, the laughter, and the shrill tin blare
+ Of phonographs, the motor headlight’s flare--
+ These shall be stilled at last--the clamor cease
+ And leave a fir-sweet world of wave-lapped peace--
+ They cannot dim the stars!
+
+ _Martha Haskell Clark_
+
+
+
+
+_Homesick_
+
+
+ O my garden! lying whitely in the moonlight and the dew,
+ Far across the leagues of distance flies my heart to-night to you,
+ And I see your stately lilies in the tender radiance gleam
+ With a dim, mysterious splendor, like the angels of a dream!
+
+ I can see the stealthy shadows creep along the ivied wall,
+ And the bosky depths of verdure where the drooping vine-leaves fall,
+ And the tall trees standing darkly with their crowns against the sky,
+ While overhead the harvest moon goes slowly sailing by.
+
+ I can see the trellised arbor, and the roses’ crimson glow,
+ And the lances of the larkspurs all glittering, row on row,
+ And the wilderness of hollyhocks, where brown bees seek their spoil,
+ And butterflies dance all day long, in glad and gay turmoil.
+
+ Oh, the broad paths running straightly, north and south and east and west!
+ Oh, the wild grape climbing sturdily to reach the oriole’s nest!
+ Oh, the bank where wild flowers blossom, ferns nod and mosses creep
+ In a tangled maze of beauty over all the wooded steep!
+
+ Just beyond the moonlit garden I can see the orchard trees,
+ With their dark boughs overladen, stirring softly in the breeze,
+ And the shadows on the greensward, and within the pasture bars
+ The white sheep huddling quietly beneath the pallid stars.
+
+ With a vague, half-startled wonder if some night in Paradise,
+ From the battlements of heaven I shall turn my longing eyes
+ All the dim, resplendent spaces and the mazy stardrifts through
+ To my garden lying whitely in the moonlight and the dew!
+
+ _Julia C. R. Dorr_
+
+
+
+
+_If all the Skies_
+
+
+ If all the skies were sunshine,
+ Our faces would be fain
+ To feel once more upon them
+ The cooling plash of rain.
+
+ If all the world were music,
+ Our hearts would often long
+ For one sweet strain of silence,
+ To break the endless song.
+
+ If life were always merry,
+ Our souls would seek relief,
+ And rest from weary laughter
+ In the quiet arms of grief.
+
+ _Henry van Dyke_
+
+
+
+
+“_Gratias Ago_”
+
+
+ Since of earth, air and water,
+ The gods have made me part--
+ Let every human sin be mine
+ Except the thankless heart!
+ Privileged and greatly, I partake
+ Of sleep and death and birth;
+ And kneeling, drink the sacrament--
+ The good red wine of earth.
+
+ I shall not ask the High Gods
+ For aught that they can give;
+ They gave the greatest gift of all
+ When first they bade me live.
+ Great gift of dawn and starlight,
+ Of sea and grass and river;
+ With leave to toil and laugh and weep
+ And praise the Sun forever!
+
+ Be death the end or not the end,
+ Too richly blest am I
+ To seek the hill behind the hill,
+ The sky behind the sky.
+ Let the red earth that bore me
+ Give me her call again,
+ And I’ll lie still beneath her flowers
+ And sleep and not complain.
+
+ Let those the gods have blinded
+ Hold their long feud with Fate--
+ And clutch at toys that never yet
+ Could make one mean man great.
+ Let those that Earth has bastarded
+ Fret and contrive and plan--
+ But I will enter like an heir
+ The old estate of man!
+
+ _Geoffrey Howard_
+
+
+
+
+_Song of Ballyshannon_
+
+
+ Take me home to Ballyshannon, for there’s music in the word;
+ The name o’ Ballyshannon is the sweetest ever heard!
+ The little hills are lying fair and green behind the town,
+ And the skies of Ballyshannon, why, they’re never known to frown.
+ Take me back and let me hearken to the plaintive Irish wind;
+ Take me back to Ballyshannon, where the neighbors’ hearts are kind.
+
+ I will wander in the moonlight out upon the ragged moor,
+ With the flaming gorse and heather,--I’ll not find it mean or poor.
+ In the glen with lads a-dancing, I will pass the night away;
+ For the nights in Ballyshannon, they are sweeter than the day.
+ Take me back to Ballyshannon, there’s a voice that calls to me;
+ For my heart’s in Ballyshannon on the other side the sea.
+
+ I came to Ballyshannon on a wet and mournful night,
+ And all the way was darkness, with never a ray of light;
+ The mist was waving round me and the winds were blowing free
+ When I came to Ballyshannon, sure my heart was whole in me.
+
+ I went from Ballyshannon when the sun was rolling high,
+ And every rowan bud was glad and looked me in the eye;
+ The clouds were white above me and the winds played in the tree,
+ Yet I went from Ballyshannon bearing little heart in me.
+
+ Sure my heart was crushed and broken; there were kisses on my mouth;
+ There were cruel words upon me like a summer’s parching drouth.
+ Woman’s wiles are full of mystery, they’re inconstant as the sea;
+ Just for sport in Ballyshannon, someone stole the heart of me.
+
+ The bells of Ballyshannon, I hear them on the wind,
+ And every care and sorrow my heart leaves far behind;
+ I can live and thrive a season upon an alien shore,
+ But I’m wanting Ballyshannon forever all the more;
+ And when light o’ life has left me and I’m like an empty byre,
+ Lay my bones in Ballyshannon, take me back to heart’s desire,
+ Where I’ll hear the bells a-ringing, folded arms beneath the sod,
+ For the bells of Ballyshannon, they will ring me home to God.
+
+ _Jeanne Robert Foster_
+
+
+
+
+_A Song of the Road_
+
+
+ I lift my cap to Beauty,
+ I lift my cap to Love;
+ I bow before my Duty,
+ And know that God’s above!
+ My heart through shining arches
+ Of leaf and blossom goes;
+ My soul, triumphant, marches
+ Through life to life’s repose.
+ And I, through all this glory,
+ Nor know, nor fear my fate,--
+ The great things are so simple,
+ The simple are so great!
+
+ _Fred G. Bowles_
+
+
+
+
+_After Sunset_
+
+
+ I have an understanding with the hills
+ At evening when the slanted radiance fills
+ Their hollows, and the great winds let them be,
+ And they are quiet and look down at me.
+ Oh, then I see the patience in their eyes
+ Out of the centuries that made them wise.
+ They lend me hoarded memory and I learn
+ Their thoughts of granite and their whims of fern,
+ And why a dream of forests must endure
+ Though every tree be slain: and how the pure,
+ Invisible beauty has a word so brief
+ A flower can say it or a shaken leaf,
+ But few may ever snare it in a song,
+ Though for the quest a life is not too long.
+ When the blue hills grow tender, when they pull
+ The twilight close with gesture beautiful,
+ And shadows are their garments, and the air
+ Deepens, and the wild veery is at prayer,--
+ Their arms are strong around me; and I know
+ That somehow I shall follow when you go
+ To the still land beyond the evening star,
+ Where everlasting hills and valleys are:
+ And silence may not hurt us any more,
+ And terror shall be past, and grief, and war.
+
+ _Grace Hazard Conkling_
+
+
+
+
+_The Wanderer_
+
+
+ The ships are lying in the bay,
+ The gulls are swinging round their spars;
+ My soul as eagerly as they
+ Desires the margin of the stars.
+
+ So much do I love wandering,
+ So much I love the sea and sky,
+ That it will be a piteous thing
+ In one small grave to lie.
+
+ _Zoe Akins_
+
+
+
+
+_The Trumpet of the Dawn_
+
+
+ Above the crestward-climbing pines,
+ Above the dewy slopes of lawn,
+ Above the copse’s coil of vines,
+ I have gone up to meet the dawn.
+
+ I have grown weary of the night
+ That from day’s gold mine eye debars,--
+ Of seeing up the purple height
+ Troop the processional of stars.
+
+ I yearn to mark the shattering beam
+ Backward the gates of darkness throw;
+ I long to hear across my dream
+ The wakening trump of morning blow.
+
+ Hark! ’tis the first bird-note!--and mark,
+ Flushing the east, a crimson ray!--
+ Soul, from the girdling wastes of dark
+ Go thou, too, up to meet the day!
+
+ _Clinton Scollard_
+
+
+
+
+_Shared_
+
+
+ I said it in the meadow-path,
+ I say it on the mountain-stairs,--
+ The best things any mortal hath
+ Are those which every mortal shares.
+
+ The air we breathe, the sky, the breeze,
+ The light without us and within,--Life,
+ with its unlocked treasuries,--
+ God’s riches,--are for all to win.
+
+ The grass is softer to my tread
+ For rest it yields unnumbered feet;
+ Sweeter to me the wild-rose red,
+ Because she makes the whole world sweet.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ And up the radiant, peopled way,
+ That opens into worlds unknown,
+ It will be life’s delight to say,
+ “Heaven is not Heaven for me alone.”
+
+ _Lucy Larcom_
+
+
+
+
+_Up-Hill_
+
+
+ Does the road wind-up all the way?
+ _Yes, to the very end._
+ Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?
+ _From morn to night, my friend._
+
+ But is there for the night a resting-place?
+ A roof for when the slow dark hours begin?
+ May not the darkness hide it from my face?
+ _You cannot miss that inn._
+
+ Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
+ _Those who have gone before._
+ Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
+ _They will not keep you standing at that door._
+
+ Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
+ _Of labor you shall find the sum._
+ Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
+ _Yea, beds for all who come._
+
+ _Christina Rossetti_
+
+
+
+
+_The Epitaph_
+
+
+ Write on my grave when I am dead,
+ Whatever road I trod
+ That I admired and honorèd
+ The wondrous works of God.
+
+ That all the days and years I had,
+ The greatest and the least,
+ Each day with grateful heart and glad
+ I sat me to a feast.
+
+ That not alone for body’s meat
+ Which takes the lowest place
+ I gave Him grace when I did eat
+ And with a shining face.
+
+ But for the spirit filled and fed
+ That else must waste and die,
+ With sun and stars replenishèd
+ And dew and evening sky.
+
+ The beauty of the hills and seas
+ Brimmed that immortal cup;
+ And when I went by fields and trees
+ My heart was lifted up.
+
+ Lap me in the green grass and write
+ Upon the daisied sod
+ That still I praised with all my might
+ The wondrous works of God.
+
+ _Katharine Tynan_
+
+
+
+
+_Index of Authors_
+
+
+ Abbey, Henry, 69
+ Addison, Medora, 253
+ Akins, Zoe, 24
+ Alling, Kenneth Slade, 250
+ Allingham, William, 44
+ Auslander, Joseph, 124, 246
+
+ Baker, Karl Wilson, 71
+ Banning, Kendall, 162
+ Bates, Katherine Lee, 172
+ Birchall, Sara Hamilton, 55, 57, 139, 144, 146, 156, 165, 175, 223
+ Blanden, Charles G., 42
+ Bowles, Fred G., 263
+ Braithwaite, William Stanley, 245
+ Brotherton, Alice Williams, 49
+ Brown, Thomas E., 41
+ Browning, Elizabeth, 53
+ Browning, Robert, 94, 212, 233
+ Burnet, Dana, 157
+ Burton, Richard, 95, 211, 216, 251
+ Byron, Lord, 100
+
+ Carman, Bliss, 17, 49, 53, 65, 75, 119, 136, 168, 171, 173, 176, 186,
+ 200, 220, 226
+ Chalmers, Stephens, 140
+ Cheney, John Vance, 41, 239
+ Clark, Martha Haskell, 91, 104, 161, 257
+ Clifford, Ethel, 252
+ Cole, Samuel Valentine, 67
+ Cone, Helen Gray, 51, 56
+ Conkling, Grace Hazard, 240, 263
+ Converse, Florence, 244
+ Craik, Dina Mulock, 42
+ Crane, Jr. L. Burton, 28
+ Cunningham, Allan, 87
+
+ Davis, Fannie Stearns, 120, 158
+ Davies, Mary Carolyn, 163
+ Davies, William H., 76, 112
+ Dean, Harry W., 171
+ Dennen, Grace Atherton, 227
+ Deutsch, Babette, 229
+ Dickinson, Emily, 54, 210, 218, 225
+ Dorr, Julia C. R., 258
+ Driscoll, Louise, 5, 40, 189
+
+ Egbert, Ella Elizabeth, 224
+ Elliston, George, 210
+ Emerson, Ralph Waldo, 52, 191, 233
+
+ Fenton, Cora D., 31
+ Foster, Jeanne Robert, 261
+ Fox-Smith, C., 133, 147
+ Fyleman, Rose, 228
+
+ Gale, Norman, 35, 193
+ Galsworthy, John, 110
+ Garland, Hamlin, 4, 109
+ Garrison, Theodosia, 15, 18, 114, 125, 175, 195, 219
+ Gilman, Charlotte Perkins, 61
+ Gore-Booth, Eva, 78, 241
+ Gould, Gerald, 155
+ Grover, Edwin Osgood, 135, 185
+ Guest, Edgar A., 10, 16, 34, 150, 155, 169, 234
+ Guiterman, Arthur, 121
+
+ Hagedorn, Hermann, 143
+ Hardy, Thomas, 184
+ Hare, Amory, 23
+ Hawkes, Robert Stephen, 249
+ Higginson, Ella, 203
+ Hood, Thomas, 228
+ Hopper, Nora, 81
+ Hovey, Richard, 12, 31, 79, 92, 122, 196
+ Howard, Geoffrey, 260
+ Hoyt, Helen, 132
+
+ Jennings, Leslie Nelson, 8
+ Johns, Orrick, 236
+
+ Kauffman, Ruth Wright, 165
+ Kemp, Harry, 77, 115, 134, 199, 213, 251, 257
+ Kenyon, Theda, 50
+ Ketchum, Arthur, 111, 131
+ King, Georgiana Goddard, 19
+ Kipling, Rudyard, 166
+ Knowles, Frederic Lawrence, 102
+
+ Lanier, Sidney, 66, 238
+ Laramore, Vivian Yeiser, 243
+ Larcom, Lucy, 44, 71, 160, 265
+ Laurence, Ray, 48
+ Le Gallienne, Richard, 111
+ Loveman, Robert, 209
+ Lowell, James Russell, 45
+
+ Mackay, Isabel Ecclestine, 19
+ Macleod, Fiona, 88
+ McGiffert, Gertrude Huntington, 27
+ McGroarty, John Steven, 32, 99
+ McLeod, Irene Ruthford, 126
+ McQuilland, Louis J., 25
+ Mannin, Ethel E., 80, 150, 178, 239
+ Markham, Edwin, 57
+ Masefield, John, 3, 75
+ Mason, Caroline Atherton, 112
+ Millay, Edna St. Vincent, 125, 145, 249
+ Monro, Harold, 243
+ Montgomery, James Stuart, 22, 82, 104
+ Moreland, John Richard, 193
+ Morley, Christopher, 68
+
+ Norton, Eleanour, 29
+
+ O’Brien, Edward J., 234
+ O’Reilly, John Boyle, 7
+
+ Payne, Anne Blackwell, 235
+ Peace, Dorothy, 103
+ Percy, William Alexander, 218
+ Piatt, Sarah, 241
+ Pollard, Lancaster, 144, 186, 192, 237
+ Powell, Arthur, 248
+ Procter, Bryan Waller, 89
+
+ Randolph, Thomas, 30
+ Reese, Lizette Woodworth, 194, 250
+ Rice, Cale Young, 86, 115, 188, 196
+ Rittenhouse, Jessie B., 72
+ Roberts, Charles G. D., 39, 89
+ Robinson, Corinne Roosevelt, 9
+ Rossetti, Christina, 110, 266
+ Runcie, John, 85
+ Russell, Maud, 29
+
+ Sarett, Lew, 253
+ Scollard Clinton, 43, 149, 183, 190, 236, 265
+ Service, Robert W., 13
+ Shephard, Odell, 3
+ Slender, Pauline, 164
+ Smith, Ada, 20
+ Smith, May Riley, 142, 213
+ Speyer, Leonora, 62, 215
+ Stuart, Keith, 82
+ Swinburne, Algernon Charles, 97
+ Sylvester, Frederick O., 245
+
+ Tabb, John B., 55
+ Tennyson, Alfred, 205, 212
+ Thorley, Wilfrid C., 47
+ Timrod, Henry, 109, 206
+ Tinckom-Fernandez, W. G., 24, 177
+ Towne, Charles Hanson, 6, 195, 219
+ Trench, Herbert, 62
+ Tynan, Katherine, 96, 183, 267
+
+ Unknown, 63, 100
+ Upson, Arthur 247
+
+ van Dyke, Henry, 70, 259
+ Vinal, Harold, 84
+
+ Waterman, Nixon, 148
+ Watson, William, 208
+ Welby, Amelia C., 103
+ Wetherald, Ethelwyn, 64
+ Wheatly, Vera, 247
+ Whitman, Walt, 9, 47, 84
+ Widdemer, Margaret, 79, 113
+ Williams, Oscar, 85
+ Wolfe, Humbert, 48, 54
+ Wordsworth, William, 21, 94, 238
+
+
+
+
+_Index to Titles_
+
+
+ A.B.C.’s in Green _Leonora Speyer_, 62
+ Afoot _Charles G. D. Roberts_, 39
+ Afoot _C. Fox-Smith_, 133
+ Afoot and Light-Hearted _Walt Whitman_, 9
+ Afternoon on a Hill _Edna St. Vincent Millay_, 125
+ After Sunset _Grace Hazard Conkling_, 240
+ Again Among the Hills _Richard Hovey_, 122
+ “A la Belle Étoile” _Sara Hamilton Birchall_, 144
+ Alms in Autumn _Rose Fyleman_, 228
+ An Autumn Garden _Bliss Carman_, 220
+ Angels of the Spring _Robert Stephen Hawkes_, 249
+ Answer, The _Sara Hamilton Birchall_, 57
+ April _Emily Dickinson_, 210
+ April _John Vance Cheney_, 41
+ April _Theodosia Garrison_, 195
+ April, April _William Watson_, 208
+ April’s Coming _Lancaster Pollard_, 192
+ April Morning _George Elliston_, 210
+ April Music _Clinton Scollard_, 183
+ April Rain _Robert Loveman_, 209
+ April Weather _Lizette Woodworth Reese_, 194
+ April Weather _Bliss Carman_, 186
+ As the Tide Comes In _Cale Young Rice_, 86
+ Autumn _Emily Dickinson_, 218
+
+ Beloved Vagabond, The _W. G. Tinckom-Fernandez_, 177
+ Best Road of All, The _Charles Hanson Towne_, 6
+ Black Ashes _Martha Haskell Clark_, 161
+ Blackbird, The _Humbert Wolfe_, 54
+ Blackbird Suddenly, A _Joseph Auslander_, 246
+ Blind _Harry Kemp_, 199
+ Buttercups _Wilfrid C. Thorley_, 47
+
+ Call, The _Cora D. Fenton_, 31
+ Call, The _Edgar A. Guest_, 150
+ Call of the Wild, The _Robert W. Service_, 13
+ Camping Song _Bliss Carman_, 17
+ Carouse _Charles Hanson Towne_, 219
+ Changeless _Martha Haskell Clark_, 257
+ City Voice, A _Theodosia Garrison_, 15
+ City-Weary _Edgar A. Guest_, 10
+ Clover _John B. Tabb_, 55
+ Clouds and Sky _Lancaster Pollard_, 237
+ Come, Spur Away! _Thomas Randolph_, 30
+ Comfort of the Stars, The _Richard Burton_, 251
+ Coming of Dawn, The _Grace Atherton Dennen_, 227
+ Comrades of the Trail _Mary Carolyn Davies_, 163
+ Conversation, A _Sara Hamilton Birchall_, 55
+ Country Faith, The _Norman Gale_, 35
+ Coquette _Keith Stuart_, 82
+ Credo _Vera Wheatley_, 247
+ Cry of the Dreamer, The _John Boyle O’Reilley_, 7
+ Cry of the Hillborn, The _Bliss Carman_, 119
+
+ Daisies _Bliss Carman_, 53
+ Dandelions, The _Helen Gray Cone_, 51
+ Dandelion, To the _James Russell Lowell_, 45
+ Days Like These _Ella Elizabeth Egbert_, 224
+ Deep Down _James Stuart Montgomery_, 104
+ Deep-Water Man, The _James Stuart Montgomery_, 82
+ Denial _Lancaster Pollard_, 144
+ Deserted Pasture, The _Bliss Carman_, 226
+ Down East and Up Along _Edwin Osgood Grover_, 135
+ Do You Fear the Wind? _Hamlin Garland_, 109
+ Dreams of the Sea _William H. Davies_, 76
+
+ Early Morning at Bargis _Hermann Hagedorn_, 143
+ Early Spring _Alfred Tennyson_, 205
+ Ellis Park _Helen Hoyt_, 132
+ Epitaph, The _Katherine Tynan_, 267
+
+ Farewell _Katherine Tynan_, 96
+ Farewell _Harry Kemp_, 251
+ Far From the Madding Crowd _Nixon Waterman_, 148
+ Faun, The _Richard Hovey_, 12
+ Fishing _Edgar A. Guest_, 169
+ Fishing _Edgar A. Guest_, 16
+ Flower Chorus _Ralph Waldo Emerson_, 191
+ Folly _Vivian Yeiser Laramore_, 243
+
+ Gipsy Feet _Fannie Stearns Davis_, 158
+ Gypsy-Heart _Katherine Lee Bates_, 172
+ Gypsying, The _Theodosia Garrison_, 175
+ Gipsy Song _Sara Hamilton Birchall_, 156
+ Gipsy Trail, The _Rudyard Kipling_, 166
+ Gipsy Wedding, The _Sara Hamilton Birchall_, 165
+ God is at the Anvil _Lew Sarett_, 253
+ God Made This Day For Me _Edgar A. Guest_, 34
+ God, When You Thought of a Pine Tree _Unknown_, 63
+ God’s World _Edna St. Vincent Millay_, 249
+ Going Down in Ships _Harry Kemp_, 77
+ Going of His Feet, The _Harry Kemp_, 134
+ Good Company _Karl Wilson Baker_, 71
+ Gospel of the Fields _Arthur Upson_, 247
+ Grace for Gardens _Louise Driscoll_, 40
+ Grass, The _Walt Whitman_, 47
+ “Gratias Ago” _Geoffrey Howard_, 260
+ Gray _Oscar Williams_, 85
+ Gray Rocks and Grayer Sea _Charles G. D. Roberts_, 89
+ Great Outdoors, The _Maud Russell_, 29
+ Green Inn, The _Theodosia Garrison_, 18
+ Green Tree in the Fall, The _Jessie B. Rittenhouse_, 72
+
+ Had I the Choice _Walt Whitman_, 84
+ Happy Wind _William H. Davies_, 112
+ Hark to the Shouting Wind _Henry Timrod_, 109
+ Have You? _Harry W. Dean_, 171
+ Hesperides _Harry Kemp_, 257
+ Highways _Leslie Nelson Jennings_, 8
+ Hills _Arthur Guiterman_, 121
+ Hills, The _Theodosia Garrison_, 125
+ Hill Hunger _Joseph Auslander_, 124
+ Hollyhocks, The _Ray Laurence_, 48
+ Homesick _Julia C. R. Dorr_, 258
+ Hound, The _Babette Deutsch_, 229
+ House of the Trees, The _Ethelwyn Wetherald_, 64
+ How Miracles Abound _Clinton Scollard_, 236
+ Hunting Song _Richard Hovey_, 31
+
+ If all the Skies _Henry van Dyke_, 259
+ I Meant to Do My Work Today _Richard Le Gallienne_, 111
+ Immortal, The _Cale Young Rice_, 196
+ In a Garden _Theda Kenyon_, 50
+ In City Streets _Ada Smith_, 20
+ Indian Summer _Emily Dickinson_, 225
+
+ Journey _Edna St. Vincent Millay_, 145
+ Joys of the Road, The _Bliss Carman_, 136
+
+ King’s Highway, The _John Steven McGroarty_, 32
+
+ Lake, The _Eleanour Norton_, 29
+ Lark, The _Lizette Woodworth Reese_, 250
+ Last Hour, The _Ethel Clifford_, 252
+ Let Me Go Where’er I Will _Ralph Waldo Emerson_, 233
+ Lilac, The _Humbert Wolfe_, 48
+ Little Things _Orrick Johns_, 236
+
+ Maine Trail, A _Gertrude H. McGiffert_, 27
+ Marigolds _Bliss Carman_, 49
+ Marshes, The _Sidney Lanier_, 238
+ May-Lure _Richard Burton_, 211
+ Mendicants, The _Bliss Carman_, 176
+ More Ancient Mariner, A _Bliss Carman_, 173
+ Morning, A _Theodosia Garrison_, 114
+ Morning Song _Lancaster Pollard_, 186
+ My Garden _Thomas E. Brown_, 41
+ My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold _William Wordsworth_, 238
+ Mystic, The _Cale Young Rice_, 115
+
+ Naturalist on a June Sunday, The _Leonora Speyer_, 215
+ November in England _Thomas Hood_, 228
+
+ Ocean, The _Lord Byron_, 100
+ O Dreamy, Gloomy, Friendly Trees! _Herbert Trench_, 62
+ On a Hill _Irene Rutherford McLeod_, 126
+ One Blackbird _Harold Monro_, 243
+ Out in the Fields with God _Elizabeth Browning_, 53
+ Out-of-Doors _Ethel E. Mannin_, 239
+ Overtones _William Alexander Percy_, 218
+
+ Pagan Hymn, A _John Runcie_, 85
+ Path that Leads to Nowhere, The _Corinne Roosevelt Robinson_, 9
+ Perilous Light, The _Eva Gore-Booth_, 241
+ Picture, The _Frederick O. Sylvester_, 245
+ Pippa’s Song _Robert Browning_, 233
+ Port o’ Heart’s Desire, The _John Steven McGroarty_, 99
+ Prayer, A _Edwin Markham_, 57
+ Prayer Before Poems _Anne Blackwell Payne_, 235
+
+ Ragged Regiment, The _Alice Williams Brotherton_, 49
+ Rain _Kenneth Slade Alling_, 250
+ Rain _Lucy Larcom_, 44
+ Rebellion _Stephen Chalmers_, 140
+ Renewal _Charles Hanson Towne_, 195
+ Return, The _Algernon Charles Swinburne_, 97
+ Rhodora _Ralph Waldo Emerson_, 52
+ Road Song _James Stuart Montgomery_, 22
+ Road Song _W. G. Tinckom-Fernandez_, 24
+ Road that Leads to Home, The _Ethel E. Mannin_, 150
+ Road to Vagabondia, The _Dana Burnet_, 157
+ Robin, The _Emily Dickinson_, 54
+ Runaway, The _Cale Young Rice_, 188
+ Rune of Riches, A _Florence Converse_, 244
+
+ Sea Call _Margaret Widdemer_, 79
+ Sea Change, A _Dorothy Peace_, 103
+ Sea, The _Bryan Waller Proctor_, 89
+ Sea, The _Richard Hovey_, 92
+ Sea, The _Nora Hopper_, 81
+ Sea-Fever _John Masefield_, 75
+ Sea Longing _Harold Vinal_, 84
+ Sea Road, The _Martha Haskell Clark_, 91
+ Sea-Song _Martha Haskell Clark_, 104
+ Sea-Urge _Unknown_, 100
+ Sea Wind, The _Arthur Ketchum_, 111
+ Secret, The _John Richard Moreland_, 193
+ Secret Voices, The _Ethel E. Mannin_, 178
+ September _Sara Hamilton Birchall_, 223
+ Shared _Lucy Larcom_, 265
+ Ship-Love _Ethel E. Mannin_, 80
+ Short Beach _Richard Hovey_, 79
+ “Sic Vita” _William Stanley Braithwaite_, 245
+ Singer’s Quest, The _Odell Shepard_, 3
+ Sojourner, The _Sara Hamilton Birchall_, 146
+ Song _Georgiana Goddard King_, 19
+ Song _John Vance Cheney_, 239
+ Song in Autumn, A _Theodosia Garrison_, 219
+ Song in March _Clinton Scollard_, 190
+ Song of Ballyshannon _Jeanne Robert Foster_, 261
+ Song of Desire, A _Frederic Lawrence Knowles_, 102
+ Song of the Open _Sara Hamilton Birchall_, 139
+ Song of the Open Road, A _Louis J. McQuilland_, 25
+ Song of the Road, A _Fred G. Bowles_, 263
+ Song of the Sea _Richard Burton_, 95
+ Song the Grass Sings, A _Charles G. Blanden_, 42
+ Son of the Sea, A _Bliss Carman_, 75
+ Sorrow in a Garden _May Riley Smith_, 213
+ Spell of the Pool, The _L. Burton Crane, Jr._, 28
+ Spring _Norman Gale_, 193
+ Spring _Richard Hovey_, 196
+ Spring _Henry Timrod_, 206
+ Spring’s Answer _Edwin Osgood Grover_, 185
+ Spring Market _Louise Driscoll_, 189
+ Spring Song _Bliss Carman_, 200
+ St. Bartholomew’s on the Hill _Bliss Carman_, 168
+ Streams _Clinton Scollard_, 149
+ Strip of Blue, A _Lucy Larcom_, 160
+ Summer _Richard Burton_, 216
+ Sunflowers _Clinton Scollard_, 43
+ Sunrise _Edgar A. Guest_, 234
+ Sunrise _Robert Browning_, 212
+ Sweet, Low Speech of the Rain, The _Ella Higginson_, 203
+
+ Tell all the World _Harry Kemp_, 213
+ That Wind is Best _Caroline Atherton Mason_, 112
+ Three Trees _Christopher Morley_, 68
+ Throstle, The _Alfred Tennyson_, 212
+ Toil of the Trail, The _Hamlin Garland_, 4
+ Traveller’s Joy _Arthur Ketchum_, 131
+ Traveller’s Rest _C. Fox-Smith_, 147
+ Trees _Bliss Carman_, 65
+ Trees, The _Lucy Larcom_, 71
+ Trees, The _Samuel Valentine Cole_, 67
+ Trees _Henry van Dyke_, 70
+ Trees and The Master, The _Sidney Lanier_, 66
+ Tree Feelings _Charlotte Perkins Gilman_, 61
+ Tree-Top Road, The _May Riley Smith_, 142
+ Trumpet of the Dawn, The _Clinton Scollard_, 265
+ Turn O’ The Year _Katherine Tynan_, 183
+ Twilight At Sea _Amelia C. Welby_, 103
+ Two Old Men _Louise Driscoll_, 5
+
+ Undersong, The _Fiona Macleod_, 88
+ Up-Hill _Christina Rossetti_, 266
+ Up a Hill and a Hill _Fannie Stearns Davis_, 120
+ Up! Up! My Friend, and Quit Your Books _William Wordsworth_, 21
+
+ Vagabond at Home, The _Ruth Wright Kauffman_, 165
+ Vagabond, The _Edgar A. Guest_, 155
+ Vagabonds _Sara Hamilton Birchall_, 175
+ Vagabond Song, A _Bliss Carman_, 171
+ Vagrant, The _Pauline Slender_, 164
+
+ Walking at Night _Amory Hare_, 23
+ Wanderer, The _Zoe Akins_, 264
+ Wander Lure, The _Kendall Banning_, 162
+ Wanderlust _Isabel Ecclestine Mackay_, 19
+ Wanderer’s Song, A _John Masefield_, 3
+ Wanderthirst _Gerald Gould_, 155
+ Wasted Hours _Medora Addison_, 253
+ Waves of Breffny, The _Eva Gore-Booth_, 78
+ Welcome, The _Arthur Powell_, 248
+ Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea, A _Allan Cunningham_, 87
+ What Do We Plant? _Henry Abbey_, 69
+ Whisper of Earth, The _Edward J. O’Brien_, 234
+ Who Has Seen the Wind? _Christina Rossetti_, 110
+ Whole Duty of Berkshire Brooks, The _Grace Hazard Conkling_, 240
+ Wind _John Galsworthy_, 110
+ Wind-Litany _Margaret Widdemer_, 113
+ Wind’s Life, The _Harry Kemp_, 115
+ Wishing _William Allingham_, 44
+ World is Too Much With Us, The _William Wordsworth_, 94
+ Word with a Skylark, A _Sarah Piatt_, 241
+
+ Year’s Awakening, The _Thomas Hardy_, 184
+ Yellow Pansy, A _Helen Gray Cone_, 56
+ Young Dandelion, The _Dina Mulock Craik_, 42
+
+
+
+
+TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES
+
+
+Inconsistencies in poem titles and author names corrected. However,
+inconsistencies in the Copyright Acknowledgements section remain
+unchanged.
+
+Inconsistencies in section titles normalized.
+
+Missing footnote anchors added. The footnote text for The Return is
+missing in the original text, so its footnote anchor has been removed
+in this edition.
+
+Obvious typos corrected, particularly in incorrect/missing periods and
+commas.
+
+The House of the Trees: spelling of “ope” has been retained.
+
+Gipsy Song: verse misalignment corrected.
+
+“Sunrise” by Robert Browning appears twice in the book, on pages 94 and
+212. The poem title appears only once in the Index to Titles.
+
+Some entries in the Table of Contents and Indexes, as well as some long
+poetry lines, have been rewrapped for readability.
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78129 ***
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+<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78129 ***</div>
+
+
+<h1>
+THE<br>
+NATURE LOVER’S<br>
+KNAPSACK
+</h1>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="POCKET_SIZE_BOOKS_OF_VALUE">
+ POCKET SIZE BOOKS OF VALUE
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<p>EMERSON’S ESSAYS.</p>
+
+<p><i>By</i> <span class="smcap">Ralph Waldo Emerson</span>.</p>
+
+<blockquote>
+<p>“First Series” and “Second Series”
+complete in one volume.</p>
+</blockquote>
+
+
+<h3 id="THE_RING_AND_THE_BOOK">
+ THE RING AND THE BOOK.
+</h3>
+
+<p><i>By</i> <span class="smcap">Robert Browning</span>.</p>
+
+<blockquote>
+<p>Walter Hampden Edition. With introduction
+by Montrose J. Moses, and
+notes by Charlotte Porter and Helen
+A Clarke.</p>
+</blockquote>
+
+
+<h3 id="OPERA_SYNOPSES">
+ OPERA SYNOPSES.
+</h3>
+
+<p><i>By</i> <span class="smcap">J. Walker McSpadden</span>.</p>
+
+<blockquote>
+<p>Fourth Edition. Revised and enlarged.
+Over one hundred and fifty operas.</p>
+</blockquote>
+
+
+<h3 id="NATURE_LOVERS_KNAPSACK">
+ NATURE LOVER’S KNAPSACK.
+</h3>
+
+<p><i>By</i> <span class="smcap">Edwin Osgood Grover</span>.</p>
+
+<blockquote>
+<p>A delightful collection of out-door
+poems by over one hundred different
+authors.</p>
+</blockquote>
+
+
+<p>
+ THOMAS Y. CROWELL COMPANY<br>
+ <span class="smcap">Publishers</span> <span class="smcap">New York</span>
+</p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp70" id="frontispiece" style="max-width: 40.0em;">
+ <img class="w100" src="images/frontispiece.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p class="ph1">
+ THE<br>
+ NATURE LOVER’S<br>
+ KNAPSACK
+</p>
+<p class="center" style="line-height: 1.2;">
+ AN ANTHOLOGY OF POEMS FOR<br>
+ LOVERS OF THE OPEN ROAD<br>
+</p>
+<p class="center p2">
+ <i>Edited by</i>
+</p>
+<p class="center">
+ EDWIN OSGOOD GROVER<br>
+ <i>Professor of Books, Rollins College</i>
+</p>
+<p class="center p6">
+ NEW YORK<br>
+ THOMAS Y. CROWELL COMPANY<br>
+ PUBLISHERS
+</p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p class="center ep4" style="line-height: 1.4;">
+ Copyright, 1927<br>
+ <span class="smcap">By Thomas Y. Crowell Company</span>
+</p>
+<p class="center p2">
+ Third Printing
+</p>
+<p class="center p6" style="font-size: small;">
+ MANUFACTURED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA<br>
+ BY THE VAIL-BALLOU PRESS, INC., BINGHAMTON, N. Y.
+</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<figure class="figcenter illowp20 ep4" id="decorative1" style="max-width: 7.5em;">
+ <img class="w100" src="images/decorative1.png" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+<p class="center p2" style="line-height: 1.5;">
+ <i>To</i><br>
+ <br>
+ M. L. G.<br>
+ <br>
+ <i>Who has shared with me</i><br>
+ <i>the</i><br>
+ <i>Joys of “Knapsack Carrying”</i><br>
+ <i>along Life’s road</i>
+</p>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp20 p4" id="decorative2" style="max-width: 7.5em;">
+ <img class="w100" src="images/decorative2.png" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p class="pagenum-decorative pageno">
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+ <span class="pgnum-number" id="Page_vii">vii</span>
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="On_Knapsack_Carrying">
+ <i>On Knapsack Carrying</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<p class="dropcap"><span class="upper-case">We</span> are all knapsack carriers. And none of us travels
+far on the road of Life without discovering certain
+things which we would not be without,—things that
+seem indispensable to our happiness. These indispensable
+things we put, often unconsciously, into our knapsack to
+carry with us during the remainder of the journey.</p>
+
+<p>The kinds of things we “tote” in our knapsack vary with
+the different stages of our journey. We begin by collecting
+pebbles for our sling shot, and in lieu of a literal knapsack
+we hide them in our boy’s pocket. A little farther along the
+journey we discover that marbles, or stamps, or arrowheads
+are the things that are indispensable to our happiness, and
+we gradually shift our knapsack load to meet the newer need.</p>
+
+<p>Still later in life some of us accumulate coins and bank
+notes, stocks and mortgages, and other passing trifles that
+for the moment seem the only indispensable things to our
+happiness. We work ourselves sick, we sacrifice our friends,
+we succeed so well that soon our knapsack is too full for us
+to carry, and we go to some friendly banker and ask him to
+put it in his safety deposit vault where we may worry about
+it to our hearts’ content. And there it rests until we come to
+die, and the only joy it has brought us is the cheap joy of
+accumulation.</p>
+
+<p>Some of us, however, by force of circumstance or by deliberate
+choice, begin early in life to collect in our knapsacks
+beautiful memories of sunsets, of cloud-capped hills
+and wind-swept plains, of deep-flowing rivers and talking
+brooks, memories of the infinite sky and the eternal sea, of
+bird songs and blossoms, of trembling trees and all the lovely
+things of nature. And after the first ecstasy of discovery,
+these things gradually become the indispensable things of our
+happiness and of our lives. Every spring these joys are reborn
+in us, and every autumn they flare up with the first
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_viii">[Pg viii]</span>reddening tree. Each month in the cycle of the year holds
+its unforgettable thrill, its reminder of ancient glories and
+happy memories.</p>
+
+<p>Next to the recollection of beauties we have seen with our
+own eyes and carried long in the knapsack of our memory,
+there is no joy greater than walking afield with the poets,
+and spending an afternoon discovering new beauties and
+new meanings in Nature.</p>
+
+<p>Soon or late every nature lover makes a collection of
+those poems that remind him of his own memories. These
+he treasures in his knapsack, and as the seasons come and
+go he takes them out to feed his soul and to refresh his
+spirit as he travels hopefully along the road of Life.</p>
+
+<p>I would not for the world deprive any one of this pleasure.
+I only hope that this knapsack of nature poetry will
+be found a worthy travelling companion for every nature
+lover. It cannot be exhaustive, and it is in no sense a reference
+book. Its only purpose is to serve as a friendly guide
+to many of the most beautiful nature poems by English and
+American authors. They lead one over an unknown trail
+with here a glimpse of sea, there a racing cloud, now the
+patter of April rain, and the smell of apple blossoms. Open
+the book where you will, and it leads you off through field
+or forest, by babbling brook or singing sea.</p>
+
+<p>An anthology necessarily implies an individual choice, and
+the selections within have been chosen almost without exception
+for the pleasure they have given me. Because I believe
+that Lyric poetry is the highest form of poetic expression,
+I have given the preference to poems that possess this singing
+quality.</p>
+
+<p>In spite of the fact that in much of the poetry of the
+last twenty-five years the lyric note has been sadly absent,
+yet the book contains many exquisite lyrics by the “younger
+generation” which shows the persistence of this timeless
+quality of all great poetry.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_ix">[Pg ix]</span></p>
+
+<p>I wish to acknowledge frankly my indebtedness to many
+who have preceded me in the making of anthologies; and to
+scores of authors and their publishers who have so generously
+given permission for me to include their poems. It is
+a goodly fellowship. If, after all, I have left out your favorite
+nature poem, please tell me so.</p>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <span class="smcap">Edwin Osgood Grover</span>
+</p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp20 p4" id="decorative2_2" style="max-width: 7.5em;">
+ <img class="w100" src="images/decorative2.png" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p class="pagenum-decorative pageno">
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+ <span class="pgnum-number" id="Page_xi">xi</span>
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="What_the_Knapsack_Holds">
+ <i>What the Knapsack Holds</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+<table class="autotable toc">
+<tr>
+<td class="center" style="font-size: large;" colspan="3">
+<i>The Lure of the Road</i>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+A Wanderer’s Song
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>John Masefield</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#A_Wanderers_Song">3</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Singer’s Quest
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Odell Shepherd</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Singers_Quest">3</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Toil of the Trail
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Hamlin Garland</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Toil_of_the_Trail">4</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Two Old Men
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Louise Driscoll</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Two_Old_Men">5</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Best Road of All
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Charles Hanson Towne</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Best_Road_of_All">6</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Cry of the Dreamer
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>John Boyle O’Reilly</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Cry_of_the_Dreamer">7</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Highways
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Leslie Nelson Jennings</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Highways">8</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Afoot and Light-Hearted
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Walt Whitman</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Afoot_and_Light-Hearted">9</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Path that Leads to Nowhere
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Corinne Roosevelt Robinson</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Path_That_Leads_To_Nowhere">9</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+City-Weary
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Edgar A. Guest</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#City-Weary">10</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Faun
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Richard Hovey</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Faun">12</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Call of the Wild
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Robert W. Service</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Call_of_the_Wild1">13</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+A City Voice
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Theodosia Garrison</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#A_City_Voice">15</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Fishing
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Edgar A. Guest</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Fishing">16</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Camping Song
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Camping_Song">17</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Green Inn
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Theodosia Garrison</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Green_Inn">18</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Wanderlust
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Isabel Ecclestine Mackay</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Wanderlust">19</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Song
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Georgiana Goddard King</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Song2">19</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+In City Streets
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Ada Smith</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#In_City_Streets">20</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Up! Up! My Friend, and Quit Your Books
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>William Wordsworth</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Up_Up_My_Friend">21</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Road Song
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>James Stewart Montgomery</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Road_Song">22</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Walking at Night
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Amory Hare</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Walking_at_Night">23</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Road Song
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>W. G. Tinckom-Fernandez</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Road_Song_1">24</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+A Song of the Open Road
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Louis J. McQuilland</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#A_Song_of_the_Open_Road">25</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+A Maine Trail
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Gertrude H. McGiffert</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#A_Maine_Trail">27</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Spell of the Pool
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>L. Burton Crane, Jr.</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Spell_of_the_Pool">28</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Lake
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Eleanour Norton</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Lake">29</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Great Outdoors
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Maud Russell</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Great_Outdoors">29</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Come, Spur Away!
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Thomas Randolph</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Come_Spur_Away">30</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Hunting Song
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Richard Hovey</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Hunting_Song">31</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Call
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Cora D. Fenton</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Call">31</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The King’s Highway
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>John Steven McGroarty</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Kings_Highway">32</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+God Made This Day For Me
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Edgar A. Guest</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#God_Made_This_Day_For">34</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Country Faith
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Norman Gale</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Country_Faith">35</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="center" style="font-size: large; padding-top: 1em;" colspan="3">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xii">[Pg xii]</span><i>Green Things Growing</i>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Afoot
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Charles G. D. Roberts</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Afoot">39</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Grace for Gardens
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Louise Driscoll</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Grace_for_Gardens">40</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+My Garden
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Thomas E. Brown</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#My_Garden">41</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+April
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>John Vance Cheney</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#April">41</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+A Song the Grass Sings
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Charles G. Blanden</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#A_Song_the_Grass_Sings">42</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Young Dandelion
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Dinah Mulock Craik</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Young_Dandelion">42</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Sunflowers
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Clinton Scollard</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Sunflowers">43</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Wishing
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>William Allingham</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Wishing">44</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Rain
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Lucy Larcom</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Rain">44</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+To the Dandelion
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>James Russell Lowell</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#To_the_Dandelion">45</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Grass
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Walt Whitman</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Grass">47</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Buttercups
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Wilfrid C. Thorley</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Buttercups">47</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Lilac
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Humbert Wolfe</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Lilac">48</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Hollyhocks
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Ray Laurance</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Hollyhocks">48</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Ragged Regiment
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Alice Williams Brotherton</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Ragged_Regiment">49</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Marigolds
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Marigolds">49</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+In a Garden
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Theda Kenyon</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#In_a_Garden">50</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Dandelions
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Helen Gray Cone</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Dandelions">51</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Rhodora
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Ralph Waldo Emerson</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Rhodora">52</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Daisies
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Daisies">53</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Out in the Fields with God
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Elizabeth Browning</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Out_in_the_Fields_with_God">53</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Blackbird
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Humbert Wolfe</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Blackbird">54</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Robin
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Emily Dickinson</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Robin">54</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Clover
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>John B. Tabb</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Clover">55</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+A Conversation
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Sara Hamilton Birchall</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#A_Conversation">55</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+A Yellow Pansy
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Helen Gray Cone</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#A_Yellow_Pansy">56</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Answer
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Sara Hamilton Birchall</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Answer">57</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+A Prayer
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Edwin Markham</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#A_Prayer">57</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="center" style="font-size: large; padding-top: 1em;" colspan="3">
+<i>The Kinship of the Trees</i>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Tree Feelings
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Charlotte Perkins Gilman</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Tree_Feelings">61</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+A B C’s in Green
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Leonora Speyer</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#ABCS_in_Green">62</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+O Dreamy, Gloomy, Friendly Trees!
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Herbert Trench</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#O_Dreamy_Gloomy">62</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+God, When You Thought of a Pine Tree
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Unknown</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#God_When_You_Thought_of">63</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The House of the Trees
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Ethelwyn Wetherald</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_House_of_the_Trees">64</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xiii">[Pg xiii]</span>Trees
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Trees">65</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Trees and the Master
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Sidney Lanier</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Trees_and_the_Master">66</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Trees
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Samuel Valentine Cole</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Trees">67</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Three Trees
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Christopher Morley</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Three_Trees">68</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+What Do We Plant?
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Henry Abbey</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#What_Do_We_Plant">69</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Trees
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Henry van Dyke</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Trees_1">70</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Trees
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Lucy Larcom</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Trees_1">71</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Good Company
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Karl Wilson Baker</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Good_Company">71</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Green Tree in the Fall
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Jessie B. Rittenhouse</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Green_Tree_In_The_Fall">72</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="center" style="font-size: large; padding-top: 1em;" colspan="3">
+<i>The Call of the Sea</i>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Sea-Fever
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>John Masefield</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Sea-Fever">75</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+A Son of the Sea
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#A_Son_of_the_Sea">75</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Dreams of the Sea
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>William H. Davies</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Dreams_of_the_Sea">76</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Going Down in Ships
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Harry Kemp</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Going_Down_in_Ships">77</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Waves of Breffny
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Eva Gore-Booth</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Waves_of_Breffny">78</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Short Beach
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Richard Hovey</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Short_Beach">79</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Sea Call
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Margaret Widdemer</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Sea_Call">79</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Ship-Love
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Ethel E. Mannin</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Ship-Love">80</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Sea
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Nora Hopper</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Sea">81</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Coquette
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Keith Stuart</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Coquette">82</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Deep-Water Man
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>James Stuart Montgomery</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Deep-Water_Man">82</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Sea Longing
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Harold Vinal</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Sea_Longing">84</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Had I the Choice
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Walt Whitman</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Had_I_the_Choice">84</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Gray
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Oscar Williams</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Gray">85</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+A Pagan Hymn
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>John Runcie</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#A_Pagan_Hymn">85</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+As the Tide Comes In
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Cale Young Rice</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#As_the_Tide_Comes_In">86</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Allan Cunningham</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#A_Wet_Sheet_and_a_Flowing">87</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Undersong
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Fiona Macleod</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Undersong">88</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Gray Rocks and Grayer Sea
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Charles G. D. Roberts</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Gray_Rocks_and_Grayer">89</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Sea
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Bryan Waller Procter</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Sea_1">89</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Sea Road
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Martha Haskell Clark</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Sea_Road">91</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Sea
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Richard Hovey</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Sea3">92</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The World is Too Much With Us
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>William Wordsworth</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_World_is_Too_Much">94</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Sunrise
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Robert Browning</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Sunrise">94</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Song of the Sea
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Richard Burton</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Song_of_the_Sea">95</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Farewell
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Katherine Tynan</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Farewell">96</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Return
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Algernon Charles Swinburne</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Return">97</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xiv">[Pg xiv]</span>The Port o’ Heart’s Desire
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>John Steven McGroarty</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Port_o_Hearts_Desire">99</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Sea-Urge
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Unknown</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Sea-Urge">100</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Ocean
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Lord Byron</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Ocean">100</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+A Song of Desire
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Frederic Lawrence Knowles</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#A_Song_of_Desire">102</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+A Sea Change
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Dorothy Peace</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#A_Sea_Change">103</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Twilight At Sea
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Amelia C. Welby</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Twilight_At_Sea">103</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Sea-Song
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Martha Haskell Clark</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Sea-Song">104</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Deep Down
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>James Stuart Montgomery</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Deep_Down">104</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="center" style="font-size: large; padding-top: 1em;" colspan="3">
+<i>The Winds of Heaven</i>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Do You Fear the Wind?
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Hamlin Garland</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Do_You_Fear_the_Wind">109</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Hark to the Shouting Wind
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Henry Timod</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Hark_to_the_Shouting">109</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Who Has Seen the Wind?
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Christina Rossetti</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Who_Has_Seen_the_Wind">110</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Wind
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>John Galsworthy</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Wind">110</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Sea-Wind
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Arthur Ketchum</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Sea-Wind">111</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+I Meant to Do My Work Today
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Richard Le Gallienne</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#I_Meant_to_Do_My">111</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+That Wind is Best
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Caroline Atherton Mason</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#That_Wind_Is_Best">112</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Happy Wind
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>William H. Davies</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Happy_Wind">112</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Wind-Litany
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Margaret Widdemer</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Wind-Litany">113</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+A Morning
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Theodosia Garrison</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#A_Morning">114</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Wind’s Life
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Harry Kemp</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Winds_Life">115</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Mystic
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Cale Young Rice</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Mystic">115</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="center" style="font-size: large; padding-top: 1em;" colspan="3">
+<i>The Hill-born</i>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Cry of the Hillborn
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Cry_of_the_Hillborn">119</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Up a Hill and a Hill
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Fannie Stearns Davis</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Up_a_Hill_and_a_Hill">120</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Hills
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Arthur Guiterman</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Hills">121</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Again Among the Hills
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Richard Hovey</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Again_Among_the_Hills">122</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Hill Hunger
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Joseph Auslander</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Hill_Hunger">124</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Afternoon on a Hill
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Edna St. Vincent Millay</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Afternoon_on_a_Hill">125</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Hills
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Theodosia Garrison</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Hills">125</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+On a Hill
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Irene Rutherford McLeod</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#On_a_Hill">126</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="center" style="font-size: large; padding-top: 1em;" colspan="3">
+<i>Traveller’s Joy</i>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Traveller’s Joy
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Arthur Ketchum</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Travellers_Joy_1">131</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Ellis Park
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Helen Hoyt</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Ellis_Park">132</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Afoot
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>C. Fox-Smith</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Afoot_1">133</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Going of His Feet
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Harry Kemp</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Going_of_His_Feet">134</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xv">[Pg xv]</span>Down East and Up Along
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Edwin Osgood Grover</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Down_East_and_Up_Along">135</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Joys of the Road
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Joys_of_the_Road">136</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Song of the Open
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Sara Hamilton Birchall</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Song_of_the_Open">139</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Rebellion
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Stephen Chalmers</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Rebellion">140</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Tree-Top Road
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>May Riley Smith</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Tree-Top_Road">142</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Early Morning at Bargis
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Hermann Hagedorn</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Early_Morning_at_Bargis">143</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Denial
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Lancaster Pollard</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Denial">144</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+“A la Belle Étoile”
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Sara Hamilton Birchall</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#A_la_Belle_Etoile">144</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Journey
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Edna St. Vincent Millay</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Journey">145</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Sojourner
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Sara Hamilton Birchall</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Sojourner">146</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Traveller’s Rest
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>C. Fox-Smith</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Travellers_Rest">147</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Far From the Madding Crowd
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Nixon Waterman</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Far_From_the_Madding">148</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Streams
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Clinton Scollard</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Streams">149</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Call
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Edgar A. Guest</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Call_1">150</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Road that Leads to Home
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Ethel E. Mannin</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Road_that_Leads_to">150</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="center" style="font-size: large; padding-top: 1em;" colspan="3">
+<i>Echoes from Vagabondia</i>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Wanderthirst
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Gerald Gould</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Wanderthirst">155</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Vagabond
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Edgar A. Guest</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Vagabond">155</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Gipsy Song
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Sara Hamilton Birchall</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Gipsy_Song">156</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Road to Vagabondia
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Dana Burnet</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Road_To_Vagabondia">157</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Gipsy Feet
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Fannie Stearns Davis</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Gipsy_Feet">158</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+A Strip of Blue
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Lucy Larcom</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#A_Strip_of_Blue">160</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Black Ashes
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Martha Haskell Clark</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Black_Ashes">161</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Wander Lure
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Kendall Banning</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Wander_Lure">162</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Comrades of the Trail
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Mary Carolyn Davies</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Comrades_of_the_Trail">163</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Vagrant
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Pauline Slender</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Vagrant">164</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Gipsy Wedding
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Sara Hamilton Birchall</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Gipsy_Wedding">165</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Vagabond at Home
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Ruth Wright Kauffman</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Vagabond_At_Home">165</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Gipsy Trail
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Rudyard Kipling</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Gipsy_Trail">166</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+St. Bartholomew’s on the Hill
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#St_Bartholomews_On">168</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Fishing
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Edgar A. Guest</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Fishing_1">169</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+A Vagabond Song
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#A_Vagabond_Song">171</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Have You?
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Harry M. Dean</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Have_You">171</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Gypsy-Heart
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Katherine Lee Bates</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Gypsy-Heart">172</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+A More Ancient Mariner
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#A_More_Ancient">173</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Vagabonds
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Sara Hamilton Birchall</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Vagabonds">175</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Gypsying
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Theodosia Garrison</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Gypsying">175</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xvi">[Pg xvi]</span>The Mendicants
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Mendicants">176</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Beloved Vagabond
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>W. G. Tinckom-Fernandez</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Beloved_Vagabond">177</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Secret Voices
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Ethel E. Mannin</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Secret_Voices">178</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="center" style="font-size: large; padding-top: 1em;" colspan="3">
+<i>The Changing Year</i>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Turn O’ The Year
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Katherine Tynan</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Turn_O_The_Year">183</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+April Music
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Clinton Scollard</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#April_Music">183</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Year’s Awakening
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Thomas Hardy</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Years_Awakening">184</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Spring’s Answer
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Edwin Osgood Grover</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Springs_Answer">185</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Morning Song
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Lancaster Pollard</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Morning_Song">186</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+April Weather
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#April_Weather">186</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Runaway
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Cale Young Rice</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Runaway">188</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Spring Market
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Louise Driscoll</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Spring_Market">189</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Song in March
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Clinton Scollard</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Song_in_March">190</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Flower Chorus
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Ralph Waldo Emerson</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Flower_Chorus">191</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+April’s Coming
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Lancaster Pollard</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Aprils_Coming">192</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Secret
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>John Richard Moreland</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Secret">193</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Spring
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Norman Gale</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Spring">193</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+April Weather
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Lizette Woodworth Reese</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#April_Weather_1">194</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Renewal
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Charles Hanson Towne</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Renewal">195</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+April
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Theodosia Garrison</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#April_1">195</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Immortal
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Cale Young Rice</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Immortal">196</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Spring
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Richard Hovey</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Spring_1">196</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Blind
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Harry Kemp</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Blind">199</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Spring Song
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Spring_Song">200</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Sweet, Low Speech of the Rain
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Ella Higginson</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Sweet_Low_Speech">203</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Early Spring
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Alfred Tennyson</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Early_Spring">205</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Spring
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Henry Timrod</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Spring_2">206</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+April, April
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>William Watson</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#April_April">208</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+April Rain
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Robert Loveman</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#April_Rain">209</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+April
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Emily Dickinson</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#April_2">210</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+April Morning
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>George Elliston</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#April_Morning">210</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+May-Lure
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Richard Burton</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#May-Lure">211</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Sunrise
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Robert Browning</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Sunrise_1">212</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Throstle
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Alfred Tennyson</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Throstle">212</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Tell All the World
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Harry Kemp</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Tell_All_The_World">213</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Sorrow in a Garden
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>May Riley Smith</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Sorrow_in_a_Garden">213</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xvii">[Pg xvii]</span>The Naturalist on a June Sunday
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Leonora Speyer</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Naturalist_On_A">215</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Summer
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Richard Burton</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Summer4">216</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Autumn
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Emily Dickinson</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Autumn">218</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Overtones
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>William Alexander Percy</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Overtones">218</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Carouse
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Charles Hanson Towne</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Carouse">219</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+A Song in Autumn
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Theodosia Garrison</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#A_Song_in_Autumn">219</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+An Autumn Garden
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#An_Autumn_Garden">220</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+September
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Sara Hamilton Birchall</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#September">223</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Days Like These
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Ella Elizabeth Egbert</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Days_Like_These">224</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Indian Summer
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Emily Dickinson</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Indian_Summer">225</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Deserted Pasture
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Deserted_Pasture">226</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Coming of Dawn
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Grace Atherton Dennen</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Coming_of_Dawn">227</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Alms in Autumn
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Rose Fyleman</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Alms_in_Autumn">228</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+November in England
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Thomas Hood</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#November_in_England">228</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Hound
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Babette Deutsch</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Hound">229</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="center" style="font-size: large; padding-top: 1em;" colspan="3">
+<i>Sky-Born Music</i>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Let Me Go Where’er I Will
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Ralph Waldo Emerson</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Let_Me_Go_Whereer_I">233</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Pippa’s Song
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Robert Browning</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Pippas_Song">233</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Whisper of Earth
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Edward J. O’Brien</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Whisper_Of_Earth">234</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Sunrise
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Edgar A. Guest</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Sunrise_2">234</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Prayer Before Poems
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Ann Blackwell Payne</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Prayer_Before_Poems">235</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+How Miracles Abound
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Clinton Scollard</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#How_Miracles_Abound">236</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Little Things
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Orrick Johns</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Little_Things">236</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Clouds and Sky
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Lancaster Pollard</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Clouds_and_Sky">237</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>William Wordsworth</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#My_Heart_Leaps_Up_When">238</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Marshes
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Sidney Lanier</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Marshes5">238</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Song
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>John Vance Cheney</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Song">239</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Out-of-Doors
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Ethel E. Mannin</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Out-of-Doors">239</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Whole Duty of Berkshire Brooks
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Grace Hazard Conkling</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Whole_Duty_of_Berkshire">240</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+A Word with A Skylark
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Sarah Piatt</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#A_Word_With_a_Skylark">241</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Perilous Light
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Eva Gore-Booth</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Perilous_Light">241</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Folly
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Vivian Yeiser Laramore</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Folly">243</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+One Blackbird
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Harold Monro</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#One_Blackbird">243</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+A Rune of Riches
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Florence Converse</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#A_Rune_of_Riches">244</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xviii">[Pg xviii]</span>The Picture
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Frederick O. Sylvester</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Picture">245</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+“Sic Vita”
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>William Stanley Braithwaite</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Sic_Vita">245</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+A Blackbird Suddenly
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Joseph Auslander</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#A_Blackbird_Suddenly">246</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Credo
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Vera Wheatley</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Credo">247</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Gospel of the Fields
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Arthur Upson</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Gospel_of_the_Fields">247</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Welcome
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Arthur Powell</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Welcome">248</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Angels of the Spring
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Robert Stephen Hawkes</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Angels_of_the_Spring">249</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+God’s World
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Edna St. Vincent Millay</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Gods_World">249</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Rain
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Kenneth Slade Alling</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Rain_1">250</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Lark
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Lizette Woodworth Reese</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Lark">250</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Farewell
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Harry Kemp</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Farewell_1">251</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Comfort of the Stars
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Richard Burton</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Comfort_of_the_Stars">251</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Last Hour
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Ethel Clifford</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Last_Hour">252</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Wasted Hours
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Medora Addison</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Wasted_Hours">253</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+God is at the Anvil
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Lew Sarett</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#God_is_at_the_Anvil">253</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="center" style="font-size: large; padding-top: 1em;" colspan="3">
+<i>The End of The Trail</i>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Hesperides
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Harry Kemp</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Hesperides">257</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Changeless
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Martha Haskell Clark</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Changeless">257</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Homesick
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Julia C. R. Dorr</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Homesick">258</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+If All the Skies
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Henry van Dyke</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#If_all_the_Skies">259</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+“Gratias Ago”
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Geoffrey Howard</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Gratias_Ago">260</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Song of Ballyshannon
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Jeanne Robert Foster</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Song_of_Ballyshannon">261</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+A Song of the Road
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Fred G. Bowles</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#A_Song_of_the_Road">263</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+After Sunset
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Grace Hazard Conkling</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#After_Sunset">263</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Wanderer
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Zoe Akins</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Wanderer">264</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Trumpet of the Dawn
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Clinton Scollard</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Trumpet_of_the_Dawn">265</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Shared
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Lucy Larcom</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Shared">265</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Up-Hill
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Christina Rossetti</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#Up-Hill">266</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+The Epitaph
+</td>
+<td class="tdl">
+<i>Katherine Tynan</i>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href="#The_Epitaph">267</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p class="pagenum-decorative pageno">
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+ <span class="pgnum-number" id="Page_xix">xix</span>
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Copyright_Acknowledgments">
+ <i>Copyright Acknowledgments</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<p>The editor expresses his keen appreciation to the many poets and
+their publishers, who have so generously coöperated in the preparation
+of this volume by granting permission to include copyright
+material.</p>
+
+<p>All rights to the poems are reserved by the legal holders of the
+copyrights.</p>
+
+<p>To D. Appleton &amp; Company for “Spring on the Off-Trail,” from
+<i>Songs of the Stalwart</i>, by Grantland Rice.</p>
+
+<p>To <i>The Atlantic Monthly</i>, for “Hill Hunger,” and “A Blackbird
+Suddenly,” by Joseph Auslander.</p>
+
+<p>To Richard A. Badger for “Traveller’s Joy,” “The Sea Wind,”
+“Countersign,” by Arthur Ketchum.</p>
+
+<p>To Barse &amp; Hopkins for “The Call of the Wild,” by Robert
+Service.</p>
+
+<p>To Alfred Bartlett, for “September,” “The Gipsy Wedding,”
+“Gipsy Song,” “Upon Us Vagabonds,” “Song of the Open,” “The
+Sojourner,” “A la Belle Étoile,” “A Conversation,” “Lavender for
+Old Loves,” by Sara Hamilton Birchall.</p>
+
+<p>To Ernest Benn, Limited, (London), for “The Blackbird,” “The
+Lilac,” by Humbert Wolfe.</p>
+
+<p>To Brentano’s, Inc., for “Behind the Closed Eye,” “Farewell,”
+“The Winds of Life,” “Blind,” “Tell All the World,” “The Going
+of His Feet,” by Harry Kemp.</p>
+
+<p>To Jonathan Cape, Limited, (London) for “Happy Wind,”
+“Dreams of the Sea,” by W. H. Davies.</p>
+
+<p>To The Century Company, for “The Immortal,” “As the Tide
+Comes in,” “The Runaway,” by Cale Young Rice.</p>
+
+<p>To <i>Christian Endeavor World</i> for “Changeless,” by Martha
+Haskell Clark.</p>
+
+<p>To <i>The Churchman</i>, for “Traveller’s Joy,” and “Sea Wind,” by
+Arthur Ketchum.</p>
+
+<p>To <i>Cincinnati Times-Star</i>, for “April Morning,” by George
+Elliston.</p>
+
+<p>To <i>Contemporary Verse</i>, for “Wasted Hours,” by Medora
+Addison; “Walking at Night,” by Amory Hare; “Rain,” by Kenneth
+Slade Alling; “Sea Longing,” by Harold Vinal; “Two Old Men,”
+by Louise Driscoll.</p>
+
+<p>To the Cornhill Publishing Company, for “The House of the
+Trees,” by Ethelwyn Wetherald.</p>
+
+<p>To <i>Country Life</i> (London) for “Dawn,” by Isabel Butchart.</p>
+
+<p>To Dodd, Mead &amp; Company, for “The Sea,” by Nora Hopper;
+“I Meant to Do My Work Today,” by Richard Le Gallienne;
+“Walking at Night,” by Amory Hare.</p>
+
+<p>To George H. Doran Company, for “Traveller’s Rest,” from
+<i>Sailor Town</i> by C. Fox-Smith, copyright 1919, by George Doran
+Company, publishers; “Carouse,” “The Best Road of All,” “Renewal,”
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xx">[Pg xx]</span>from <i>World of Windows</i> by Charles Hanson Towne.</p>
+
+<p>To Dorrance &amp; Company for “Deep-Water Men,” “Deep Down,”
+from <i>Songs of Men</i>, by James Stuart Montgomery.</p>
+
+<p>To E. P. Dutton &amp; Company for “The Dandelions,” by Helen
+Gray Cone; “The Naturalist on a June Sunday,” “ABC’s in
+Green,” by Leonora Speyer.</p>
+
+<p>To Federal National Bank, Boston, for “The Cry of the
+Dreamer,” by John Boyle O’Reilly.</p>
+
+<p>To Forbes &amp; Company for “Far From the Madding Crowd,” by
+Nixon Waterman.</p>
+
+<p>To <i>Good Housekeeping</i> for “The Sea Road,” and “Sea Song,” by
+Martha Haskell Clark.</p>
+
+<p>To Harcourt, Brace &amp; Company, Inc. for “Sea Call” from <i>Cross
+Currents</i> by Margaret Widdemer, copyright 1921, by Harcourt,
+Brace &amp; Company, Inc.</p>
+
+<p>To Harper Bros. for “Afternoon on a Hill,” “God’s World,”
+“Journey,” by Edna St. Vincent Millay.</p>
+
+<p>To Hodder &amp; Stoughton, Limited, (London), for “Credo,” by
+Vera Wheatley.</p>
+
+<p>To Henry Holt &amp; Company for “Wind Litany,” by Margaret
+Widdemer; “God Is At His Anvil,” by Lew Sarett; “The Whole
+Duty of Berkshire Brooks,” “After Sunset,” by Grace Hazard Conkling.</p>
+
+<p>To Houghton Mifflin Company for “A Strip of Blue” and “Is
+It Raining, Little Flower,” by Lucy Larcom; “The Singer’s Quest”
+by Odell Shepard; “Rhodora,” “Flower Chairs,” “Let Me Go
+Where’er I Will,” by Ralph Waldo Emerson.</p>
+
+<p>To B. W. Huebsch, Inc., for “On the Hill,” by Irene Rutherford
+McLeod.</p>
+
+<p>To Mitchell Kennerly for “The Wanderer,” by Zoe Atkins.</p>
+
+<p>To Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. for “Little Things,” by Orrick Johns;
+“The Early Gods,” by Witter Bynner.</p>
+
+<p>To J. L. Lippincott Company, for “April Rain,” by Robert
+Loveman.</p>
+
+<p>To Little, Brown &amp; Company, for “Autumn,” “The Robin,”
+“April,” “Indian Summer,” by Emily Dickinson.</p>
+
+<p>To Longmans, Green &amp; Co. (London) for “A Word With a
+Skylark,” by Sarah Piatt.</p>
+
+<p>To Lothrop, Lee &amp; Shepard Co. for “May-Lure,” “Dumb in June,”
+“Comfort of the Stars,” and “Song of the Sea,” by Richard Burton.</p>
+
+<p>To <i>The Lyric West</i> for “The Coming of Dawn,” by Grace C.
+Dennen.</p>
+
+<p>To The Macmillan Company for “Grace for Gardens,” by
+Louise Driscoll; “Sea-Fever,” “A Wanderer’s Song,” by John Masefield;
+“Up a Hill and a Hill,” “Gipsy Feet,” by Fannie Stearns
+Davis; “The Sweet, Low Speech of the Rain,” by Ella Higginson.</p>
+
+<p>To Macmillan &amp; Co. Ltd. (London) for “My Garden,” by T. E.
+Brown.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_xxi">[Pg xxi]</span></p>
+
+<p>To McClelland &amp; Stewart, Toronto, Limited, for “Wanderlust,”
+by Isabel Mackay.</p>
+
+<p>To Thomas B. Mosher for “Birds of the Air They Sing it,” and
+“The Charm is Working Now,” by John Vance Cheney, “The
+Undersong,” by Fiona Macleod, “The Lark” and “April Weather,”
+by Lizette Woodworth Reese.</p>
+
+<p>To L. C. Page &amp; Company for “Gray Rocks and Grayer Sea,”
+“Afoot,” by Charles G. D. Roberts.</p>
+
+<p>To <i>Poetry</i> for “Early Morn at Barges,” by Hermann Hagedorn;
+“Ellis Park,” by Helen Hoyt.</p>
+
+<p>To G. P. Putnam’s Sons, for “The Country Faith,” “Spring,”
+“All the Lanes are Lyric,” from <i>The Country Muse</i> by Norman
+Gale; “April,” “The Gipsying,” “The Green Inn,” “A Song of
+Autumn,” “A City Voice,” “The Poplars,” “The Hills,” “A Morning,”
+by Theodosia Garrison.</p>
+
+<p>To Reilly &amp; Lee Co., for “The Call,” “God Made This Day For
+Me,” “Fishing,” “City Weary,” “The Vagabond,” by Edgar A.
+Guest.</p>
+
+<p>To <i>The Roycroft Magazine</i> for “The Road that Leads to Home,”
+by Ethel E. Mannin.</p>
+
+<p>To Charles Scribner’s Sons for “The Road That Leads to Nowhere,”
+by Corrinne Roosevelt Robinson; “Homesick,” by Julia
+C. R. Dorr; “The Wind,” by John Galsworthy; “The Trees and
+the Master” and “Marshes of Glynn” (Extract), by Sidney Lanier;
+“Trees,” “Of All the Skies,” by Henry van Dyke.</p>
+
+<p>To Sidgwick &amp; Jackson, Ltd. (London), for “Farewell,” “The
+Turn of the Year,” and “The Epitaph,” by Katherine Tynan;
+“Wanderthirst,” by Gerald Gould.</p>
+
+<p>To Small, Maynard &amp; Co., for “The Whisper of Earth,” by
+Edward J. O’Brien; “Clover,” by John B. Tabb; “Camping Song,”
+“Trees,” “April Weather,” “An Autumn Garden,” “The Cry of
+the Hillborn,” “Daisies,” “The Joys of the Road,” “A Vagabond’s
+Song,” “Spring Song,” “Marigolds,” “A More Ancient Mariner,”
+“The Mendicants,” “A Song of the Sea,” “St. Bartholomew’s on
+the Hill,” “The Deserted Pasture,” by Bliss Carman; “Comrades”
+(Extracts), “Spring” (Extracts), “The Faun,” “Short Beach,”
+“Hunting Song,” “Seaward” (Extracts), by Richard Hovey.</p>
+
+<p>To the <i>Boston Evening Transcript</i> for “Prayer Before Poems,”
+by Anne Blackwell Payne.</p>
+
+<p>To <i>The Christian Century</i> for “Spring’s Answer,” by Edwin
+Osgood Grover.</p>
+
+<p>To <i>Country Life in America</i> for “Down East and Up Along,”
+by Edwin Osgood Grover.</p>
+
+<p>To <i>The Chicago Tribune</i> for “Sea Magic.”</p>
+
+<p>To Yale University Press, for “Overtones,” from <i>In April Once</i>,
+by William Alexander Percy; and “Good Company,” from <i>Blue
+Smoke</i> by Karle Wilson Baker.</p>
+
+<p>To Jonathan Cape, Ltd. for “Happy Wind” and “Dreams of
+the Sea,” by W. H. Davies.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_xxii">[Pg xxii]</span></p>
+
+<p>The following individuals have also given their permission for
+the use of copyright material, and the editor’s thanks are due them
+personally.</p>
+
+<p>To Joseph Auslander for “Hill-Hunger,” “A Blackbird Suddenly.”</p>
+
+<p>To Kendall Banning for “Wander-Lure.”</p>
+
+<p>To Katherine Lee Bates for “Gipsy-Heart.”</p>
+
+<p>To C. G. Blanden for “A Song the Grass Sings.”</p>
+
+<p>To William Stanley Braithwaite for “Sic Vita” from <i>The House
+Of Falling Leaves</i>.</p>
+
+<p>To Dana Burnet for “The Road to Vagabondia.”</p>
+
+<p>To Richard Burton for “May-Lure,” “Dumb in June,” (Extracts)
+“Comfort of the Stars,” “Song of the Sea.”</p>
+
+<p>To Witter Bynner for “The Early Gods” and “A Phœbe Bird.”</p>
+
+<p>To Stephen Chalmers for “The Tree-Top Road.”</p>
+
+<p>To Eugene F. Clark for “The Sea Road,” “Changeless,” “Black
+Ashes,” “Sea Song,” by Martha Haskell Clark.</p>
+
+<p>To Mary Carolyn Davies for “Comrades of the Trail.”</p>
+
+<p>To Babette Deutsch for “The Hound.”</p>
+
+<p>To Louise Driscoll, for “The Spring Market” and “Two Old
+Men.”</p>
+
+<p>To Ella Elizabeth Egbert for “Days Like These.”</p>
+
+<p>To George Elliston for “April Morning.”</p>
+
+<p>To Jeanne Robert Foster for “Song of Ballyshannon.”</p>
+
+<p>To Hamlin Garland for “The Toil of the Trail,” “Do You Fear
+the Wind?”</p>
+
+<p>To Charlotte Perkins Gilman for “Tree-Feelings.”</p>
+
+<p>To Eva Gore-Booth, “The Perilous Light,” from manuscript;
+“The Waves of Breffny.”</p>
+
+<p>To Gerald Gould for “Wanderthirst.”</p>
+
+<p>To Arthur Guiterman for “The Hills” from <i>The Mirthful Lyre</i>.</p>
+
+<p>To Hermann Hagedorn, for “Early Morning at Bargis.”</p>
+
+<p>To Ella Higginson for “The Sweet Low Speech of the Rain.”</p>
+
+<p>To Julian Hovey for “Seaward,” (Extracts) by Richard Hovey.</p>
+
+<p>To Arthur Ketchum for “The Sea-Wind,” “Traveller’s Joy.”</p>
+
+<p>To Leslie Nelson Jennings for “Highways.”</p>
+
+<p>To Orrick Johns, for “Little Things.”</p>
+
+<p>To Ruth Kauffman for “Vagabond.”</p>
+
+<p>To Theda Kenyon for “In the Garden.”</p>
+
+<p>To Georgiana Goddard King for “Song.”</p>
+
+<p>To Louis Loveman for “April Rain” by Robert Loveman.</p>
+
+<p>To Ethel E. Mannin for “Ship-Love,” “The Road that Leads
+to Home,” “The Secret Voices,” “Out-of-Doors.”</p>
+
+<p>To Edwin Markham for “A Prayer.”</p>
+
+<p>To John Steven McGroarty for “The Port o’ Heart’s Desire” and
+“The King’s Highway.”</p>
+
+<p>To Edward J. O’Brien for “The Whisper of Earth.”</p>
+
+<p>To Lancaster Pollard for “Denial,” “Morning Song,” “April’s
+Coming,” “Clouds and Sky.”</p>
+
+<p>To Lizette Woodworth Reese for “The Lark.”</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_xxiii">[Pg xxiii]</span></p>
+
+<p>To Cole Young Rice for “As the Tide Comes In,” “The Mystic,”
+“The Runaway,” “The Immortal.”</p>
+
+<p>To Jessie B. Rittenhouse for “The Green Tree in the Fall.”</p>
+
+<p>To Clinton Scollard for “Streams,” “Sunflowers,” “April Music,”
+“Song in March,” “The Trumpet of the Dawn.”</p>
+
+<p>To May Riley Smith for “Sorrow in a Garden,” “The Tree-Top
+Road.”</p>
+
+<p>To Leonora Speyer for “A B C’s in Green,” and “The Naturalist
+on a June Sunday.”</p>
+
+<p>To W. G. Tinckom-Fernandez for “Road Song,” “The Beloved
+Vagabond.”</p>
+
+<p>To Charles Hanson Towne for “Carouse,” “The Best Road of
+All,” “Renewal.”</p>
+
+<p>To Katherine Tynan for “Farewell,” “The Turn of the Year”
+and “The Epitaph.”</p>
+
+<p>To Vera Wheatley for “Credo.”</p>
+
+<p>To Humbert Wolfe for “The Lilac,” “The Blackbird.”</p>
+
+<p>To William Watson for “April, April.”</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</span></p>
+
+
+ <p class="ph2 ep4" id="The_Lure_of_the_Road">
+ <i>The Lure of the Road</i>
+ </p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</span></p>
+<p class="ep4" style="margin: auto; width: 80%;">
+ <i>I, too, have heard the insistent call of bird and wind and sun;</i><br>
+ <i>I, too, have heard the little brooks low calling as they run;</i><br>
+ <i>I, too, have heard the summons far, of sea gulls in the rain&#8288;—</i><br>
+ <i>And lo, my heart is home once more, here on the coast of Maine.</i>
+</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ E. O. G.
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p class="pagenum-decorative pageno">
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+ <span class="pgnum-number" id="Page_3">3</span>
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_Wanderers_Song">
+ <i>A Wanderer’s Song</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">A</span> <span class="upper-case">wind’s</span> in the heart of me, a fire’s in my heels,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I am tired of brick and stone and rumbling wagon-wheels;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I hunger for the sea’s edge, the limits of the land,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where the wild old Atlantic is shouting on the sand.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, I’ll be going, leaving the noises of the street,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To where a lifting foresail-foot is yanking at the sheet;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To a windy, tossing anchorage where yawls and ketches ride,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, I’ll be going, going, until I meet the tide.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And first I’ll hear the sea-wind, the mewing of the gulls,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The clucking, sucking of the sea about the rusty hulls,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The songs at the capstan in the hooker warping out,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And then the heart of me’ll know I’m there or thereabout.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, I’m tired of brick and stone, the heart of me is sick,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For windy green, unquiet sea, the realm of Moby Dick;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I’ll be going, going, from the roaring of the wheels,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For a wind’s in the heart of me, a fire’s in my heels.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>John Masefield</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Singers_Quest">
+ <i>The Singer’s Quest</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.3em;">I</span><span class="upper-case">’ve</span> been wandering, listening for a song,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Dreaming of a melody, all my life long....</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The lilting tune that God sang to rock the tides asleep,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And crooned above the cradled stars before they learned to creep.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, there was laughter in it and many a merry chime,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Before He had turned moralist, grown old before His time,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And He was happy, trolling out His great blithe-hearted tune,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Before He slung the little earth beneath the sun and moon.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">But I know that somewhere that song is rolling on,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Like flutes along the midnight, like trumpets in the dawn;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It throbs across the sunset and stirs the poplar tree</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And rumbles in the long low thunder of the sea.</div>
+ </div>
+<hr class="tb">
+
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">First-love sang me one note and heart-break taught me two,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A child has told me three notes, and soon I’ll know it through;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And when I stand before the Throne I’ll hum it low and sly,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Watching for a great light of welcome in His eye, ...</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">“Put a white raiment on him and a harp into his hand,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And golden sandals on his feet and tell the saints to stand</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A little farther off unless they wish to hear the truth,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For this blessed lucky sinner is going to sing about my youth!”</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Odell Shepard</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Toil_of_the_Trail">
+ <i>The Toil of the Trail</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">W</span><span class="upper-case">hat</span> have I gained by the toil of the trail?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I know and know well.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have found once again the lore I had lost</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the loud city’s hell.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have broadened my hand to the cinch and the axe,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have laid my flesh to the rain;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I was hunter and trailer and guide;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have touched the most primitive wildness again.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have threaded the wild with the stealth of the deer,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No eagle is freer than I;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No mountain can thwart me, no torrent appall,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I defy the stern sky.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">So long as I live these joys will remain,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have touched the most primitive wildness again.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Hamlin Garland</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Two_Old_Men">
+ <i>Two Old Men</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<blockquote>
+<p><i>Sit-by-the-Fire</i>:</p>
+</blockquote>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Men travel far and far away</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To come home on a happy day;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And even they whom the roads call</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Who never know a home at all,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">They dream, I think, of roads that end</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">At four walls with a fire and friend!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<blockquote>
+<p><i>Foot-loose</i>:</p>
+</blockquote>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I’ve never seen a hill but I</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Have dreamed a hill behind it,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Nor ever watched a falling star</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Without the hope I’d find it,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And all the islands of the sea</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Have known my name and called to me!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<blockquote>
+<p><i>Sit-by-the-Fire</i>:</p>
+</blockquote>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have planted apple trees</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And eaten at my pleasure,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">My house is full of memories</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For an old man to treasure.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">This I have and that I have,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And you may see them standing,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Silver in the dining room,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">An old clock on the landing!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</span></p>
+
+<blockquote>
+<p><i>Foot-loose</i>:</p>
+</blockquote>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have neither house nor tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Nor heirs alert and knowing,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The four roads of eternity</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Are ways I would be going.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Vagabonding in the skies</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I will not ask for Paradise!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Louise Driscoll</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Best_Road_of_All">
+ <i>The Best Road of All</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.5em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">like</span> a road that leads away to prospects white and fair,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A road that is an ordered road, like a nun’s evening prayer;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But best of all I love a road that leads to God knows where.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">You come upon it suddenly—you cannot seek it out;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It’s like a secret still unheard and never noised about;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But when you see it, gone at once is every lurking doubt.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">It winds beside some rushing stream where aspens lightly quiver;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It follows many a broken field by many a shining river;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It seems to lead you on and on, forever and forever!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">You tramp along its dusty way beneath the shadowy trees,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And hear beside you chattering birds or happy booming bees,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And all around you golden sounds, the green leaves’ litanies.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And here’s a hedge and there’s a cot; and then, strange, sudden turns&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A dip, a rise, a little glimpse where the red sunset burns;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A bit of sky at evening time, the scent of hidden ferns.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">A winding road, a loitering road, the finger mark of God,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Traced when the Maker of the world leaned over ways untrod.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">See! Here He smiled His glowing smile, and lo, the goldenrod!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I like a road that wanders straight; the King’s highway is fair,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And lovely are the sheltered lanes that take you here and there;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But best of all I love a road that leads to God knows where.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Charles Hanson Towne</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Cry_of_the_Dreamer">
+ <i>The Cry of the Dreamer</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.5em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">am</span> tired of planning and toiling</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In the crowded hives of men,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Heart-weary of building and spoiling,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And spoiling and building again,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I long for the dear old river,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Where I dreamed my youth away;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For a dreamer lives forever,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And a toiler dies in a day.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I am sick of the showy seeming,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Of life that is half a lie;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of the faces lined with scheming</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In the throng that hurries by;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">From the sleepless thought’s endeavor</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I would go where the children play;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For a dreamer lives forever,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And a thinker dies in a day.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I can feel no pride, but pity,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">For the burdens the rich endure;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There is nothing sweet in the city</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">But the patient lives of the poor.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, the little hands too skillful,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the child-mind choked with weeds!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The daughter’s heart grown willful</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the father’s heart that bleeds!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">No! No! from the streets’ rude bustle,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">From trophies of mart and stage,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I would fly to the wood’s low rustle</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the meadows’ kindly page.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Let me dream as of old by the river,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And be loved for my dreams alway;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For a dreamer lives forever,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And a toiler dies in a day.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>John Boyle O’Reilly</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Highways">
+ <i>Highways</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">W</span><span class="upper-case">ho’s</span> learned the lure of trodden ways,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And walked them up and down,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">May love a steeple in a mist,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">But cannot love a town.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Who’s worn a bit of purple once</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Can never, never lie</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">All smothered in a little box</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">When stars are in the sky.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Who’s sipped old port in Venice glass</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">May thirst for better brew—He’s</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</span> <div class="verse indent0">drunk an amber wine of sun</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And wet his mouth with dew!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Who’s ground the grist of trodden ways&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The gray dust and the brown&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">May love red tiling two miles off&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">But cannot love a town.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Leslie Nelson Jennings</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Afoot_and_Light-Hearted">
+ <i>Afoot and Light-Hearted</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">A</span><span class="upper-case">foot</span> and light-hearted, I take to the open road,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Healthy, free, the world before me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Henceforth I ask not good-fortune—I myself am good-fortune;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Strong and content I travel the open road.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Walt Whitman</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Path_That_Leads_To_Nowhere">
+ <i>The Path that Leads to Nowhere</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">here’s</span> a path that leads to Nowhere</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In a meadow that I know,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where an inland island rises</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the stream is still and slow;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There it wanders under willows</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And beneath the silver green</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Of the birches’ silent shadows</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Where the early violets lean.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Other pathways lead to Somewhere,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">But the one I love so well</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Had no end and no beginning&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Just the beauty of the dell,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Just the windflowers and the lilies</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Yellow striped as adder’s tongue,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Seem to satisfy my pathway</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">As it winds their sweets among.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">There I go to meet the Springtime,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">When the meadow is aglow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Marigolds amid the marshes,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the stream is still and slow.&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There I find my fair oasis,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And with care-free feet I tread</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For the pathway leads to Nowhere,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the blue is overhead!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">All the ways that lead to Somewhere</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Echo with the hurrying feet</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of the Struggling and the Striving,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">But the way I find so sweet</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Bids me dream and bids me linger,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Joy and Beauty are its goal,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On the path that leads to Nowhere</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I have sometimes found my soul!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Corinne Roosevelt Robinson</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="City-Weary">
+ <i>City-Weary</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">C</span><span class="upper-case">ome</span>, let’s get out of here! Out of the din of it,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Out of the bickering, out of the sin of it,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Out of the smoke of it, out of the noise of it,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Out of the pitiful, lean, leering joys of it.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent14">Come on, let’s go</div>
+ <div class="verse indent14">To a hilltop I know,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent14">Where the air is washed clean,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent14">And the trees are a-gleam</div>
+ <div class="verse indent14">With the gold of the sun,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent14">And there’s naught to be done</div>
+ <div class="verse indent14">Save to lie there and look</div>
+ <div class="verse indent14">At life’s beauties and dream.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Come, let’s get out of here! Out of the stress of it,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Out of the paint and the powder and dress of it,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Out of the cry at the loss or the gain of it,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Out of the hurt and the grief and the pain of it.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent14">Let’s slip away</div>
+ <div class="verse indent14">To the fields for a day,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent14">Where there is nothing</div>
+ <div class="verse indent14">On counters and shelves,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent14">Nothing to strive for,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent14">To work or contrive for,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent14">Let’s leave the city</div>
+ <div class="verse indent14">And just be ourselves.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Come, let’s get out of here! Out of the crush of it,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Out of the bedlam and out of the rush of it,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Out of the sham of it, out of the heat of it,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent14">Out of the withering, scornful conceit of it.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent14">Come on! Let’s go</div>
+ <div class="verse indent14">Where the clean breezes blow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent14">Out where the splendors</div>
+ <div class="verse indent14">Are all that they seem;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent14">Let’s merely walk awhile,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent14">Ponder and talk awhile,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent14">Giving our souls</div>
+ <div class="verse indent14">The full sweep of a dream.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Edgar A. Guest</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Faun">
+ <i>The Faun</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.5em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">will</span> go out to grass with that old King,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For I am weary of clothes and cooks.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I long to paddle with the throats of brooks,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To lie down with the clover</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Tickling me all over,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And watch the boughs above me sway and swing.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Come, I will pluck off custom’s livery,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Nor longer be a lackey to old Time.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Time shall serve me, and at my feet shall fling</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The spoil of listless minutes. I shall climb</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The wild trees for my food, and run</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Through dale and upland as a fox runs free,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Laugh for cool joy and sleep i’ the warm sun,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And men will call me mad, like that old King.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">For I am woodland-nurtur’d, and have made</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Dryads my bedfellows,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I have played</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With the sleek Naiads in the splash of pools</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And made a mock of gowned and trousered fools.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I am half Faun now, and my heart goes</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Out to the forest and the crack of twigs,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The drip of wet leaves, and the low soft laughter</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of brooks that chuckle o’er old mossy jests</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And say them over to themselves, the nests</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of squirrels, and the holes the chipmunk digs,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where through the branches the slant rays</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Dapple with sunlight the leaf-matted ground,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And th’ wind comes with blown vesture rustling after,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And through the woven lattice of crisp sound</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A bird’s song lightens like a maiden’s face.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, goodly damp smell of the ground!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, rough sweet bark of the trees!</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Oh, clear sharp cracklings of sound!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, life that’s a-thrill and a-bound</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With the vigor of boyhood and morning and the noontide’s rapture of ease!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Was there ever a weary heart in the world?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A lag in the body’s urge, or a flag of the spirit’s wing?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Did a man’s heart ever break</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For a lost hope’s sake?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For here there is lilt in the quiet and calm in the quiver of things.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ay, this old oak, gray-grown and knurled,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Solemn and sturdy and big,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Is as young of heart, as alert and elate in his rest,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As the oriole there that clings to the tip of the twig</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And scolds at the wind that it buffets too rudely his nest.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Richard Hovey</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Call_of_the_Wild1">
+ <i>The Call of the Wild</i>&#x2060;<a id="FNanchor_1_1" href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">H</span><span class="upper-case">ave</span> you gazed on naked grandeur where there’s nothing else to gaze on,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Set pieces and drop-curtain scenes galore,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Big mountains heaved to heaven, which the blinding sunsets blazon,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Black canyons where the rapids rip and roar?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Have you swept the visioned valley with the green stream streaking through it,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Searched the Vastness for a something you have lost?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Have you strung your soul to silence? Then for God’s sake go and do it;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Hear the challenge, learn the lesson, pay the cost.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Have you wandered in the wilderness, the sage-brush desolation,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The bunch-grass levels where the cattle graze?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Have you whistled bits of rag-time at the end of all creation,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And learned to know the desert’s little ways?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Have you camped upon the foothills, have you galloped o’er the ranges,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Have you roamed the arid sun-lands through and through?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Have you chummed up with the mesa? Do you know its moods and changes?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Then listen to the wild—it’s calling you.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Have you known the Great White Silence, not a snow-gemmed twig aquiver?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">(Eternal truths that shame our soothing lies.)</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Have you broken trail on snowshoes? mushed your huskies up the river,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Dared the unknown, led the way, and clutched the prize?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Have you marked the map’s void spaces, mingled with the mongrel races,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Felt the savage strength of brute in every thew?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And though grim as hell the worst is, can you round it off with curses?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Then hearken to the Wild—it’s wanting you.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Have you suffered, starved and triumphed, grovelled down, yet grasped at glory,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Grown bigger in the bigness of the whole?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">“Done things” just for the doing, letting babblers tell the story,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Seeing through the nice veneer the naked soul?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Have you seen God in His splendors, heard the text that nature renders?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">(You’ll never hear it in the family pew.)</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</span> <div class="verse indent0">The simple things, the true things, the silent men who do things&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Then listen to the Wild,—it’s calling you.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">They have cradled you in custom, they have primed you with their preaching,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">They have soaked you in convention through and through;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">They have put you in a showcase; you’re a credit to their teaching&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">But can’t you hear the Wild?—it’s calling you.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Let us probe the silent places, let us seek what luck betide us;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Let us journey to a lonely land I know.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There’s a whisper on the night-wind, there’s a star agleam to guide us,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the Wild is calling, calling ... let us go.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Robert W. Service</i>
+</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_1_1" href="#FNanchor_1_1" class="label">[1]</a> From “The Spell of the Yukon and Other Verses” by Robert W.
+Service. Copyright by Barse &amp; Hopkins, Newark, N. J.</p></div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_City_Voice">
+ <i>A City Voice</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.7em;">O</span><span class="upper-case">utside</span> here in the city the burning pavements lie,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There’s heat and grime and blown black dust to help the day go by,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">There’s the groaning of the city like a goaded, beaten beast;&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I know a place where God’s great trees go up to meet His sky&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Like an army green with banners, and a happy wind released,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Goes swinging like a merry child among the branches high.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Outside here in the city there’s a poison in the air—The</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</span> <div class="verse indent0">fevered, heavy hand o’ heat that smites and may not spare;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">There’s little comfort in the night—there’s torment in the day;&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I know a place where cool and deep the quiet lake lies bare,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">All day about its shaded brink the wild birds dart and play,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And willows dip their finger-tips like dainty ladies there.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, the heart of me is hungering for my own, own place!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I’m tortured with the slaying heat, the dizzy headrace.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Oh, for the soft, cold touch of grass about my tired feet,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The breath of pine and cedar blown against my weary face,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The lip-lap of the water like a little song and sweet,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And God’s green trees and God’s blue skies above me for a space.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Theodosia Garrison</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Fishing">
+ <i>Fishing</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.7em;">A</span> <span class="upper-case">day</span> to dream</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Along a stream,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The song of birds</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Instead of words,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And pictures rare</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Flung everywhere.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Instead of smoke</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To blind and choke,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">An atmosphere</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That’s sweet and clear,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The trees instead</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of chimneys red.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">A patch of sky</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To rest the eye;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Instead of noise,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A thousand joys;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Instead of greed,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A kindlier creed.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">A day to dream</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Along the stream,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To think and plan,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Restores a man,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And this he knows</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Who fishing goes.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Edgar A. Guest</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Camping_Song">
+ <i>Camping Song</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">H</span><span class="upper-case">as</span> your dinner lost its savor?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Has your greeting lost its cheer?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Is your daily stunt a burden?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Is your laughter half a sneer?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There’s a medicine to cure you,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">There’s a way to lift your load,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With a horse and a saddle and a mile of open road.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Is your eyeball growing bilious?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Is your temper getting short?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Is this life a blind delusion,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Or a grim, unlovely sport?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There’s a world of health and beauty,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">There’s a help that cannot fail,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In a day behind the burros</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">On a dusty mountain trail.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Come out, old man, we’re going</div>
+ <div class="verse indent3">To a land that’s free and large,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where the rainless skies are resting</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">On a snowy mountain marge.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When we camp in God’s own country,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">You will find yourself again,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With a fire and a blanket and the stars upon the plain!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Green_Inn">
+ <i>The Green Inn</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> roof is high and arched and blue,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The floor is spread with pine;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On my four walls the sunlight falls</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In golden flecks and fine;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And swift and fleet on noiseless feet</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The Four Winds bring me wine.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Here none may mock an empty purse</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Or ragged coat and poor,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But Silence waits within the gates,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And Peace beside the door;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The weary guest is welcomest,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The richest pays no score.</div>
+ </div>
+<hr class="tb">
+
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, you who in the House of Strife</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Quarrel and game and sin,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Come out and see what cheer may be</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">For starveling souls and thin</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Who come at last from drought and fast</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To sit in God’s Green Inn.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Theodosia Garrison</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Wanderlust">
+ <i>Wanderlust</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> highways and the byways, the kind sky folding all,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And never a care to drag me back and never a voice to call;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Only the call of the long white road to the far horizon’s wall.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The glad seas and the mad seas, the seas on a night of June,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And never a hand to beckon back from the path of the new-lit moon;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Never a night that lasts too long or a dawn that breaks too soon!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The shrill breeze and the hill breeze, the sea breeze fierce and bold,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And never a breeze that gives the lie to a tale that a breeze has told;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Always the tale of the strange and new in the countries strange and old.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Isabel Ecclestone Mackay</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Song2">
+ <i>Song</i>&#x2060;<a id="FNanchor_2_2" href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.5em;">S</span><span class="upper-case">omething</span> calls and whispers, along the city street,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Through shrill cries of children and soft stir of feet,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And makes my blood to quicken and makes my flesh to pine.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The mountains are calling; the winds wake the pine.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Past the quivering poplars that tell of water near</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The long road is sleeping, the white road is clear.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Yet scent and touch can summon, afar from brook and tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The deep boom of surges, the gray waste of sea.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Sweet to dream and linger, in windless orchard close,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On bright brows of ladies to garland the rose,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But all the time are glowing, beyond this little world,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The still light of planets and the star-swarms whirled.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Georgiana Goddard King</i>
+</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_2_2" href="#FNanchor_2_2" class="label">[2]</a> From “The Way of Perfect Love.”</p></div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="In_City_Streets">
+ <i>In City Streets</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">Y</span><span class="upper-case">onder</span> in the heather there’s a bed for sleeping,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Drink for one athirst, ripe blackberries to eat;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Yonder in the sun the merry hares go leaping,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the pool is clear for travel-wearied feet.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Sorely throb my feet, a-tramping London highways,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">(Ah! the springy moss upon a northern moor!)</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Through the endless streets, the gloomy squares and byways,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Homeless in the City, poor among the poor!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">London streets are gold—ah, give me leaves a-glinting</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">’Midst grey dykes and hedges in the autumn sun!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">London water’s wine, poured out for all unstinting&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">God! For the little brooks that tumble as they run!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, my heart is fain to hear the soft wind blowing,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Soughing through the fir-tops up on northern fells!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, my eye’s an ache to see the brown burns flowing</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Through the peaty soil and tinkling heatherbells.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Ada Smith</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Up_Up_My_Friend">
+ “<i>Up! Up! My Friend,
+ and Quit Your Books</i>”
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">U</span><span class="upper-case">p!</span> up! my Friend, and quit your books;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or surely you’ll grow double:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Why all this toil and trouble?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The sun, above the mountain’s head,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A freshening lustre mellow</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Through all the long green fields has spread,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">His first sweet evening yellow.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Books! ’tis a dull and endless strife:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Come, hear the woodland linnet,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">How sweet his music! on my life,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There’s more of wisdom in it.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And hark! how blithe the throstle sings,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">He, too, is no mean preacher:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Come forth into the light of things,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Let Nature be your Teacher.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">She has a world of ready wealth,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Our minds and hearts to bless&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Truth breathed by cheerfulness.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">One impulse from a vernal wood</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">May teach you more of man,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of moral evil and of good,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Than all the sages can.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Our meddling intellect</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Misshapes the beauteous forms of things:&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We murder to dissect.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Enough of Science and of Art;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Close up these barren leaves;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Come forth, and bring with you a heart</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That watches and receives.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>William Wordsworth</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Road_Song">
+ <i>Road Song</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.3em;">I</span><span class="upper-case">t’s</span> home for me and a snug roof-tree</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When frosts hold the earth in thrall,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But it’s hey, I say, for the broad highway,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When the young year’s voices call.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">’Tis then I would be rolling off,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A-bowling off, a-strolling off&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">An errant leaf bound whitherward</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The wind of fancy wills;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">’Tis then I would be going off,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A-whirling off, a-blowing off</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Along the road that leads away</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Beyond the purple hills.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">’Twas hearth and home when the sky’s gray dome</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Hung low and the north wind skirled;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Now it’s hey for the reel of the out-bound keel,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And it’s ho for the great round world.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">’Tis now I would be roving off</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A-shoving off, a-moving off</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To where the far horizon shows</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Mysterious and dim;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It’s time that I was shipping off</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</span> <div class="verse indent0">A-rising and a-dipping off</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To strange and unknown ports that lie</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Below the round world’s rim.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, some were made for peaceful shade</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of their vine and their own fig tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But marked of fate with the gipsy trait,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It’s the open road for me.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And so I would be pushing on,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A-trekking on, a-mushing on,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And leave the old well-trodden trails</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Long merry miles behind.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">’Tis joyful I’d go swinging off,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A-whooping and a-singing off,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As goal-less as a vagrant crow</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A-winging down the wind.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>James Stuart Montgomery</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Walking_at_Night">
+ <i>Walking at Night</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">M</span><span class="upper-case">y</span> face is wet with the rain</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But my heart is warm to the core,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For I follow at will again</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The road that I loved of yore;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the dim trees beat the dark,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the swelling ditches moan,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But my heart is a singing, soaring lark</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For I travel the road alone.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Alone in the living night</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Away from the babble of tongues;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Alone with the old delight</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of the night wind in my lungs;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the wet air on my cheeks</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And the warm blood in my veins,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Alone with the joy he knows who seeks</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The thresh of the young spring rains,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With the smell of the pelted earth,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The tearful drip of the trees,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Making him dream of the sound of mirth</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That comes with the clearing breeze.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">’Tis a rare and wondrous sight</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To tramp the wet awhile</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And watch the slow delight</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of the sun’s first pallid smile,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And hear the meadows breathe again</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And see the far woods turn green,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Drunk with the glory of wind and rain</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the sun’s warm smile between!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have made me a vagrant song,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For my heart is warm to the core,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I’m glad, oh, glad that the night is long</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For I travel the road once more.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the dim trees beat the dark</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the swelling ditches moan,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With the joy of the singing, soaring lark</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I travel the road, alone!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Amory Hare</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Road_Song_1">
+ <i>Road Song</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">G</span><span class="upper-case">ive</span> me the clear blue sky overhead, and the long road to my feet,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the winds of heaven to winnow me through, and a brother tramp to greet,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With an Inn at the end of day for rest, and the world may keep its bays&#8288;—</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</span> <div class="verse indent0">For these are the gifts of the wayside gods, and the gifts that I would praise.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Come from the murk of your city streets to the tent of all the world,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When your final word on Art is said, and your flag of Faith is furled,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When your heart no longer gives a throb at the first faint breath of Spring&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ah, turn your feet to the ribbon-road with a chorus all may sing!</div>
+ </div>
+<hr class="tb">
+
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Then give me the clear blue sky overhead, and the long road to my feet,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And a dog to tell my secrets to, and a brother tramp to meet&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the years may take their toll of me till I come to the weary West,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I lodge for good in the world’s own Inn, a wayworn, waiting guest!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>W. G. Tinckom-Fernandez</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_Song_of_the_Open_Road">
+ <i>A Song of the Open Road</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> old Earth-Mother calls us,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And we hearken unto her cry,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For we dare not question her bidding</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Lest we sicken and droop and die.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The spirit of change is burning</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">As a fever in heart and brain.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the ranks of the Free Companions</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">We must take to the road again.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">We have lain in the tents of the dwellers;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">We have ta’en of their drink and food;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We, that were weary, have slumbered,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Have slumbered and found rest good.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We have kissed the lips of their maidens,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">From their kin we have chosen our brides;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But the summons has come from the Mother,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And no one who hears it abides.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">We do the will of the Mother,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">We bow to the Word she sends,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Though we know not whither we journey,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Nor the goal where the journey ends.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On the quest of the Strange Adventure</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">We sally, hand-in-hand,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As the men of the days nomadic</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">When the hunter was lord in the land.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The winds a-sweep through the forests</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Shall brace our souls for the march,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The balm of the dews descending</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Shall chasten the heats that parch.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Through vista of brakes entangled</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The stars shall guide, in the night,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">By day the sun shall quicken</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">The pulse of our life’s delight.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ho! for the zest of travel,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The wayfarer’s romance,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The joy of the unexpected,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The hope of the noble chance.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We have girded our feet with sandals,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">We carry the pilgrim’s load.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the ranks of the Free Companions</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">We take to the open road.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Louis J. McQuilland</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_Maine_Trail">
+ <i>A Maine Trail</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">C</span><span class="upper-case">ome</span> follow, heart upon your sleeve,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The trail, a-teasing by,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Past tasseled corn and fresh-mown hay,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Trim barns and farm-house shy,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Past hollyhocks and white well-sweep,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Through pastures bare and wild,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh come, let’s fare to the heart-o’-the-wood</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">With the faith of a little child.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Strike in by the gnarled way through the swamp</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Where late the laurel shone,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">An intimate close where you meet yourself</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And come unto your own,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">By bouldered brook to the hidden spring</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Where breath of ferns blows sweet</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And swift birds break the silence as</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Their shadows cross your feet.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Stout-hearted thrust through gold-green copse</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To garner the woodland glee,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To weave a garment of warm delight,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Of sun-spun ecstasy;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">’Twill shield you all winter from frosty eyes,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">’Twill shield your heart from cold;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Such greens!—how the Lord Himself loves green!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Such sun!—how He loves the gold!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Then on till flaming fireweed</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Is quenched in forest deep;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Tread soft! The sumptuous paven moss</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Is spread for Dryads’ sleep;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And list ten thousand thousand spruce</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Lift up their voice to God—We</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</span> <div class="verse indent0">can a little understand,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Born of the self-same sod.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, come, the welcoming trees lead on,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Their guests are we to-day;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Shy violets smile, proud branches bow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Gay mushrooms mark the way;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The silence is a courtesy,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The well-bred calm of kings;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Come haste! the hour sets its face</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Unto great Happenings.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Gertrude Huntington McGiffert</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Spell_of_the_Pool">
+ <i>The Spell of the Pool</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">here’s</span> a crystal-arrowed riffle at the turning of the river,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">There’s a waterfall where nature teaches school,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There’s a bank of swaying alder with each budding twig aquiver&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And there’s magic in the murmur of the pool!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Can’t you see the cold, blue water as it eddies, sparkles, flashes</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In the willow-shadowed reaches of the stream,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the ever-widening ripples where the trout, in falling, splashes</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">As the osprey drops his quarry with a scream?</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>L. Burton Crane, Jr.</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Lake">
+ <i>The Lake</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">here</span> is a lake—but I forget its name,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That flickers in my memory like flame!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Guarded by Dolomites whose magic glow</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of red primeval merges into snow.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">A lake so beautiful, God gave it birth</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">By melting one vast emerald on earth!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">A lake so strange, that, did its waters part,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Undine would be enshrined within its heart.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And as with lovely sound the air may fill,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Though chords are hushed and all the strings be still,</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">So will this lake—but I forget its name&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Flicker within my memory like flame!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Eleanour Norton</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Great_Outdoors">
+ <i>The Great Outdoors</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.8em;">O</span> <span class="upper-case">great</span> outdoors, without floors,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or walls, or roofs, or bounds,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Grant this day that I may stray</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Amidst thy plains and mounds,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Let me be among the free</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That climb thy purple hills;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Let me breathe the scents that wreathe</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Thy violet bordered rills:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Let thy sun, till day be done,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Shine from out thy great blue sky;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Let thy starlight and the still night</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Soothe my rest when down I lie;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Let the shadows cool the meadows,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the night sounds whisper low,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the stillness of thy valleys</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where the waters lap and flow.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Maud Russell</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Come_Spur_Away">
+ <i>Come, Spur Away!</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent4"><span class="dropcap" style="margin-top: -0.3em; padding-right: 0.4em;">C</span><span class="upper-case">ome</span>, spur away,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have no patience for a longer stay,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent4">But must go down</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And leave the chargeable noise of this great town:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent4">I will the country see,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent4">Where old simplicity,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent6">Though hid in gray,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent6">Doth look more gay</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Than foppery in plush and scarlet clad.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Farewell, you city wits, that are</div>
+ <div class="verse indent4">Almost at civil war&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">’Tis time that I grow wise, when all the world grows mad.</div>
+ </div>
+<hr class="tb">
+
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent4">Ours is the sky,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where at what fowl we please our hawk shall fly:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent4">Nor will we spare</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To hunt the crafty fox or timorous hare;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent4">But let our hounds run loose</div>
+ <div class="verse indent4">In any ground they’ll choose;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent6">The buck shall fall,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent6">The stag, and all.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Our pleasures must from their own warrants be,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">For to my Muse, if not to me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent4">I’m sure all game is free:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Heaven, earth, are all but parts of her great royalty.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Thomas Randolph</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Hunting_Song">
+ <i>Hunting Song</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">O</span><span class="upper-case">h</span>, who would stay indoor, indoor,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When the horn is on the hill? (<i>Bugle</i>: Tarantara!)</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With the crisp air stinging, and the huntsmen singing,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And a ten-tined buck to kill!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Before the sun goes down, goes down,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We shall slay the buck of ten; (<i>Bugle</i>: Tarantara!)</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the priest shall say benison, and we shall ha’e venison,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When we come home again.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Let him that loves his ease, his ease,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Keep close and house him fair; (<i>Bugle</i>: Tarantara!)</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We’ll still be a stranger to the merry thrill of danger</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the joy of the open air.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">But he that loves the hills, the hills,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Let him come out to-day! (<i>Bugle</i>: Tarantara!)</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For the horses are neighing, and the hounds are baying,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the hunt’s up, and away!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Richard Hovey</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Call">
+ <i>The Call</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">H</span><span class="upper-case">ave</span> you heard the calling, calling, of the Distance,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Through the purple reaches where the mountains wait;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With Dreamland round their shoulders, where the sunset fire smoulders&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Oh, the guarding Distance calls us from their gate.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the morning it entices with the sunrise,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In the evening it is urging through the gold;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We must heed the sweet insistence, for this mystic blue-veiled Distance</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Hides our wished-for land of Dreams within its hold.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">We will cinch the saddle tighter, tie the strings of wide sombrero,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">While the mists about the top are gray and dim;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With the eager trail uptrending, and the morning sky low bending&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Oh, the evening star will we see o’er the rim.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">When the wind blows thin and keen about the summit,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the camp-fire sparkles warm upon the brim,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On a couch of pine boughs fragrant, who would scorn to be a vagrant,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And follow when the Distance calls to him?</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Cora D. Fenton</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Kings_Highway">
+ <i>The King’s Highway</i>
+ <br>
+ “El Camino Real”
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">A</span><span class="upper-case">ll</span> in the golden weather, forth let us ride to-day,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">You and I together, on the King’s Highway,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The blue skies above us, and below the shining sea;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There’s many a road to travel, but it’s this road for me.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">It’s a long road and sunny, and the fairest in the world&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There are peaks that rise above it in their snowy mantles curled,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And it leads from the mountains through a hedge of chaparral,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Down to the waters where the sea gulls call.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">It’s a long road and sunny, it’s a long road and old,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the brown padres made it for the flocks of the fold;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">They made it for the sandals of the sinner-fold that trod</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">From the fields in the open to the shelter-house of God.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">They made it for the sandals of the sinner-fold of old;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Now the flocks they are scattered and death keeps the fold;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But you and I together we will take the road to-day,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With the breath in our nostrils, on the King’s Highway.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">We will take the road together through the morning’s golden glow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And we’ll dream of those who trod it in the mellowed long ago;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We will stop at the Missions where the sleeping padres lay,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And we’ll bend a knee above them for their souls’ sake to pray.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">We’ll ride through the valleys where the blossom’s on the tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Through the orchards and the meadows with the bird and the bee,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And we’ll take the rising hills where the manzanitas grow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Past the gray tails of waterfalls where blue violets blow.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Old Conquistadores, oh, brown priests and all,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Give us your ghosts for company when night begins to fall;</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</span> <div class="verse indent0">There’s many a road to travel, but it’s this road to-day,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With the breath of God about us on the King’s Highway.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>John Steven McGroarty</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="God_Made_This_Day_For">
+ <i>God Made This Day For
+ Me</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">J</span><span class="upper-case">es’</span> the sort o’ weather and jes’ the sort o’ sky</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Which seem to suit my fancy, with the white clouds driftin’ by</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On a sea o’ smooth blue water. Oh, I ain’t an egotist,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With an “I” in all my thinkin’, but I’m willin’ to insist</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That the Lord that made us humans and the birds in every tree</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Knows my special sort o’ weather an’ He made this day fer me.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">This is jes’ my style o’ weather—sunshine floodin’ all the place,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">An’ the breezes from the eastward blowin’ gently on my face.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">An’ the woods chock-full o’ singin’ till you’d think birds never had</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A single care to fret ’em or a grief to make ’em sad.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, I settle down contented in the shadow of a tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">An’ tell myself right proudly that the day was made fer me.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">It’s my day, sky an’ sunshine, an’ the temper o’ the breeze,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Here’s the weather I would fashion could I run things as I please&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Beauty dancin’ all around me, music ringin’ everywhere,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Like a weddin’ celebration. Why I’ve plumb fergot my care</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</span> <div class="verse indent0">An’ the tasks I should be doin’ fer the rainy days to be</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">While I’m huggin’ the delusion that God made this day fer me.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Edgar A. Guest</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Country_Faith">
+ <i>The Country Faith</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">H</span><span class="upper-case">ere</span> in the country’s heart</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where the grass is green</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Life is the same sweet life</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As it e’er hath been.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Trust in a God still lives,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the bell at morn</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Floats with a thought of God</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">O’er the rising corn.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">God comes down in the rain,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the crop grows tall&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">This is the country faith,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the best of all!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Norman Gale</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_36"></a><a id="Page_37"></a>[Pg 37]</span></p>
+
+
+ <p class="ph2 ep4" id="Green_Things_Growing">
+ <i>Green Things Growing</i>
+ </p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</span></p>
+<p class="ep4" style="margin: auto; width: 80%;">
+ <i>Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool?</i><br>
+ <i>Nay, but I have a sign;</i><br>
+ <i>’Tis very sure God walks in mine.</i>
+</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <span class="smcap">Thomas E. Brown</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p class="pagenum-decorative pageno">
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+ <span class="pgnum-number" id="Page_39">39</span>
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Afoot">
+ <i>Afoot</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">C</span><span class="upper-case">omes</span> the lure of green things growing,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Comes the call of waters flowing&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the wayfarer desire</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Moves and wakes and would be going.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Hark the migrant hosts of June</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Marching nearer noon by noon!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Hark the gossip of the grasses</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Bivouacked beneath the moon!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Long the quest and far the ending</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When my wayfarer is wending&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">When desire is once afoot,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Doom behind and dream attending!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">In his ears the phantom chime</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of incommunicable rhyme,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">He shall chase the fleeting camp-fires</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of the Bedouins of Time.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Farer by uncharted ways,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Dumb as death to plaint or praise,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Unreturning he shall journey,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Fellow to the nights and days;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Till upon the outer bar</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Stilled the moaning currents are,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Till the flame achieves the zenith,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Till the moth attains the star,</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Till through laughter and through tears</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Fair the final peace appears,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</span> <div class="verse indent2">And about the watered pastures</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Sink to sleep the nomad years!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Charles G. D. Roberts</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Grace_for_Gardens">
+ <i>Grace for Gardens</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">L</span><span class="upper-case">ord</span> God in Paradise,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Look upon our sowing,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Bless the little gardens</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the good green growing!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Give us sun,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Give us rain,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Bless the orchards</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the grain!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Lord God in Paradise,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Please bless the beans and peas,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Give us corn full on the ear&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">We will praise Thee, Lord, for these!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Bless the blossom</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the root,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Bless the seed</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the fruit!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Lord God in Paradise,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Over my brown field is seen,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Trembling and adventuring,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">A miracle of green.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Send such grace</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">As you know,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To keep it safe</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And make it grow!</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Lord God in Paradise,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">For the wonder of the seed,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Wondering, we praise you, while</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">We tell you of our need.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Look down from Paradise,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Look upon our sowing,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Bless the little gardens</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the good green growing!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Give us sun,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Give us rain,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Bless the orchards</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the grain!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Louise Driscoll</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="My_Garden">
+ <i>My Garden</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.8em;">A</span> <span class="upper-case">garden</span> is a lovesome thing, Got wot!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Rose plot,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Fringed pool,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ferned grot&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The veriest school</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of peace; and yet the fool</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Contends that God is not&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Nay, but I have a sign;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">’Tis very sure God walks in mine.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Thomas E. Brown</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="April">
+ <i>April</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> charm is working, now,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On the alder bough;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Odors are afloat;</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</span> <div class="verse indent0">The brook has a new note;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Nightly in the silence grow</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Murmurs only lovers know,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Love’s own minstrelsy</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Beginning in the tree;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The airy hammers of the rain</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Tap—are still again.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>John Vance Cheney</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_Song_the_Grass_Sings">
+ <i>A Song the Grass Sings</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> violet is much too shy,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The rose too little so;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I think I’ll ask the buttercup</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">If I may be her beau.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">When winds go by, I’ll nod to her</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And she will nod to me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I will kiss her on the cheek</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">As gently as may be.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And when the mower cuts us down,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Together we will pass,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I smiling at the buttercup,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">She smiling at the grass.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Charles G. Blanden</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Young_Dandelion">
+ <i>The Young Dandelion</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.3em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">am</span> a bold fellow</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">As ever was seen,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With my shield of yellow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In the grass green.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">You may uproot me</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">From field and from lane,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Trample me, cull me&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I spring up again.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I never flinch, sir,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Wherever I dwell,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Give me an inch, sir,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I’ll soon take an ell.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Drive me from garden,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In anger and pride,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I’ll thrive and harden</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">By the roadside.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Dinah Mulock Craik</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Sunflowers">
+ <i>Sunflowers</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">M</span><span class="upper-case">y</span> tall sunflowers love the sun,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Love the burning August noons</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When the locust tunes its viol,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the cricket croons.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">When the purple night draws on,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">With its planets hung on high,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the attared winds of slumber</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Wander down the sky.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Still my sunflowers love the sun,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Keep their ward and watch and wait</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Till the rosy key of morning</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Opes the eastern gate.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Then, when they have deeply quaffed</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">From the brimming cups of dew,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</span> <div class="verse indent0">You can hear their golden laughter</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">All the garden through!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Clinton Scollard</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Wishing">
+ <i>Wishing</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">R</span><span class="upper-case">ing-ting!</span> I wish I were a primrose,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A bright yellow primrose, blooming in the spring!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The stooping boughs above me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The wandering bee to love me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The ferns and moss to creep across,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the elm-tree for our king!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Nay—stay! I wish I were an elm-tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A great, lofty elm-tree, with green leaves gay!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The winds would set them dancing,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The sun and moonshine glance in,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The birds would house among the boughs,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And ever sweetly sing!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh—no! I wish I were a robin,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A robin or a little wren, everywhere to go;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Through forest, field, or garden,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And ask no leave or pardon,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Till winter comes with icy thumbs</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To ruffle up our wings!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>William Allingham</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Rain">
+ <i>Rain</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.3em;">I</span><span class="upper-case">s</span> it raining, little flower?&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Be glad of rain!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Too much sun would wither thee;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">’Twill shine again.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The sky is very black, ’tis true;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But just behind it shines the blue.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">God watches; and thou wilt have sun,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When clouds their perfect work have done.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Lucy Larcom</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="To_the_Dandelion">
+ <i>To the Dandelion</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent2"><span class="dropcap" style="margin-top: -0.3em;">D</span><span class="upper-case">ear</span> common flower, that grow’st beside the way,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">First pledge of blithesome May,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Which children pluck, and, full of pride uphold,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">High-hearted buccaneers, o’erjoyed that they</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">An Eldorado in the grass have found,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Which not the rich earth’s ample round</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">May match in wealth, thou art more dear to me</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent2">Gold such as thine ne’er drew the Spanish prow</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Through the primeval hush of Indian seas,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Nor wrinkled the lean brow</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of age, to rob the lover’s heart of ease;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">’Tis the Spring’s largess, which she scatters now</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To rich and poor alike, with lavish hand,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Though most hearts never understand</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To take it at God’s value, but pass by</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The offered wealth with unrewarded eye.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent2">Thou art my tropics and mine Italy;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To look at thee unlocks a warmer clime;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The eyes thou givest me</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Are in the heart, and heed not space or time:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Not in mid June the golden-cuirassed bee</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Feels a more summer-like warm ravishment</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the white lily’s breezy tent,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">His fragrant Sybaris, than I, when first</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">From the dark green thy yellow circles burst.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent2">Then think I of deep shadows on the grass,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of meadows where in sun the cattle graze,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Where, as the breezes pass,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The gleaming rushes lean a thousand ways,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Of leaves that slumber in a cloudy mass,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or whiten in the wind, of waters blue</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That from the distance sparkle through</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Some woodland gap, and of a sky above,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where one white cloud like a stray lamb doth move.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent2">My childhood’s earliest thoughts are linked with thee;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The sight of thee calls back the robin’s song,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Who, from the dark old tree</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Beside the door, sang clearly all day long,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And I, secure in childish piety,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Listened as if I heard an angel sing</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With news from heaven, which he could bring</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Fresh every day to my untainted ears</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When birds and flowers and I were happy peers.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent2">How like a prodigal doth nature seem,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When thou, for all thy gold, so common art!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Thou teachest me to deem</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">More sacredly of every human heart,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Since each reflects in joy its scanty gleam</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of heaven, and could some wondrous secret show,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Did we but pay the love we owe,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And with a child’s undoubting wisdom look</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On all these living pages of God’s book.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>James Russell Lowell</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Grass">
+ <i>The Grass</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.8em;">A</span> <span class="upper-case">child</span> said <i>What is the grass?</i> fetching it to me with full hands;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Bearing the owner’s name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say <i>Whose?</i></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Walt Whitman</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Buttercups">
+ <i>Buttercups</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">here</span> must be fairy miners</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Just underneath the mould,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Such wondrous quaint designers</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Who live in caves of gold.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">They take the shining metals,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And beat them into shreds;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And mould them into petals,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To make the flowers’ heads.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Sometimes they melt the flowers</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To tiny seeds like pearls,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And store them up in bowers</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">For little boys and girls.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And still a tiny fan turns</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Above a forge of gold,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To keep, with fairy lanterns,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The world from growing old.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Wilfrid C. Thorley</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Lilac">
+ <i>The Lilac</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">W</span><span class="upper-case">ho</span> thought of the lilac?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">“I,” dew said,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">“I made up the lilac</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">out of my head.”</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">“She made up the lilac!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Pooh!” thrilled a linnet,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">and each dew-note had a</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">lilac in it.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Humbert Wolfe</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Hollyhocks">
+ <i>The Hollyhocks</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> hollyhocks are standing</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In groups against the wall,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Engaged in conversation</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With the lowly flowers small,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That gaze with admiration</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On floral dames so gay,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Who wear such ruffled bonnets</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of crimson deep to-day.</div>
+ </div>
+<hr class="tb">
+
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The wind has paused to listen</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To the dames of high degree,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And the mignonette and pansies</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Are laughing with such glee!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The mullein pinks are blushing,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the poppies say, “Oh, see,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the dame’s gay frilled red bonnet</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">She has a bumblebee!”</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Ray Laurance</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Ragged_Regiment">
+ <i>The Ragged Regiment</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.5em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">love</span> the ragged veterans of June,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Not your trim troop drill-marshalled for display</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In gardens fine,—but such as dare the noon</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With saucy faces by the public way.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Moth-mullein, with its moth-wing petals white,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Round Dandelion, and flouncing Bouncing-Bet,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The golden Butter-and-Eggs, and Ox-eye bright,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Wild Parsley, and tall Milkweed bee-beset.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ha, sturdy tramps of Nature, mustered out</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">From garden service, scorned and set apart,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There’s not one member of your ragged rout</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But makes a warmth of welcome in my heart.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Alice Williams Brotherton</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Marigolds">
+ <i>Marigolds</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> marigolds are nodding:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I wonder what they know.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Go, listen very gently;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">You may persuade them so.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Go, be their little brother,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As humble as the grass,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And lean upon the hill-wind,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And watch the shadows pass.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Put off the pride of knowledge,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Put by the fear of pain;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">You may be counted worthy</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To live with them again.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Be Darwin in your patience,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Be Chaucer in your love;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">They may relent and tell you</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">What they are thinking of.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="In_a_Garden">
+ <i>In a Garden</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.5em;">S</span><span class="upper-case">ky!</span></div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Why are you so very gay</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To-day?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Dimpled with the clouds at play,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Blithe with the sun’s vivacious ray....</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Why?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Moon!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Why do you pursue me so?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Are you whispering</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That youth passes over-soon?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Don’t you know</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I’ve buried you a dozen times</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Behind tall buildings?—Pagan thing!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The very Churches clutch at you</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</span> <div class="verse indent0">With grasping spires</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To tear you from the sky!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Veil with clouds your glittering</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Unholy gaze!...</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Virgin?... You are an aged courtesan</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Leering at lovers!... leave me, leave me, then!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">If you were not half-blind, you’d see</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0"><i>I am alone</i>!... Oh, moon ... stop mocking me!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Trees!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Murmuring to each passing breeze</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ancient mysteries&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Flowers,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Gossiping with drowsy bees</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In social, chaste amenities&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Don’t you know my heart is breaking?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Can’t you sympathize with aching</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Human misery?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Are all your little hours</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Golden as these?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or ... do you hide</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Your searching, poignant tragedies,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Under the hard, bright smile of pride?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I think that I shall also go</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Laughing, ... not too loudly ...</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Moving with gracious step and slow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Quietly ... proudly ...</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And then, perhaps, no one will know</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">My heart has died!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Theda Kenyon</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Dandelions">
+ <i>The Dandelions</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">U</span><span class="upper-case">pon</span> a showery night and still,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Without a sound of warning,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</span> <div class="verse indent0">A trooper band surprised the hill,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And held it in the morning.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">We were not waked by bugle-notes,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">No cheer our dreams invaded,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And yet, at dawn, their yellow coats</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">On the green slopes paraded.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">We careless folk the deed forgot;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Till one day, idly walking,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We marked upon the self-same spot</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">A crowd of veterans talking.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">They shook their trembling heads and gray</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">With pride and noiseless laughter;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When, well-a-day! they blew away,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And ne’er were heard of after!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Helen Gray Cone</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Rhodora">
+ <i>Rhodora</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">R</span><span class="upper-case">hodora!</span> if the sages ask thee why</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">This charm is wasted on the earth and sky,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Then Beauty is its own excuse for being:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I never thought to ask, I never knew:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But, in my simple ignorance, suppose</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The self-same Power that brought me there brought you.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Ralph Waldo Emerson</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Daisies">
+ <i>Daisies</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">O</span><span class="upper-case">ver</span> the shoulders and slopes of the dune</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I saw the white daisies go down to the sea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A host in the sunshine, an army in June,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The people God sends us to set our hearts free.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The bobolinks rallied them up from the dell,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The orioles whistled them out of the wood;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And all of their singing was, “Earth, it is well!”</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And all of their dancing was, “Life, thou art good.”</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Out_in_the_Fields_with_God">
+ <i>Out in the Fields with God</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> little cares that fretted me</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I lost them yesterday</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Among the fields, above the sea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Among the winds at play,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Among the lowing of the herds,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The rustling of the trees,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Among the singing of the birds,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The humming of the bees.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The foolish fears of what might happen,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I cast them all away,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Among the clover-scented grass,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Among the new mown hay,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Among the husking of the corn,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Where drowsy poppies nod,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where ill thoughts die and good are born&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Out in the fields with God.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Elizabeth Browning</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Blackbird">
+ <i>The Blackbird</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.3em;">I</span><span class="upper-case">n</span> the far corner,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">close by the swings,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">every morning</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">a blackbird sings.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">His bill’s so yellow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">his coat’s so black,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">that he makes a fellow</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">whistle back.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ann, my daughter,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">thinks that he</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">sings for us two</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">especially.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Humbert Wolfe</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Robin">
+ <i>The Robin</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> robin is the one</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That interrupts the morn</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With hurried, few, express reports</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When March is scarcely on.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The robin is the one</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That overflows the noon</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With her cherubic quantity,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And April but begun.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The robin is the one</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That speechless from her nest</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Submits that home and certainty</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And sanctity are best.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Emily Dickinson.</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Clover">
+ <i>Clover</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">L</span><span class="upper-case">ittle</span> masters, hat in hand,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Let me in your presence stand,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Till your silence solve for me</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">This your threefold mystery.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Tell me—for I long to know&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">How, in darkness there below,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Was your fairy fabric spun,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Spread and fashioned, three in one.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Did your gossips gold and blue,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Sky and Sunshine, choose for you,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ere your triple forms were seen,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Suited liveries of green?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Can ye—if ye dwelt indeed</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Captives of a prison seed&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Like the Genie, once again</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Get you back into the grain?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Little masters, may I stand</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In your presence, hat in hand,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Waiting till you solve for me</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">This your threefold mystery?</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>John B. Tabb</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_Conversation">
+ <i>A Conversation</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">A</span> <span class="upper-case">little</span> road goes up the hill,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And Thistle-down says she,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">“I’m off a-gipsying today,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Drift up the road with me.”</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">“And sure ’tis nice to go,” says I,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">“But ’tis not I will come,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For who would feed my cow and cat,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And make my wheel to hum?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">’Tis here at home that I will bide,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And thanks to you,” says I,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">So off went gipsy Thistle-down</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A-drifting in the sky.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Sara Hamilton Birchall</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_Yellow_Pansy">
+ <i>A Yellow Pansy</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">o</span> the wall of the old green garden</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">A butterfly quivering came;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">His wings on the sombre lichens</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Played like a yellow flame.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">He looked at the gay geraniums,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the sleepy four-o’-clocks;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">He looked at the low lanes bordered</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">With the glossy-growing box.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">He longed for the peace and the silence,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the shadows that lengthened there,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And his wee wild heart was weary</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Of skimming the endless air.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And now in the old green garden,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I know not how it came,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A single pansy is blooming,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Bright as a yellow flame.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</span></div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And whenever a gay gust passes,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">It quivers as if with pain,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For the butterfly-soul that is in it</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Longs for the winds again!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+<i>Helen Gray Cone</i>
+</p>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Answer">
+ <i>The Answer</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">L</span><span class="upper-case">avender</span> for old loves,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Roses for the new,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Heliotrope for pleasure, lass,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And for sorrow, rue.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Rosemary lest you forget.&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Take, or let it be.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I will have the wholesome pine</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the open sea.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Rosemary lest you forget.&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When I come again</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Up the old familiar path</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the autumn rain,</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">What if you’ve forgotten, lass?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Say, what shall I do?&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Here is heartsease by the gate</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With the bitter rue.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Sara Hamilton Birchall</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_Prayer">
+ <i>A Prayer</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">each</span> me, Father, how to go</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Softly as the grasses grow;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Hush my soul to meet the shock</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Of the wild world as a rock;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But my spirit, propt with power,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Make as simple as a flower.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Let the dry heart fill its cup,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Like a poppy looking up;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Let life lightly wear her crown,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Like a poppy looking down.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Teach me, Father, how to be</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Kind and patient as a tree.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Joyfully the crickets croon</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Under shady oak at noon;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Beetle, on his mission bent,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Tarries in that cooling tent.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Let me, also, cheer a spot,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Hidden field or garden grot&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Place where passing souls can rest</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On the way and be their best.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Edwin Markham</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</span></p>
+
+
+ <p class="ph2 ep4" id="The_Kinship_of_the_Trees">
+ <i>The Kinship of the Trees</i>
+ </p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</span></p>
+<p class="ep4" style="margin: auto; width: 80%;">
+ <i>I think I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree....</i><br>
+ <i>Poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree.</i>
+</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <span class="smcap">Joyce Kilmer</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p class="pagenum-decorative pageno">
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+ <span class="pgnum-number" id="Page_61">61</span>
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Tree_Feelings">
+ <i>Tree Feelings</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.5em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">wonder</span> if they like it—being trees?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I suppose they do....</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It must feel good to have the ground so flat,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And feel yourself stand right straight up like that&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">So stiff in the middle—and then branch at ease,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Big boughs that arch, small ones that bend and blow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And all those fringy leaves that flutter so.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">You’d think they’d break off at the lower end</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When the wind fills them, and their great heads bend.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But then you think of all the roots they drop,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As much at bottom as there is on top,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A double tree, widespread in earth and air</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Like a reflection in the water there.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I guess they like to stand still in the sun</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And just breathe out and in, and feel the cool sap run;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And like to feel the rain run through their hair</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And slide down to the roots and settle there.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But I think they like the wind best. From the light touch</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That lets the leaves whisper and kiss so much,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To the great swinging, tossing, flying wide,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And all the time so stiff and strong inside!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the big winds, that pull, and make them feel</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">How long their roots are, and the earth how leal!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And O the blossoms! And the wild seeds lost!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And jewelled martyrdom of fiery frost!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And fruit trees. I’d forgotten. No cold gem,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But to be apples—and bow down with them!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Charlotte Perkins Stetson</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="ABCS_in_Green">
+ <i>ABC’S in Green</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> trees are God’s great alphabet:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With them He writes in shining green</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Across the world His thoughts serene.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">He scribbles poems against the sky</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With a gay, leafy lettering,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For us and for our bettering.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The wind pulls softly at His page,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And every star and bird</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Repeats in dutiful delight His word,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And every blade of grass</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Flutters to class.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Like a slow child that does not heed,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I stand at summer’s knees,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And from the primer of the wood</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I spell that life and love are good,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I learn to read.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Leonora Speyer</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="O_Dreamy_Gloomy">
+ <i>O Dreamy, Gloomy,
+ Friendly Trees!</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.8em;">O</span> <span class="upper-case">dreamy</span>, gloomy, friendly trees,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I came along your narrow track</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To bring my gifts unto your knees</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And gifts did you give back;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For when I brought this heart that burns&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">These thoughts that bitterly repine&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And laid them here among the ferns</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</span> <div class="verse indent2">And the hum of boughs divine,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ye, vastest breathers of the air,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Shook down with slow and mighty poise</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Your coolness on the human care,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Your wonder on its toys,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Your greenness on the heart’s despair,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Your darkness on its noise.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Herbert Trench</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="God_When_You_Thought_of">
+ <i>God, When You Thought of
+ a Pine Tree</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">G</span><span class="upper-case">od</span>, when you thought of a pine tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">How did you think of a star?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">How did you dream of a damson west,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Crossed by an inky bar?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">How did you think of a dear brown pool</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where flocks of shadows are?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">God, when you thought of a cobweb,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">How did you think of dew?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">How did you know a spider’s house</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Had spangles bright and new?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">How did you know we human folk</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Would love them as we do?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">God, when you patterned a bird’s song,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Flung on a silver string,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">How did you know the ecstasy</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That crystal call would bring?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">How did you think of a bubbling throat</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And a darling speckled wing?</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">God, when you chiseled a raindrop,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">How did you think of a stem,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Bearing a lovely satin leaf</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To hold the tiny gem?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">How did you know a million drops</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Would deck the morning’s hem?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Why did you mate the moonlit night</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With honeysuckle vines?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">How did you know madeira bloom</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Distilled ecstatic wines?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">How did you weave the velvet dusk</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where tangled perfumes are?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">God, when you thought of a pine tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">How did you think of a star?</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Unknown</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_House_of_the_Trees">
+ <i>The House of the Trees</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">O</span><span class="upper-case">pe</span> your doors and take me in,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Spirit of the wood,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Wash me clean of dust and din,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Clothe me in your mood.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Take me from the noisy light</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To the sunless peace,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where at mid-day standeth Night</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Signing Toil’s release.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">All your dusky twilight stores</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To my senses give;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Take me in and lock the doors,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Show me how to live.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Lift your leafy roof for me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Part your yielding walls:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Let me wander lingeringly</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Through your scented halls.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ope your doors and take me in,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Spirit of the wood;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Take me—make me next of kin</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To your leafy brood.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Ethelwyn Wetherald</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Trees">
+ <i>Trees</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.3em;">I</span><span class="upper-case">n</span> the Garden of Eden, planted by God,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There were goodly trees in the springing sod,&#8288;—</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Trees of beauty and height and grace,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To stand in splendor before His face.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Apple and hickory, ash and pear,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oak and beech and the tulip rare,</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The trembling aspen, the noble pine,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The sweeping elm by the river line;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Trees for the birds to build and sing,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the lilac tree for a joy in spring;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Trees to turn at the frosty call</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And carpet the ground for their Lord’s footfall;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Trees for fruitage and fire and shade,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Trees for the cunning builder’s trade;</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Wood for the bow, the spear, and the flail,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The keel and the mast of the daring sail;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">He made them of every grain and girth,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For the use of man in the Garden of Earth.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Then lest the soul should not lift her eyes</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">From the gift to the Giver of Paradise,</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">On the crown of a hill, for all to see,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">God planted a scarlet maple tree.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Trees_and_the_Master">
+ <i>The Trees and the Master</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.3em;">I</span><span class="upper-case">nto</span> the woods my Master went,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Clean forspent, forspent.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Into the woods my Master came,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Forspent with love and shame.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But the olives, they were not blind to Him,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The little gray leaves were kind to Him,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The thorn tree had a mind to Him</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When into the woods He came.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Out of the woods my Master went,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And He was well content.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Out of the woods my Master came,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Content with death and shame.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When death and shame would woo Him last,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">From under the trees they drew Him last,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">’Twas on a tree they slew Him—last</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When out of the woods He came.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Sidney Lanier</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Trees">
+ <i>The Trees</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">here’s</span> something in a noble tree&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">What shall I say? a soul?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For ’tis not form, or aught we see</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In leaf or branch or bole.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Some presence, though not understood,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Dwells there alway, and seems</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To be acquainted with our mood,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And mingles in our dreams.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I would not say that trees at all</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Were of our blood and race,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Yet, lingering where their shadows fall,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I sometimes think I trace</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A kinship, whose far-reaching root</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Grew when the world began,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And made them best of all things mute</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To be the friends of man.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Held down by whatsoever might</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Unto an earthly sod,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">They stretch forth arms for air and light,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">As we do after God;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And when in all their boughs the breeze</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Moans loud, or softly sings,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As our own hearts in us, the trees</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Are almost human things.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">What wonder in the days that burned</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">With old poetic dream,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Dead Phaëthon’s fair sisters turned</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To poplars by the stream!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In many a light cotillion stept</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The trees when fluters blew;</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And many a tear, ’tis said, they wept</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">For human sorrow too.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Mute, said I? They are seldom thus;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">They whisper each to each,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And each and all of them to us,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In varied forms of speech.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">“Be serious,” the solemn pine</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Is saying overhead;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">“Be beautiful,” the elm-tree fine</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Has always finely said;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">“Be quick to feel,” the aspen still</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Repeats the whole day long;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">While, from the green slope of the hill,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The oak-tree adds, “Be strong.”</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When with my burden, as I hear</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Their distant voices call,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I rise, and listen, and draw near,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">“Be patient,” say they all.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Samuel Valentine Cole</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Three_Trees">
+ <i>Three Trees</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> poplar is a French tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A tall and laughing wench tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A slender tree, a tender tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That whispers to the rain&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">An easy, breezy flapper tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A lithe and blithe and dapper tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A girl of trees, a pearl of trees,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Beside the shallow Aisne.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The oak is a British tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And not at all a skittish tree;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A rough tree, a tough tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A knotty tree to bruise;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A drives-his-roots-in-deep tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A mighty tree, a blighty tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A tree of stubborn thews.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The pine tree is our own tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A grown tree, a cone tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The tree to face a bitter wind,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The tree for mast and spar&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A mounting tree, a fine tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A fragrant turpentine tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A limber tree, a timber tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And resinous with tar!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Christopher Morley</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="What_Do_We_Plant">
+ <i>What Do We Plant?</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">W</span><span class="upper-case">hat</span> do we plant when we plant the tree?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We plant the ship which will cross the sea.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We plant the mast to carry the sails;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We plant the planks to withstand the gales&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The keel, the keelson, and beam and knee;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We plant the ship when we plant the tree.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">What do we plant when we plant the tree?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We plant the houses for you and me.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We plant the rafters, the shingles, the floors,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We plant the studding, the lath, the doors,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The beams and siding, all parts that be;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We plant the house when we plant the tree.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">What do we plant when we plant the tree?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A thousand things that we daily see;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We plant the spire that out-towers the crag,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We plant the staff for our country’s flag,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We plant the shade, from the hot sun free;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We plant all these when we plant the tree!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Henry Abbey</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Trees_1">
+ <i>Trees</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">M</span><span class="upper-case">any</span> a tree is found in the wood,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And every tree for its use is good.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Some for the strength of the gnarled root,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Some for the sweetness of flower or fruit,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Some for shelter against the storm,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And some to keep the hearthstone warm,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Some for the roof and some for the beam,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And some for a boat to breast the storm.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the wealth of the wood since the world began,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The trees have offered their gifts to man.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">But the glory of trees is more than their gifts:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">’Tis a beautiful wonder of life that lifts</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">From a wrinkled seed in an earth-bound clod</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A column, an arch in the temple of God,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A pillar of power, a dome of delight,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A shrine of song and a joy of sight!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Their roots are the nurses of rivers in birth,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Their leaves are alive with the breath of the earth;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">They shelter the dwellings of man, and they bend</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">O’er his grave with the look of a loving friend.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have camped in the whispering forest of pines</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have slept in the shadow of olives and vines;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the knees of an oak, at the foot of a palm,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have found good rest and slumber’s balm.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And now, when the morning gilds the boughs</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of the vaulted elm at the door of my house,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I open the window and make a salute:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">“God bless thy branches and feed thy root!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Thou hast lived before, live after me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Thou ancient, friendly, faithful tree!”</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Henry van Dyke</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Trees_1">
+ <i>The Trees</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">ime</span> is never wasted listening to the trees;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">If to heaven so grandly we arose as these,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Holding toward each other half their kindly grace,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Haply we were worthier of our human place.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Bending down to meet you on the hillside path,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Birch and oak and maple each his welcome hath;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Each his own fine cadence, his familiar word,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">By the ear accustomed, always plainly heard.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Every tree gives answer to some different mood,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">This one helps you climbing; that for rest is good;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Beckoning friends, companions, sentinels they are;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Good to live and die with, good to greet afar.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Lucy Larcom</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Good_Company">
+ <i>Good Company</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">o-day</span> I have grown taller from walking with the trees,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The seven sister-poplars who go softly in a line;</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And I think my heart is whiter for its parley with a star</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That trembled out at nightfall and hung above the pine.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The call-note of a redbird from the cedars in the dusk</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Woke his happy mate within me to an answer free and fine;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And a sudden angel beckoned from a column of blue smoke&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0"><i>Lord, who am I that they should stoop—these holy folk of thine?</i></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Karle Wilson Baker</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Green_Tree_In_The_Fall">
+ <i>The Green Tree In The Fall</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">D</span><span class="upper-case">id</span> you forget to bud in Spring,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">O Green Tree in the Fall,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That now you wear these fresh young leaves</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As for a coronal?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">All of your mates within the wood</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Are in the crimson leaf,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">They had their swift, enamored spring,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Their summertime too brief.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">But you—what chance befell that you</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Were cheated of the Spring,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That now you cling so fast to leaves</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Wherein no bird will sing?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">My heart is with you, little tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For I was cheated too,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And now I grasp at what I missed</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And cling as fast as you.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Jessie B. Rittenhouse</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</span></p>
+
+
+ <p class="ph2 ep4" id="The_Call_of_the_Sea">
+ <i>The Call of the Sea</i>
+ </p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</span></p>
+<p class="ep4" style="margin: auto; width: 80%;">
+ <i>There’s the bird’s song and the wind’s song, and the song of the leafless tree,</i><br>
+ <i>But, oh, the call of the sea’s song, the imperious song of the sea.</i><br>
+ <br>
+ <i>There’s the song of running water, and the song of singing rain;</i><br>
+ <i>But, oh, the song of the masterful sea, that calls down the coast of Maine.</i>
+</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ E. O. G.
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p class="pagenum-decorative pageno">
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+ <span class="pgnum-number" id="Page_75">75</span>
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Sea-Fever">
+ <i>Sea-Fever</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">must</span> down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And a gray mist on the sea’s face and a gray dawn breaking.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I must down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>John Masefield</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_Son_of_the_Sea">
+ <i>A Son of the Sea</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">was</span> born for deep-sea faring;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I was bred to put to sea;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Stories of my father’s daring</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Filled me at my mother’s knee.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I was sired among the surges;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I was cubbed beside the foam;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">All my heart is in its verges,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the sea wind is my home.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">All my boyhood, from far vernal</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Bournes of being, came to me</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Dream-like, plangent, and eternal</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Memories of the plunging sea.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Dreams_of_the_Sea">
+ <i>Dreams of the Sea</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">know</span> not why I yearn for thee again,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To sail once more upon thy fickle flood;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I’ll hear thy waves wash under my death-bed,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Thy salt is lodged forever in my blood.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Yet I have seen thee lash the vessel’s sides</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In fury, with thy many tailèd whip;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I have seen thee, too, like Galilee,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">When Jesus walked in peace to Simon’s ship.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I have seen thy gentle breeze as soft</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">As summer’s, when it makes the cornfields run;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I have seen thy rude and lusty gale</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Make ships show half their bellies to the sun.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Thou knowest the way to tame the wildest life,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Thou knowest the way to bend the great and proud:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I think of that Armada whose puffed sails,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Greedy and large, came swallowing every cloud.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">But I have seen the sea-boy, young and drowned</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Lying on shore and, by thy cruel hand,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A seaweed beard was on his tender chin,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">His heaven-blue eyes were filled with common sand.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And yet, for all, I yearn for thee again,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To sail once more upon thy fickle flood:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I’ll hear thy waves wash under my death-bed,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Thy salt is lodged forever in my blood.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>William H. Davies</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Going_Down_in_Ships">
+ <i>Going Down in Ships</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">G</span><span class="upper-case">oing</span> down to sea in ships</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Is a glorious thing,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where up and over the rolling waves</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The sea-birds wing;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, there’s nothing more to my heart’s desire</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Than a ship that plows</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Head-on down through marching seas,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">With streaming bows:</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Would you hear the song of the viewless winds</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">As they walk the sky?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Come down to sea when the storm is on</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the men stand by.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Would you see the sun as it walked abroad</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">On God’s First Day?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Then come where dawn makes sea and sky</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">A gold causeway.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, it’s bend the sails on the criss-cross yards,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">For the day dies far,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And up a windless space of dusk</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Climbs the evening star....</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Now there’s gulf on foaming gulf of stars</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">That lean so clear</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That it seems the bastions of heaven</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Are bright and near,</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And that, any moment, the topmost sky</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">May froth and swim</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With an incredible bivouac</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Of seraphim....</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">O wide-flung dawn, O mighty day</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And set of sun!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">O all you climbing stars of God,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Oh, lead me on!...</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Harry Kemp</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Waves_of_Breffny">
+ <i>The Waves of Breffny</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> grand road from the mountain goes shining to the sea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And there is traffic in it and many a horse and cart,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But the little roads of Cloonagh are dearer far to me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the little roads of Cloonagh go rambling through my heart.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">A great storm from the ocean goes shouting o’er the hill,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And there is glory in it; and terror on the wind:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But the haunted air of twilight is very strange and still,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the little winds of twilight are dearer to my mind.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The great waves of the Atlantic sweep storming on their way,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Shining green and silver with the hidden herring shoal;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But the little waves of Breffny have drenched my heart in spray,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the little waves of Breffny go stumbling through my soul.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Eva Gore-Booth</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Short_Beach">
+ <i>Short Beach</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">O</span><span class="upper-case">h</span>, the salt wind in my nostrils!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the white sail in the creek!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the blue beyond the marshes!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the flag at the peak!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">My soul lifts to the bugles</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Of a far cry on the breeze&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The cry of my storm-kin calling</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Overseas, overseas!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Blow, horns of the old sea-rapture!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">When your call comes from afar,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I would rise from the grave to reach you</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Where the sea-dooms are.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Richard Hovey</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Sea_Call">
+ <i>Sea Call</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">M</span><span class="upper-case">y</span> old love for the water has come back again&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I had forgotten its surging, so long, so long away;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Sapphire-blue in the sunlight and green-gray in the rain,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</span> <div class="verse indent2">And the same waves cresting, and the same sharp spray,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There was left a wave in my heart when I went to the inland towns,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Something that moved and murmured in the days when I forgot;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Vivid flowers of the gardens or thick long grass of the downs&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">What were the sweets of the summer days, where the calling waves were not?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">My old love for the water has come back once more;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The wave of the deep draws full, and the wave in my heart lifts high;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">This is my own old country and my own old shore ...</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And I cannot leave the water till the day I die.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Margaret Widdemer</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Ship-Love">
+ <i>Ship-Love</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">W</span><span class="upper-case">hen</span> God gave to all men</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">All the earth to love</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">He gave them the waters under the sea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">He gave them the sky above;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And some love the waters,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And some love the sky;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But I love the tall ships</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That go sailing by.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">For when God gave to my heart</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The warm living blood</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">He gave me, too, the passion</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For ebb-tide and flood;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And my love is ship-love,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</span> <div class="verse indent0">For tall ships and strange,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For steam-ships and sailing ships</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The whole wide range.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And when God calls my spirit</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And claims the soul of me</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">He’ll find it a-wandering</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With ships on the sea;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">He’ll find it on a warm deck</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Dreaming in the sun,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Long after I am perished</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And my earth-life done.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Ethel E. Mannin</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Sea">
+ <i>The Sea</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">call</span> thee from the changing land</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To the unchanging sea;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I bring a bride-gift in my hand</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of immortality.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The land is fair, but fairer far</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The pastures of the sea.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Canst thou reach down the lowest star?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">My sea-fires gleam for thee.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">All rivers run unto one end</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And perish in the sea;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Turn thou from lover and from friend,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And give thy heart to me.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Thy love shall suffer change and dearth,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Thy friend the years estrange;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There is no faithfulness on earth&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The sea will never change.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Nora Hopper</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Coquette">
+ <i>Coquette</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">am</span> wearied with insatiable longing</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For that laughing, blue-eyed wanton called the sea.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Though she’s but a faithless rover</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the wide world’s willing lover</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I’d be content if she would share an hour with me.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent2">If she would toss me on her restless, throbbing bosom,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Caress a moment—and then flout me in my pain,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I would barter all the treasures</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Of the rich man’s million pleasures</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To be rocked within her siren arms again.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent2">Her honey voice is luring, mocking, calling!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Her sapphire scalloped skirts are piped with foam:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And her light feet shoreward dancing,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Pearly-sandalled and entrancing,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Entice the steps of men from love and home.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent2">False and cruel is her glittering lure;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Her gifts are death and woe’s delirium&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Yet heaven holds no blisses</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Like the sharp tang of her kisses&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ah! Coquette! if you should slay me, I must come!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Keith Stuart</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Deep-Water_Man">
+ <i>The Deep-Water Man</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.8em;">O</span> <span class="upper-case">give</span> me the Pole Star overhead,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A slithering deck to my feet,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A forward bunk for my downy bed,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And the sea for my village street,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The galley’s glow for my warm hearthstone,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And my mates for my kin and friends&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Then earth’s long leagues are my very own</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To the place where the round world ends.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">There’s never a richer man than I,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Nor a poorer under the sun;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For all of my boundless riches lie</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the things I have seen and done&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The songs I’ve sung and the laughs I’ve laughed&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, that’s wealth as it ought to be,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For when the Skipper shall call me aft</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I can take it along with me.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">A-roaring down the Atlantic lanes,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or cruising a tropical sea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The balmy Trades, or the wind-whipped rains,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Are a bit of the same to me.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I’m home wherever the anchors fall</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And take my idolatrous ease&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I’ve got a girl in each port of call</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To be found on the seven seas.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, loves I’ve known that were deep and strong,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of some ports I am more than fond,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But woman nor town can hold me long</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">From the call of the ones beyond.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">So, ever and always outward bound</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">(Well, I guess it’s the fate of some)</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Till the day their keels go hard aground</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the Port of the Kingdom Come.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>James Stuart Montgomery</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Sea_Longing">
+ <i>Sea Longing</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">Y</span><span class="upper-case">ou</span> who are inland born know not the pain</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of one who longs for gray dunes and the seas</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And sound of ebbing tide and windy rain</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And sea-mews crying down immensities.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">You who are inland born, know not the urge</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of rapt tides beating passionate and wild;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Nor have you thrilled with wonder at the surge</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of drifting water, wayward as a child.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Impetuous I seek the eager sea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Imperious for joy and wind-blown spray;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">You, who are city-beaten every day,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">What do you know of mirth and ecstasy?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No thirsty wind has journeyed from the South&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And laid a cool, wet finger on your mouth!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Harold Vinal</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Had_I_the_Choice">
+ <i>Had I the Choice</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">H</span><span class="upper-case">ad</span> I the choice to tally greatest bards,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at will,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Homer with all his wars and warriors—Hector, Achilles, Ajax,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or Shakspere’s woe-entangled Hamlet, Lear, Othello—Tennyson’s fair ladies,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Metre or wit the best, or choice conceit to wield in perfect rhyme, delight of singers;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">These, these, O sea, all these I’d gladly barter,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Would you the undulation of one wave, its trick to me transfer,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or breathe one breath of yours upon my verse,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And leave its odor there.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Walt Whitman</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Gray">
+ <i>Gray</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">A</span> <span class="upper-case">bleak</span> wind is riding on the waves,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the shadowy foam is hurled;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the gray rains are on the hills</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And a gray dusk is over the world.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And bleak moods and shadowy moods</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Move like the moods of the sea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And mist, like a gray unspoken thought,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Is looking strangely at me.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I am lost in grayness,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">My dreams are still and furled,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For the gray rains are on the hills</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And a gray dusk is over the world.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Oscar Williams</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_Pagan_Hymn">
+ <i>A Pagan Hymn</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">have</span> drunk the Sea’s good wine,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And to-day</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Care has bowed his head and gone away.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have drunk the Sea’s good wine,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Was ever step so light as mine,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Was ever heart so gay?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Old voices intermingle in my brain,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Voices that a little boy might hear,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And dreams like fiery sunsets come again,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Informulate and vain,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But great with glories of the buccaneer.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, thanks to thee, great Mother, thanks to thee,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For this old joy renewed,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</span> <div class="verse indent0">For tightened sinew and clear blood imbued</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With sunlight and with sea.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Behold, I sing a pagan song of old,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And out of my full heart,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Hold forth my hands that so I would enfold</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The Infinite thou art.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">What matter all the creeds that come and go,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The many gods of men?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">My blood outcasts them from its joyous flow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And it is now as then&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The Pearl of Morning, and the Sapphire Sea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The Diamond of Noon,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The Ruby of the Sunset—these shall be</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">My creed, my Deity;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I will take some old forgotten tune,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And rhythm frolic-free,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And sing in little words thy wondrous boon,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">O Sunlight and O Sea!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>John Runcie</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="As_the_Tide_Comes_In">
+ <i>As the Tide Comes In</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> long-winged terns dart wild and dire,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As the tide comes tumbling in.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The calm rock-pools grow all alive,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With the tide tumbling in,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The crab that under the brown weed creeps,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the snail who lies in his house and sleeps,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Awake and stir, as the plunging sweep</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of the tide comes tumbling in.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The driftwood swishes along the sand,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As the tide comes tumbling in.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</span> <div class="verse indent0">With wreck and wrack from many a land,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On the tide, tumbling in.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">About my feet are a broken spar,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A pale anemone’s torn sea-star</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And scattered scum of the waves’ old war,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As the tide comes tumbling in.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And, oh, there is a stir at the heart of me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As the tide comes tumbling in.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">All life once more is a part of me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As the tide tumbles in.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">New hopes awaken beneath despair</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And thoughts slip free of the sloth of care,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">While beauty and love are everywhere&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As the tide comes tumbling in.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Cale Young Rice</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_Wet_Sheet_and_a_Flowing">
+ <i>A Wet Sheet and a Flowing
+ Sea</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">A</span> <span class="upper-case">wet</span> sheet and a flowing sea,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">A wind that follows fast,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That fills the white and rustling sail,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And bends the gallant mast,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And bends the gallant mast, my boys,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">While, like the eagle free,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Away the good ship flies, and leaves</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Old England on the lee.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, for a soft and gentle wind!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I heard a fair one cry;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But give to me the snoring breeze,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And white waves heaving high,—And</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</span> <div class="verse indent0">white waves heaving high, my boys,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The good ship tight and free;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The world of waters is our home,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And merry men are we.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">There’s tempest in yon hornèd moon,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And lightning in yon cloud;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And hark the music, mariners!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The wind is piping loud,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The wind is piping loud, my boys,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The lightning flashing free;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">While the hollow oak our palace is,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Our heritage the sea.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Allan Cunningham</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Undersong">
+ <i>The Undersong</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.5em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">hear</span> the sea-song of the blood in my heart,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I hear the sea-song of the blood in my ears:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I am far apart,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And lost in the years.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">But when I lie and dream of that which was</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Before the first man’s shadow flitted on the grass,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I am stricken dumb</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With sense of that to come.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Is then this wildering sea-song but a part</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of the old song of the mystery of the years&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or only the echo of the tired heart</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And of tears?</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Fiona Macleod</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Gray_Rocks_and_Grayer">
+ <i>Gray Rocks and Grayer
+ Sea</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">G</span><span class="upper-case">ray</span> rocks, and grayer sea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And surf along the shore&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And in my heart a name</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">My lips shall speak no more.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The high and lonely hills</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Endure the darkening year&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And in my heart endure</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">A memory and a tear.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Across the tide a sail</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">That tosses, and is gone&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And in my heart the kiss</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">That longing dreams upon.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Gray rocks, and grayer sea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And surf along the shore&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And in my heart the face</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">That I shall see no more.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Charles G. D. Roberts</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Sea_1">
+ <i>The Sea</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> Sea! the Sea! the open Sea!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The blue, the fresh, the ever free!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Without a mark, without a bound,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It runneth the earth’s wide regions round;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or like a cradled creature lies.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I’m on the Sea! I’m on the Sea!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I am where I would ever be;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With the blue above, and the blue below,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And silence wheresoe’er I go;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">If a storm should come and awake the deep,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">What matter? I shall ride and sleep.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I love (oh! how I love) to ride</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On the fierce foaming bursting tide,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When every mad wave drowns the moon,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or whistles aloft his tempest tune,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And tells how goeth the world below,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And why the south-west blasts do blow.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I never was on the dull tame shore,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But I lov’d the great Sea more and more,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And backward flew to her billowy breast,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Like a bird that seeketh its mother’s nest;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And a mother she was, and is to me;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For I was born on the open Sea.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The waves were white, and red the morn,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the noisy hour when I was born;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the whale it whistled, the porpoise rolled,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the dolphins bared their backs of gold;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And never was heard such an outcry wild</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As welcomed to life the Ocean-child!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I’ve lived since then, in calm and strife,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Full fifty summers a sailor’s life,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With wealth to spend and a power to range,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But never have sought, nor sighed for change;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And Death, whenever he come to me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Shall come on the wide unbounded Sea!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Bryan Waller Procter</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Sea_Road">
+ <i>The Sea Road</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">O</span><span class="upper-case">h</span>, green curved the hill road and beckoned to my feet,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where the breath of the uplands came drifting fitful-sweet.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Moon mist, and cloud mist, and meadows drenched with dew,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Fir breath, and fern breath, and hill-winds stealing through</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To stir the vagrant poppy-blooms that gipsy through the wheat.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent2">But nearer and clearer than these there called to me</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">A little, waiting, dune-set road that comrades with the sea.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, bright shone the plains’ road in ribbonings of gold,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Past lowly cottage casements tucked beneath a green hill’s fold.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Peat smoke, and hearth smoke, and toiler’s wayside fire,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Wife love, and child’s love, and humble hearts’ desire,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Peace and fireside plenty was the tale its windings told.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent2">Yet nearer and clearer than these there called to me</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">A small road, dark with juniper, and open to the sea.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">A little, watchful, sea-wife road unmindful of the gales,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">All kirtled blue with sunlit waves, and coiffed with speeding sails.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Far sail, and near sail, the beating sea-gulls’ wings,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Far lands, the near lands, the lullaby she sings,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">All the ports of all the world are in her whispered tales.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent2">Ah, nearer and dearer than all there cries to me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">One little, crooning, sunset road set shoulder to the sea.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Martha Haskell Clarke</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Sea3">
+ <i>The Sea</i>&#x2060;<a id="FNanchor_3_3" href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3 id="The_Sea3_I">I</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.3em;">I</span><span class="upper-case">nterminable</span>, not to be divined,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The ocean’s solemn distances recede;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A gospel of glad color to the mind,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">But for the soul a voice of sterner creed.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The sadness of unfathomable things</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Calls from the waste and makes the heart give heed</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With answering dirges, as a seashell sings.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3 id="The_Sea3_II">
+ II
+</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Mother of infinite loss! Mother bereft!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Thou of the shaken hair! Far-questing Sea!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Sea of the lapsing wail of waves! O left</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Of many lovers! Lone, lamenting Sea!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Desolate, prone, disheveled, lost, sublime!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Unquelled and reckless! Mad, despairing Sea!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Wail, for I wait—wail, ancient dirge of Time!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3 id="The_Sea3_III">
+ III
+</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Stretch wide, O marshes, in your golden joy!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Stretch ample, marshes, in serene delight!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Proclaiming faith past tempest to destroy,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">With silent confidence of conscious might!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Glad of the blue sky, knowing nor wind nor rain</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Can do your large indifference despite,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Nor lightning mar your tolerant disdain!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</span></p>
+
+
+<h3 id="The_Sea3_IV">
+ IV
+</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The fanfare of the trumpets of the sea</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Assaults the air with jubilant foray;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The intolerable exigence of glee</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Shouts to the sun and leaps in radiant spray;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The laughter of the breakers on the shore</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Shakes like the mirth of Titans heard at play,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With thunders of tumultuous uproar.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3 id="The_Sea3_V">
+ V
+</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Playmate of terrors! Intimate of Doom!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Fellow of Fate and Death! Exultant Sea!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Thou strong companion of the Sun, make room!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Let me make one with you, rough comrade Sea!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Sea of the boisterous sport of wind and spray!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Sea of the lion mirth! Sonorous Sea!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I hear thy shout, I know what thou wouldst say.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3 id="The_Sea3_VI">
+ VI
+</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Dauntless, triumphant, reckless of alarms,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">O Queen that laughest Time and Fear to scorn,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Death, like a bridegroom, tosses in thine arms.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The rapture of your fellowship is borne</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Like music on the wind. I hear the blare,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The calling of the undesisting horn,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And tremors as of trumpets on the air.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Richard Hovey</i>
+</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_3_3" href="#FNanchor_3_3" class="label">[3]</a> Extracts from “Seaward,” an Elegy.</p></div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_World_is_Too_Much">
+ <i>The World is Too Much
+ With Us</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> World is too much with us; late and soon,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Little we see in Nature that is ours;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The winds that will be howling at all hours</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And are up-gather’d now like sleeping flowers,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For this, for every thing, we are out of tune;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">It moves us not.—Great God! I’d rather be</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>William Wordsworth</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Sunrise">
+ <i>Sunrise</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">D</span><span class="upper-case">ay!</span></div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Faster and more fast,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">O’er night’s brim, day boils at last:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Boils, pure gold, o’er the cloud-cup’s brim</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where spurting and suppressed it lay,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For not a froth-flake touched the rim</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of yonder gap in the solid gray</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of the eastern cloud, an hour away;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But forth one wavelet, then another, curled,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Till the whole sunrise, not to be suppressed,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Rose, reddened, and its seething breast</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Flickered in bounds, grew gold, then overflowed the world.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Robert Browning</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Song_of_the_Sea">
+ <i>Song of the Sea</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> song of the sea was an ancient song</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the days when the earth was young;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The waves were gossiping loud and long</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ere mortals had found a tongue;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The heart of the waves with wrath was wrung</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or soothed to a siren strain,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As they tossed the primitive isles among</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or slept in the open main.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Such was the song and its changes free,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Such was the song of the sea.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The song of the sea took a human tone</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the days of the coming of man;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A mournfuller meaning swelled her moan,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And fiercer her riots ran;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Because that her stately voice began</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To speak of our human woes;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With music mighty to grasp and span</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Life’s tale and its passion-throes.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Such was the song as it grew to be,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Such was the song of the sea.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The song of the sea was a hungry sound</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As the human years unrolled;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For the notes were hoarse with the doomed and drowned,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or choked with a shipwreck’s gold;</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Till it seemed no dirge above the mould</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">So sorry a story said</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As the midnight cry of the waters old</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Calling above their dead.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Such is the song and its threnody,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Such is the song of the sea.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The song of the sea is a wondrous lay,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For it mirrors human life;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It is grave and great as the judgment day,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It is torn with the thought of strife;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Yet under the stars it is smooth and rife</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With love-lights everywhere,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When the sky has taken the deep to wife</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And their wedding-day is fair&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Such is the ocean’s mystery,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Such is the song of the sea.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Richard Burton</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Farewell">
+ <i>Farewell</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">N</span><span class="upper-case">ot</span> soon shall I forget—a sheet</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of golden water, cold and sweet,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The young moon with her head in veils</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of silver, and the nightingales.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">A wain of hay came up the lane&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">O fields I shall not walk again,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And trees I shall not see, so still</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Against a sky of daffodil!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Fields where my happy heart had rest,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And where my heart was heaviest,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</span> <div class="verse indent0">I shall remember them at peace</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Drenched in moon-silver like a fleece.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The golden water sweet and cold,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The moon of silver and of gold,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The dew upon the gray grass-spears,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I shall remember them with tears.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Katherine Tynan</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Return">
+ <i>The Return</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">will</span> go back to the great sweet mother,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Mother and lover of men, the sea.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I will go down to her, I and none other,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Close with her, kiss her, and mix her with me;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Cling to her, strive with her, hold her fast;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">O fair white mother, in days long past</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Born without sister, born without brother,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Set free my soul as thy soul is free.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">O fair green-girdled mother of mine,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Sea, that art clothed with the sun and the rain,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Thy sweet hard kisses are strong like wine,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Thy large embraces are keen like pain.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Save me and hide me with all thy waves,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Find me one grave of thy thousand graves,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Those pure cold populous graves of thine,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Wrought without hand in a world without stain.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I shall sleep, and move with the moving ships,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Change as the winds change, veer in the tide;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">My lips will feast on the foam of thy lips,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</span> <div class="verse indent2">I shall rise with thy rising, with thee subside;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Sleep, and not know if she be, if she were,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Filled full with life to the eyes and hair,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As a rose is fulfilled to the roseleaf tips</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">With splendid summer and perfume and pride.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">This woven raiment of nights and days,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Were it once cast off and unwound from me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Naked and glad would I walk in thy ways,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Alive and aware of thy ways and thee;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Clear of the whole world, hidden at home,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Clothed with the green and crowned with the foam,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A pulse of the life of thy straits and bays,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">A vein in the heart of the streams of the sea.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Fair mother, fed with the lives of men,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Thou art subtle and cruel of heart, men say</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Thou hast taken, and shalt not render again;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Thou art full of thy dead, and cold as they.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But death is the worst that comes of thee;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Thou art fed with our dead, O mother, O sea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But when hast thou fed on our hearts? or when,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Having given us love, hast thou taken away?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">O tender-hearted, O perfect lover,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Thy lips are bitter, and sweet thine heart.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Thy hopes that hurt and the dreams that hover,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Shall they not vanish away and apart?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But thou, thou art sure, thou art older than earth;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Thou art strong for death and fruitful of birth;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Thy depths conceal and thy gulfs discover;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">From the first thou wert, from the end thou art.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Algernon Charles Swinburne</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Port_o_Hearts_Desire">
+ <i>The Port o’ Heart’s Desire</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">D</span><span class="upper-case">own</span> around the quay they lie, the ships that sail to sea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On shore the brown-cheeked sailormen they pass the jest with me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But soon their ships will sail away with winds that never tire,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And there’s one that will be sailing to the Port o’ Heart’s Desire.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The Port o’ Heart’s Desire, and it’s, oh, that port for me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And that’s the ship that I love best of all that sail the sea;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Its hold is filled with memories, its prow it points away</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To the Port o’ Heart’s Desire, where I roamed a boy at play.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ships that sail for gold there be, and ships that sail for fame,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And some were filled with jewels bright when from Cathay they came,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But give me still yon white sail in the sunset’s mystic fire,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That the running tides will carry to the Port o’ Heart’s Desire.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">It’s you may have the gold and fame, and all the jewels, too,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And all the ships, if they were mine, I’d gladly give to you,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I’d give them all right gladly, with their gold and fame entire,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">If you would set me down within the Port o’ Heart’s Desire.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, speed you, white-winged ship of mine, oh, speed you to the sea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Some other day, some other tide, come back again for me;</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Come back with all the memories, the joys and e’en the pain,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And take me to the golden hills of boyhood once again.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>John S. McGroarty</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Sea-Urge">
+ <i>Sea-Urge</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">O</span><span class="upper-case">h</span>, to feel the tremble of a ship beneath my feet again,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Now that April’s urge is running riot in the tide,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where gray gull dips to white gull and the salt spray leaps to meet them</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Out across blue water where the tall ships ride.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Freshets in the mountain streams and floods along the river</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Go rushing down to join the tossing tumult of the sea.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the April urge that drives them sets the sailor’s heart aquiver</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With the joy of ocean madness when the sails flap free.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Unknown</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Ocean">
+ <i>The Ocean</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent2"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">here</span> is a pleasure in the pathless woods,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">There is a rapture on the lonely shore,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">There is society, where none intrudes,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I love not man the less, but Nature more,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">From these our interviews, in which I steal</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">From all I may be, or have been before,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To mingle with the Universe, and feel</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent2">Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean—roll!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Man marks the earth with ruin—his control</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Stops with the shore;—upon the watery plain</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">A shadow of man’s ravage, save his own,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">When, for a moment, like a drop of rain,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">He sinks into thy depth with bubbling groan,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent2">His steps are not upon thy paths,—thy fields</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Are not a spoil for him,—thou dost arise</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">For earth’s destruction thou dost all despise,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And send’st him, shivering in thy playful spray,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">His petty hope in some near port or bay,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And dashest him again to earth:—there let him lay.</div>
+ </div>
+<hr class="tb">
+
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent2">Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty’s form</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Glasses itself in tempests; in all time,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Calm or convulsed—in breeze, or gale, or storm,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Dark-heaving;—boundless, endless, and sublime&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The image of Eternity—the throne</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The monsters of the deep are made; each zone</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent2">And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I wantoned with thy breakers—they to me</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Were a delight; and if the freshening sea</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</span> <div class="verse indent2">Made them a terror—’twas a pleasing fear,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">For I was, as it were, a child of thee,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And trusted to thy billows far and near,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And laid my hand upon thy mane—as I do here.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Lord Byron</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_Song_of_Desire">
+ <i>A Song of Desire</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">hou</span> dreamer with the million moods,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Of restless heart like me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Lay thy white hands against my breast</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And cool its pain, O Sea!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">O wanderer of the unseen paths,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Restless of heart as I,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Blow hither, from thy caves of blue,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Wind of the healing sky!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">O treader of the fiery way,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">With passionate heart like mine,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Hold to my lips thy healthful cup</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Brimmed with its blood-red wine!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">O countless watchers of the night,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Of sleepless heart like me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Pour your white beauty in my soul,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Till I grow calm as ye!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">O Sea, O Sun, O Wind and Stars,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">(O hungry heart that longs!)</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Feed my starved lips with life, with love,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And touch my tongue with songs!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Frederic Lawrence Knowles</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_Sea_Change">
+ <i>A Sea Change</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">H</span><span class="upper-case">eavy</span> with unshed tears—weary with pain,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">At last life brought me to the sea again,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where beauty spoke above my grief’s demands.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I heard the singing surf—watched sea-birds fly;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I saw a pine-tree etched against the sky,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And crushed the bay-leaves in my tired hands.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Loveliness filled my spirit like a cup:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A sense of healing and of peace welled up</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Which but the sea to the sea-lover brings.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I did not hope; I did not even pray;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But as upon that sun-warmed rock I lay</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Joy stirred within me with a lift of wings.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Dorothy Peace</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Twilight_At_Sea">
+ <i>Twilight At Sea</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> twilight hours, like birds, flew by,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">As lightly and as free,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ten thousand stars were in the sky,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Ten thousand on the sea;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For every wave, with dimpled face,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">That leaped upon the air,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Had caught a star in its embrace,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And held it trembling there.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Amelia C. Welby</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Sea-Song">
+ <i>Sea-Song</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">o-day</span> was a sea-gull day, dear heart, to-day was a sea-gull day,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With a touch of wind, and the beat of surf, and the breath of the driven spray</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Blue of the sky, and blue of the sea, and the white clouds scudding far,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And my longings swept to the sky-line dim like moths to a candle star.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">To-day was a sea-gull day, dear heart, that sparkled with sun-flecked blue,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But it bound my heart with a wave-linked chain and bore it away from you.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It stole it far from my hearth and you, though we two sat side by side,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For my heart it tugged like an anchored ship that strains with the seaward tide.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And when we wandered back home, dear heart, so soberly wandered home,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">My eyes were blind with the sun-washed gold, and dim with the lunging foam,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And my heart came swaggering on beside, from the wake of the distant ships,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With the lilt of a deep sea chanty-strain like wine on its reckless lips!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Martha Haskell Clark</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Deep_Down">
+ <i>Deep Down</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> lights are on the harbor,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the ships at anchor ride&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Blow she high, blow she low, let’er blow!</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</span> <div class="verse indent0">We’re outward bound at dawning</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With the turning of the tide,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And Davy Jones is waiting down below,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Old Davy Jones is watching down below, below, below,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Down deep, deep down, down below.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Now, here’s to hearty weather,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And here’s to starry skies&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Up she goes, down she goes, bullies, Oh!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And here’s to all the ladies,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And damn old Davy’s eyes,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Long may we keep him waiting down below!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Old thieving, crimping Davy, down below, below, below,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Down deep, deep down, down below.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">At Rio, Hull or Sidney,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I’ll meet you all again,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">So here’s good luck, my bullies, ere we go,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or I’ll find a berth ’longside you</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the port o’ missing men,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where Davy Jones is waiting down below,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where Davy Jones is watching down below, below, below,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Down deep, deep down, down below.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>James Stuart Montgomery</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_106"></a><a id="Page_107"></a>[Pg 107]</span></p>
+
+
+ <p class="ph2 ep4" id="The_Winds_of_Heaven">
+ <i>The Winds of Heaven</i>
+ </p>
+</div>
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</span></p>
+<blockquote class="ep4" style="margin: auto; width: 80%;">
+<p>“<i>Life is sweet, brother.</i>”</p>
+
+<p>“<i>Do you think so?</i>”</p>
+
+<p>“<i>Think so? There’s Night and Day, brother, both sweet
+things; sun, moon and stars, brother, all sweet things;
+There’s likewise a wind on the heath.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>Life is very sweet brother.</i>”</p>
+</blockquote>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <span class="smcap">George Borrow</span>
+</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p class="pagenum-decorative pageno">
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+ <span class="pgnum-number" id="Page_109">109</span>
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Do_You_Fear_the_Wind">
+ <i>Do You Fear the Wind?</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">D</span><span class="upper-case">o</span> you fear the force of the wind,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The slash of the rain?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Go face them and fight them,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Be savage again.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Go hungry and cold like the wolf,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Go wade like the crane:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The palms of your hands will thicken,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The skin of your cheeks will tan,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">You’ll grow ragged and weary and swarthy,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">But you’ll walk like a man!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Hamlin Garland</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Hark_to_the_Shouting">
+ <i>Hark to the Shouting
+ Wind</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">H</span><span class="upper-case">ark</span> to the shouting Wind!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Hark to the flying Rain!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I care not though I never see</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A bright blue sky again.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">There are thoughts in my breast to-day</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That are not for human speech;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But I hear them in the driving storm,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the roar upon the beach.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And oh, to be with that ship</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That I watched through the blinding brine!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">O Wind! for thy sweepy land and sea!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">O Sea! for a voice like thine!</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Shout on, thou pitiless Wind,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To the frightened and flying Rain!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I care not though I never see</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A calm blue sky again.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Henry Timrod</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Who_Has_Seen_the_Wind">
+ <i>Who Has Seen the Wind?</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">W</span><span class="upper-case">ho</span> has seen the wind?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Neither I nor you:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But when the leaves hang trembling,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The wind is passing thro’.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Who has seen the wind?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Neither you nor I:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But when the trees bow down their heads,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The wind is passing by.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Christina Rossetti</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Wind">
+ <i>Wind</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">W</span><span class="upper-case">ind</span>, wind—heather gipsy</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Whistling in my tree!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">All the heart of me is tipsy</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On the sound of thee.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Sweet with scent of clover,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Salt with breath of sea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Wind, wind—wayman lover,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Whistling in my tree!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>John Galsworthy</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Sea-Wind">
+ <i>The Sea-Wind</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">W</span><span class="upper-case">innow</span> me through with thy keen clear breath,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Wind with the tang of the sea!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Speed through the closing gates of day,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Find me, and fold me, and have thy way,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And take thy will of me!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Use my soul as you use the sky,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Gray sky of this sullen day!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Clear its doubt as you speed its wrack</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Of storm-clouds burning its splendor back,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Giving it gold for gray!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Bring me word of the moving ships,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Halyards and straining spars;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Come to me clear from the sea’s wide breast</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">While the last lights die in the yellow west</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Under the first white stars!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Batter the closed doors of my heart</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And set my spirit free!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For I stifle here in this crowded place</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Sick for the tenantless fields of space,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Wind with the tang of the sea!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Arthur Ketchum</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="I_Meant_to_Do_My">
+ <i>I Meant to Do My
+ Work Today</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">meant</span> to do my work to-day&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">But a brown bird sang in the apple-tree</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And a butterfly flitted across the field,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And all the leaves were calling me.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the wind went sighing over the land,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Tossing the grasses to and fro,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And a rainbow held out its shining hand&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">So what could I do but laugh and go?</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Richard Le Gallienne</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="That_Wind_Is_Best">
+ <i>That Wind Is Best</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">W</span><span class="upper-case">hichever</span> way the wind doth blow</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Some heart is glad to have it so;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Then blow it east or blow it west,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The wind that blows, that wind is best.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Then, whatsoever wind doth blow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">My heart is glad to have it so;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And blow it east or blow it west,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The wind that blows, that wind is best.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Caroline Atherton Mason</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Happy_Wind">
+ <i>Happy Wind</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">O</span><span class="upper-case">h</span>, happy wind, how sweet</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Thy life must be!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The great, proud fields of gold</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Run after thee:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And here are flowers, with heads</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To nod and shake;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And dreaming butterflies</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To tease and wake.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, happy wind, I say,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To be alive this day.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>William H. Davies</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Wind-Litany">
+ <i>Wind-Litany</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.3em;">I</span><span class="upper-case">n</span> this world I shall not find</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Any Comforter like Wind,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Any friend to so endure,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Any love so strong, so sure.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I was born when Wind with Star</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Linked its magic, and from far</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Whispered out my destiny&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the Winds have brothered me.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Strong young hill-winds roistering</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Up the steep with me and Spring,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Wild wet thrilling ocean-gales</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Flinging out my swelling sails,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or the little dawning-airs</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Rising pure as baby-prayers&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">These have loved me since my birth</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On the wind-swept swinging earth.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Rose-perfumed night-air that slips</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Like a kiss across my lips,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Smoke-tanged wood-breath—they can sweep</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">All old childhood from its sleep</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Underneath thick-fallen days</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Heaped and dun across my ways;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For until the end shall be,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Scent o’ wind is Memory.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I remember when befell</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Heartbreak fierce, intolerable,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And no voice or touch but bound</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Deeper torment on the wound:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Yet a little wind could rise</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Stroking cheek and tear-wet eyes,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Breathing, “Hush! All pain shall pass!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Still are winds, and skies, and grass!”</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">God, when all of earth shall lie</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Stripped and new beneath Thine eye,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And Thy gold stars fall unstrung,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And Thy curtain-sky down-flung,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And Thy seas are lifted up</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Whole from out their empty cup,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Grant me still, in Heaven’s place</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Sweet swift winds across my face!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Margaret Widdemer</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_Morning">
+ <i>A Morning</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> glad, mad wind went singing by,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The white clouds drove athwart the blue,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Bold beauty of the morning sky</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And all the world was sun and dew,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And sweet cold air with sudden glints of gold</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Like spilled stars glowing in the cedars’ hold.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I laughed for very joy of life,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Oh, thrilling veins, oh, happy heart,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of this glad world with beauty rife,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Exult that we too are a part;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Rejoice! Rejoice! that miracle of birth</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Gave us this golden heritage of earth.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, bold, blue sky, oh, keen, glad wind,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I wonder me if this may be,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That some day, leaving life behind,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</span> <div class="verse indent2">Our eyes shall view new land, new sea</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">So exquisite that, lo! with thrilling breath,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We shall laugh loud for very joy of death.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Theodosia Garrison</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Winds_Life">
+ <i>The Wind’s Life</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">love</span> the silver-shaken,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The windy tops of trees</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That heave and lift in sequence,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Like running surf of seas,</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">With swathes of changing purples</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And vistas golden-deep</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where, for an unstirred moment,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The sunlight lies asleep.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Harry Kemp</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Mystic">
+ <i>The Mystic</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">have</span> ridden the wind,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have ridden the sea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have ridden the moon and stars.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have set my feet in the stirrup seat</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of a comet coursing Mars.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And everywhere</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Thro’ the earth and air</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">My thought speeds, lightning-shod,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It comes to a place where checking pace</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It cries, “Beyond lies God!”</div>
+ </div>
+<hr class="tb">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</span></p>
+
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have ridden the wind,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have ridden the night,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have ridden the ghosts that flee</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">From the vaults of death like a chilling breath</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Over eternity.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And everywhere</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Is the world laid bare&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ether and star and clod&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Until I wind to its brink and find</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But the cry, “Beyond lies God!”</div>
+ </div>
+<hr class="tb">
+
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have ridden the wind,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have ridden the stars,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have ridden the force that flies</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With far intent thro’ the firmament</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And each to each allies.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And everywhere</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That a thought may dare</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To gallop, mine has trod&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Only to stand at last on the strand</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where just beyond lies God.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Cale Young Rice</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</span></p>
+
+
+ <p class="ph2 ep4" id="The_Hill-Born">
+ <i>The Hill-Born</i>
+ </p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</span></p>
+<p class="ep4" style="margin: auto; width: 80%;">
+ <i>Again among the hills!</i><br>
+ <i>The shaggy hills!</i><br>
+ <i>The clear arousing air comes like a call</i><br>
+ <i>Of bugle notes across the pines, and thrills</i><br>
+ <i>My heart as if a hero had just spoken.</i>
+</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <span class="smcap">Richard Hovey</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p class="pagenum-decorative pageno">
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+ <span class="pgnum-number" id="Page_119">119</span>
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Cry_of_the_Hillborn">
+ <i>The Cry of the Hillborn</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">am</span> homesick for the mountains&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">My heroic mother hills&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the longing that is on me</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No solace ever stills.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I would climb to brooding summits</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With their old untarnished dreams,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Cool my heart in forest shadows</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To the lull of falling streams;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Hear the innocence of aspens</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That babble in the breeze,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the fragrant sudden showers</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That patter on the trees.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I am lonely for my thrushes</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In their hermitage withdrawn,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Toning the quiet transports</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of twilight and of dawn.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I need the pure, strong mornings,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When the soul of day is still,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With the touch of frost that kindles</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The scarlet on the hill;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Lone trails and winding woodroads</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To outlooks wild and high,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the pale moon waiting sundown</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where ledges cut the sky.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I dream of upland clearings</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where cones of sumac burn,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And gaunt and gray-mossed boulders</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Lie deep in beds of fern;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The gray and mottled beeches,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The birches’ satin sheen,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The majesty of hemlocks</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Crowning the blue ravine.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">My eyes dim for the skyline</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where purple peaks aspire,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the forges of the sunset</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Flare up in golden fire.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">There crests look down unheeding</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And see the great winds blow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Tossing the huddled tree-tops</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In gorges far below;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where cloud-mists from the warm earth</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Roll up about their knees,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And hang their filmy tatters</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Like prayers upon the trees.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I cry for night-blue shadows</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On plain and hill and dome,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The spell of old enchantments,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The sorcery of home.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Up_a_Hill_and_a_Hill">
+ <i>Up a Hill and a Hill</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">U</span><span class="upper-case">p</span> a hill and a hill there’s a sudden orchard-slope,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And a little tawny field in the sun;</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</span> <div class="verse indent0">There’s a gray wall that coils like a twist of frayed-out rope,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And grasses nodding news one to one.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Up a hill and a hill there’s a windy place to stand,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And between the apple-boughs to find the blue</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of the sleepy summer sea, past the cliffs of orange sand,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">With the white charmed ships sliding through.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Up a hill and a hill there’s a little house as gray</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">As a stone that the glaciers scored and stained;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With a red rose by the door, and a tangled garden-way,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And a face at the window, checker-paned.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I could climb, I could climb, till the shoes fell off my feet,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Just to find that tawny field above the sea!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Up a hill and a hill,—oh, the honeysuckle’s sweet!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the eyes at the window watch for me!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Fannie Stearns Davis</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Hills">
+ <i>Hills</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">never</span> loved your plains!&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Your gentle valleys,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Your drowsy country lanes</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And pleachèd alleys.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I want my hills!—the trail</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">That scorns the hollow.&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Up, up the ragged shale</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Where few will follow,</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Up, over wooded crest</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And mossy boulder</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</span> <div class="verse indent0">With strong thigh, heaving chest,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And swinging shoulder,</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">So let me hold my way,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">By nothing halted,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Until, at close of day,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I stand, exalted,</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">High on my hills of dream&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Dear hills that know me!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And then, how fair will seem</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The lands below me,</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">How pure, at vesper-time,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The far bells chiming!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">God, give me hills to climb,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And strength for climbing!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Arthur Guiterman</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Again_Among_the_Hills">
+ <i>Again Among the Hills</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">A</span><span class="upper-case">gain</span> among the hills!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The shaggy hills!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The clear arousing air comes like a call</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of bugle notes across the pines, and thrills</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">My heart as if a hero had just spoken.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Again among the hills!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The jubilant, unbroken,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Long dreaming of the hills!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Far off, Ascutney smiles as one at peace;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And over all</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The golden sunlight pours, and fills</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The hollow of the earth, like a god’s joy.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Again among the hills!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The tranquil hills</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That took me as a boy</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And filled my spirit with the silences!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">O indolent, far-reaching hills that lie</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Secure in your own strength, and take your ease</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Like careless giants ’neath the summer sky&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">What is it to you, O hills,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That anxious men should take thought for the morrow?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">What has your might to do with thought or sorrow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or cark and cumber of conflicting wills?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Lone Pine, that thron’st thyself upon the height,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Aloof and kingly, overlooking all,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Yet uncompanioned, with the Day and Night</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For pageant and the winds for festival!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I was thy minion once, and now renew</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Mine ancient fealty&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To that which shaped me still remaining true,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And through allegiance only growing free.</div>
+ </div>
+<hr class="tb">
+
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The rising of the wind among the pines,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The runic wind, full of old legendries!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It talks to the ancient trees</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of sights and signs</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And strange earth-creatures strong to make or mar&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Such tales as when the firelight flickered out</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the old days men heard and had no doubt.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">O wind, what is your spell?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Borne on your cry, the ages slip away,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And lo, I too am of that elder day;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I crouch by the logs and hear</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With credent ear</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And simple marvel the far tales men tell.</div>
+ </div>
+<hr class="tb">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</span></p>
+
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">... Night on the hills!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the ancient stars emerge.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The silence of their mighty distances</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Compels the world to peace. Now sinks the surge</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of life to a soft stir of mountain rills,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And over the swarm and urge</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of eager men sleep falls and darkling ease.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Night on the hills!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Dark mother-Night, draw near;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Lay hands on us and whisper words of cheer</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">So softly, oh, so softly! Now may we</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Be each as one that leaves his midnight task</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And throws his casement open; and the air</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Comes up across the lowlands from the sea</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And cools his temples, as a maid might ask</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With shy caress what speech would never dare;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And he leans back to her demure desires,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And as a dream sees far below</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The city with its lights aglow</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And blesses in his heart his brothers there;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Then toward the eternal stars again aspires.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Richard Hovey</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Hill_Hunger">
+ <i>Hill Hunger</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">want</span> to stride the hills! My feet cry out</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For hills! Oh, I am sick to death of streets:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The nausea of pavements and people always about;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The savagery of mortar and steel that beats</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Me under, hedges me in; the iron shiver</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of traffic!—I want to stride the hills, I want</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Hills toned frantic silver or a quiver</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Of scarlet; hills that hunger and grow gaunt!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I am tired of steps and steps, and a thousand flights</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of stairs resounding, shuffling, quarreling</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With shoes. I want a hill on windy nights,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When April pauses with me, clambering</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Over the purple side to the top, until</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We pull ourselves up by a star—the hill! the hill!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Joseph Auslander</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Afternoon_on_a_Hill">
+ <i>Afternoon on a Hill</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">will</span> be the gladdest thing</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Under the sun!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I will touch a hundred flowers</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And not pick one.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I will look at cliffs and clouds</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">With quiet eyes,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Watch the wind bow down the grass,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the grass rise.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And when lights begin to show</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Up from the town,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I will mark which must be mine,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And then start down!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Edna St. Vincent Millay</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Hills">
+ <i>The Hills</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.8em;">O</span> <span class="upper-case">my</span> Soul, let us go unto our hills,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">We were native to them one day, you and I&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Less dwellers of the earth than of the sky</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Where the holy sense of silence stays and stills,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Like a hand of benediction lifted high.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">We have stayed in this market-place too long;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">We have bartered with the birth-right in our breast;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">We have shamed us with buffoonery and jest,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Nor raised our eyes to where our hills were strong,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Above this petty region of unrest.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">O, my Soul, let us go unto our hills,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To their wonderful, high silence and their might,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Where the old dreams shall whisper us by night</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Till the sullen heart within us stirs and thrills,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And wakes to weep and wonder and delight.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">O my soul, let us go unto our hills.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Theodosia Garrison</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="On_a_Hill">
+ <i>On a Hill</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.5em;">S</span><span class="upper-case">pring</span> on a wind-swept hill!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The grass at our feet</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Sheered into waves of light!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Spring, and the woodbird’s trill!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Spring, and the stars of night</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Turned dewdrops glist’ning sweet.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Earth-chained we stand,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Thinking unearthly things,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Looking across the land,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Over the hills, beyond the sea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Our souls on tireless wings</div>
+ <div class="verse indent4">Soaring Eternity.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Spring! oh, the wind’s rush</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the joyous trees!</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Oh, wide, free sky, and white</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Laughing clouds! And the hush</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When, as a musician’s might,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">God’s Hand rests on His keys.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Irene Rutherford McLeod</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_128"></a><a id="Page_129"></a>[Pg 129]</span></p>
+
+
+ <p class="ph2 ep4" id="Travellers_Joy">
+ <i>Traveller’s Joy</i>
+ </p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</span></p>
+<p class="ep4" style="margin: auto; width: 80%;">
+ <i>Whose farthest footstep never strayed beyond the village of his birth</i><br>
+ <i>Is but a lodger for the night in this old wayside inn of earth.</i><br>
+ <i>Tomorrow he shall take his pack and set out for the ways beyond</i><br>
+ <i>On the old trail from star to star, an alien and a vagabond.</i>
+</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <span class="smcap">Richard Hovey</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p class="pagenum-decorative pageno">
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+ <span class="pgnum-number" id="Page_131">131</span>
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Travellers_Joy_1">
+ <i>Traveller’s Joy</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">W</span><span class="upper-case">hat</span> went you, Pilgrim, for to see?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A sign or wonder-thing maybe?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Some marvel or a holy sight</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As clerks in chronicles do write?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For you have gone and come again,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Now tell us plain?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I saw the sky from rim to rim</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Full-filled with light up to the brim,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As though it were a mighty cup</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To God’s lip holden up.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I saw a river and a down,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A harbor and a little town,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A marshland blue with irises&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I saw all these.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Saw, too, a sedgy pond where lay</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Lilies like anchored stars that Day</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Had ravished from the summer night</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And kept them there alight.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I saw a hill-side gold with furze,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And wildrose banks and junipers</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Distilling fragrance pungent-sweet;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I saw a path that called my feet</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To go with it as any friend,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To heart’s desire at the end.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Sooth, all of these! but ’mid them all</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Did nothing wonderful befall?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No miracle?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Yea, but I have no word to tell</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of that great thing that happened me&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I saw the sea!</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">O wide, and blue and infinite!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">League upon league of space and light!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I think that down this sapphire floor</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">One might walk straight to heaven’s door</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And lift its golden latchet-bar,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Nor find it far</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or very strange, as one would guess,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">After such earthly loveliness.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Poor pilgrim, is this all your store</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of tales to tell? Is there no more</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Than this that any man might show?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Yea, all is told. How should you know</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That I have looked on Beauty’s face,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And being far from men a space</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Have found at springs of Quietness</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The hands that heal, the hands that bless&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Have known the sun and wind and trod</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The holy earth and talked with God!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Arthur Ketchum</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Ellis_Park">
+ <i>Ellis Park</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">L</span><span class="upper-case">ittle</span> park that I pass through,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I carry off a piece of you</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Every morning hurrying down</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To my work-day in the town;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Carry you for country there</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To make the city ways more fair.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I take your trees</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And your breeze,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Your greenness,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Your cleanness,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Some of your shade, some of your sky,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Some of your calm as I go by;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Your flowers to trim</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The pavements grim;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Your space for room in the jostled street,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And grass for carpet to my feet.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Your fountains take and sweet bird calls</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To sing me from my office walls.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">All that I can see</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I carry off with me.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">But you never miss my theft,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">So much treasures you have left.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As I find you, fresh at morning,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">So I find you, home returning,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Nothing lacking from your grace.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">All your riches wait in place</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For me to borrow</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On the morrow.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Do you hear this praise of you,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Little park that I pass through?</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Helen Hoyt</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Afoot_1">
+ <i>Afoot</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">L</span><span class="upper-case">ong</span> is the road ’twixt town and town that runs,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Travelled by many a lordly cavalcade,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With trappings gay, and rich caparisons,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Jester and squire, and laughing knight and maid:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With gallant clash and stir they go their way:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I trudge afoot thro’ all the drouth of day.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">For me, the misty meadows fresh with morn,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent1">The tramp thro’ noontide heat to evening gray,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</span> <div class="verse indent0">The far-seen smoke from the day’s goal upborne,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The halt, the friendly greeting by the way,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The distant hill beyond far hill descried,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The road by day, the rest at eventide.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I know each wayside wood, each moorland brown,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Each hidden by-way and reposeful nook,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where I may linger when the sun goes down,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Dipping tired feet in some cool flowing brook;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I know the free hill and the glooming glen,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And kindly fires, and humble homes of men.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>C. Fox-Smith</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Going_of_His_Feet">
+ <i>The Going of His Feet</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">H</span><span class="upper-case">is</span> feet went here and there</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">About the common earth.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">He touched to grandeur all</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Men held of little worth.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">He loved the growing flowers,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The small bright singing birds,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The patient flocks of sheep,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The many-pastured herds.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The field of rippling corn</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">That shimmered in the sun,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The soft blue smoke of eve</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">That curled when day was done....</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">He did not search afar</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">For what He had to say:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">His mind reached forth and drew</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Its strength from every day:}</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The struggling nets, alive</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">With fish drawn from the sea</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Supplied Him with the apt</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And chosen simile....</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">He saw a neighbor build</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">A house that did not stand&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And men may not forget</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The House Upon The Sand;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">He saw a widow drop</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Her mite into the hoard&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And to eternity</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">That treasure is up-stored;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">He heard a publican</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Who thought none others there&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The souls of all mankind</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Are richer for that prayer....</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">O, Poet of the World,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I pray Thee, come to me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That my lame heart might walk,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">That my dark soul may see;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And teach me, too, to go</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">About the ways of earth</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And find the Wealth of God</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In things of little worth!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Harry Kemp</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Down_East_and_Up_Along">
+ <i>Down East and Up Along</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">D</span><span class="upper-case">own</span> east and up along the fringy coast of Maine</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There’s rumor of the summer and the warm soft rain.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There’s lisp of little leaves astir in the heart of every tree,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</span> <div class="verse indent0">There’s gossip in the grasses that run down to meet the sea.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In my heart I hear them calling like a siren’s song,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">“Come and share the glories of down east and up along!”</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Down east and up along the brooks are flowing full,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The gray sea is blue again, the spring tides pull,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The keening of the winter wind no longer haunts the seas,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There’s the velvet touch of raindrops upon the southern breeze.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The throb of life resurgent is calling loud and long,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">“Come and share the glories of down east and up along!”</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Down east and up along the sun is warm again,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Calling to the hungry hearts of city-weary men.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Telling of the golden days in a land of woods and sea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A land of summer glory and of autumn ecstasy.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">You can almost hear the music of the hovering angel throng,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For the very edge of Heaven lies down east and up along!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Edwin Osgood Grover</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Joys_of_the_Road">
+ <i>The Joys of the Road</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">N</span><span class="upper-case">ow</span> the joys of the road are chiefly these:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A crimson touch on the hard-wood trees;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">A vagrant’s morning wide and blue,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In early fall, when the wind walks, too;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">A shadowy highway cool and brown,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Alluring up and enticing down</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">From rippled water to dappled swamp,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">From purple glory to scarlet pomp;</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The outward eye, the quiet will,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the striding hart from hill to hill;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The tempter apple over the fence;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The cobweb bloom on the yellow quince;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The palish asters along the wood,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A lyric touch of the solitude;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">An open hand, an easy shoe,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And a hope to make the day go through,&#8288;—</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Another to sleep with, and a third</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To wake me up at the voice of a bird;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The resonant, far-listening morn,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the hoarse whisper of the corn;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The crickets mourning their comrades lost,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the night’s retreat from the gathering frost</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">(Or is it their slogan, plaintive and shrill,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As they beat on their corselets, valiant still?)</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">A hunger fit for the kings of the sea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And a loaf of bread for Dickon and me;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">A thirst like that of the Thirsty Sword,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And a jug of cider on the board;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">An idle noon, a bubbling spring,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The sea in the pine-tops murmuring;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">A scrap of gossip at the ferry;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A comrade neither glum nor merry,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Asking nothing, revealing naught,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But minting his words from a fund of thought,</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">A keeper of silence eloquent,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Needy, yet royally well content,</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of the mettled breed, yet abhorring strife,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And full of the mellow juice of life,</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">No fidget and no reformer, just</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A calm observer of ought and must,</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">A lover of books, but a reader of man,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No cynic and no charlatan,</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Who never defers and never demands,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But smiling, takes the world in his hands,&#8288;—</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Seeing it good as when God first saw</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And gave it the weight of His will for law.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And Oh, the joy that is never won,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But follows and follows the journeying sun,</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">By marsh and tide, by meadow and stream,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A will-o’-the-wisp, a light-o’-dream,</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Delusion afar, delight anear,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">From morrow to morrow, from year to year,</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">A jack-o’-lantern, a fairy fire,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A dare, a bliss, and a desire!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The racy smell of the forest loam,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When the stealthy, sad-heart leaves go home;</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">(O leaves, O leaves, I am one with you,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of the mould and the sun and the wind and the dew!)</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The broad gold wake of the afternoon;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The silent fleck of the cold new moon;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The sound of the hollow sea’s release</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">From stormy tumult to starry peace;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">With only another league to wend;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And two brown arms at the journey’s end!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">These are the joys of the open road&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For him who travels without a load.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Song_of_the_Open">
+ <i>Song of the Open</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">here’s</span> a whisper in the orchard, there’s a laughter in the breeze,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There’s a catbird’s chuckle in the maple tree;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the wind has come from westward, scattering the maple-keys.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, it’s time to break your fetters and be free!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">All the rain’s astir and calling, all the grass is wet and brown,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">All the world waits just beyond the window-pane;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the day is dull and dripping in the gray, gas-lighted town,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But the country’s fresh and clean with fall again.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, it’s out along the prairie with the cool rain in your face,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And it’s out along the river flowing free,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And it’s out across the hill-tops in a flying-footed race</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With just your heart to bear you company.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">There’s the prairie curving softly with its golden blooms aglow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the purple splashes on its ripened flanks;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the idle grassy hollows where the brilliant salvias grow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the sturdy cat-tails marshal out their ranks.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ah, the scarlet of the orchards and the saffron of the fields!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ah, the purple of the vineyards in the sun!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ah, the river in the sunlight, flashing silver as a shield</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For a moment—and your Indian summer’s done.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">So it’s home along the prairie with the north wind blowing chill,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And it’s home across the meadow’s heaving sea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And it’s home with winter shouting just beyond the farthest hill,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But yet the road is open and is free.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Sara Hamilton Birchall</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Rebellion">
+ <i>Rebellion</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">o</span> wake at morn,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And hear the little laugh</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of the lake-wind in the trees;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To watch at dawn</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The earliest sunbeam kiss</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The mist-crowned, towering peaks</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And glide down to the plains.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent2">Ah, that is Life!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Not this&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To wake at morn,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And hear the swelling roar</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of Man, Beast and Machine,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Toiling in murky air</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And a city’s sweat!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent2">At noon to dream</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where Nature’s bowers are hid</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Beneath an arch</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of twined and intersticing vines,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">While on the air</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Quivers the chanting of the sighing woods,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the songs of mating birds.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent2">Ah, that is Life!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Not this&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">At noon to pause,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And lay aside the pen for one brief hour:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Then to return, as I did yesterday,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Will do to-morrow and on all to-morrows&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Oh, Fool, Machine, and Slave!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent2">Again at dusk,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To watch the sun’s last ray</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Fade in the west;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To feel Earth’s grand transition</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">From day to night&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That moment when the world</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Pauses and knows itself!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The Angelus chimes</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And echoes round the Earth;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent2">Here the Muezzin’s call,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">There a child’s lullaby,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And now a poor serf’s prayer....</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Earth’s evensong!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">To hear that is to live!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Not this&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To breast the roaring surge</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of thousands, pale and tired, dead in soul,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Crowding with merciless haste toward home.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Home?...</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Past ere the sweet of home has touched the sense!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To toil that we may sleep</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">That better we may toil;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To toil that we may eat,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">That better we may toil.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ay, that is Life; but still&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">But still we dream!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Stephen Chalmers</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Tree-Top_Road">
+ <i>The Tree-Top Road</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">L</span><span class="upper-case">ife’s</span> sweetest joys are hidden</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In unsubstantial things;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">An April rain, a fragrance,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">A vision of blue wings:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And what are memory and hope</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">But dreams? And yet the bread</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On which these little lives of ours</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Are fed and comforted!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Without imagination</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The soul becomes a clod,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Missing the trail of beauty,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Losing the way to God.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I have built a templed-stair</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</span> <div class="verse indent2">Out of a lilac bloom</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And climbed to heaven with purple pomp</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And censers of perfume!</div>
+ </div>
+<hr class="tb">
+
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have no feud with Labor,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">But at the Gates of June</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I fling away my dusty pack</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And join in Youth’s glad tune.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And just forgetting for a while</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">That I am worn and gray,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Go sailing off with Peter Pan</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Along the Tree-top Way!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>May Riley Smith</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Early_Morning_at_Bargis">
+ <i>Early Morning at Bargis</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">C</span><span class="upper-case">lear</span> air and grassy lea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Stream-song and cattle-bell&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Dear man, what fools are we</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In prison-walls to dwell!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">To live our days apart</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">From green things and wide skies,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And let the wistful heart</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Be cut and crushed with lies!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Bright peaks!—And suddenly</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Light floods the placid dell,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The grass-tops brush my knee:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A good crop it will be,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">So all is well!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">O man, what fools are we</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In prison-walls to dwell!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Hermann Hagedorn</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Denial">
+ <i>Denial</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.3em;">I</span><span class="upper-case">t</span> is not down this road I walk,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Or through these brown-leaved trees;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For in my heart I loiter where</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The clover calls the bees;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where trees are green and streams are warm,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And drowsy life is sweet&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It is not down this lane I go</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">With tired, reluctant feet.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Lancaster Pollard</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_la_Belle_Etoile">
+ <i>“A la Belle Étoile”</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">O</span><span class="upper-case">h</span>, who will lodge at my Inn tonight,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And live both fair and fine,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With a blossoming blackberry vine for a gate,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And a friendly star for a sign?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Good sir, my Inn is a gentle Inn,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The wine is sweet and old;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">’Tis Adam’s, sir, with a fine bouquet,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the color of liquid gold.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The carriages roll on the rocky road</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To a musty house afar;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But the gentlefolk stop by the blackberry gate</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">At the Inn of the Beautiful Star.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Sweet fern, sweet fern for your pillow, sir,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And a quick-eared faun for your mate,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And a firefly’s light for your candle bright&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Good sooth, we sleep in state.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The winds go murmuring by at dusk</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And call you up at dawn,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To walk through the fairies’ handkerchiefs</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And startle a sleeping fawn.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">When day is red on the river’s bed,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And bright on quartz and spar,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We’ll say our short St. Martin’s grace</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">At the Inn of the Beautiful Star.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The blackberry vine is a maiden now,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With her pale stars in the dew;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Come back next month, good sir, there’ll be</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Sweet blackberries for you.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">We’ll wish you luck from the blackberry gate.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Although you wander far,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">’Tis here that you’ll come home at last&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To our Inn of the Beautiful Star.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Sara Hamilton Birchall</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Journey">
+ <i>Journey</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">A</span><span class="upper-case">h</span>, could I lay me down in this long grass</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Blow over me,—I am so tired, so tired</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of passing pleasant places! All my life,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Following Care along the dusty road,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Have I looked back at loveliness and sighed;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Yet at my hand an unrelenting hand</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Tugged ever, and I passed. All my life long</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Over my shoulder have I looked at peace;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And now I fain would lie in this long grass</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And close my eyes,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent6">Yet onward!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent18">Cat-birds call</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Through the long afternoon, and creeks at dusk</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Are guttural. Whippoorwills wake and cry,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Drawing the twilight close about their throats.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Only my heart makes answer. Eager vines</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Go up the rocks and wait; flushed apple-trees</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Pause in their dance and break the ring for me;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Dim, shady wood-roads, redolent of fern</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And bayberry, that through sweet bevies thread</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of round-faced roses, pink and petulant,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Look back and beckon ere they disappear.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Only my heart, only my heart responds,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Yet, ah, my path is sweet on either side</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">All through the dragging day,—sharp underfoot,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And hot, and like dead mist the dry dust hangs&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But far, oh, far as passionate eye can reach,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And long, ah, long as rapturous eye can cling,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The world is mine; blue hill, still silver lake,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A gateless garden, and an open path;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">My feet to follow, and my heart to hold.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Edna St. Vincent Millay</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Sojourner">
+ <i>The Sojourner</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">will</span> arise and go; the wind is fain of me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The laughing wind that stirs my climbing rose;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The tiny clusters nod and talk together,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But what their secret may be, no one knows.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I will arise and go; the wind is fain of me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The rose is heavy in the southern town,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The wild geese travel northward in the mornings,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The bold-eyed southern spring tears wide her gown.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I will arise and go; the wind is fain of me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The last snow melts beneath the gray stone walls,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The green young sedges fringe the river-margin,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And in my heart the Northland calls and calls.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I will arise and go; the wind is fain of me.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Too long I wait in summer’s tasselled hall,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Too long I dream amid the tulip blossoms,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Too long I linger when I hear the call.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I will arise and go to seek the mountains,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I will return my playfellows to greet;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Once more the open hills and the sweet meadow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Once more the virgin Northland’s lips to meet.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Sara Hamilton Birchall</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Travellers_Rest">
+ <i>Traveller’s Rest</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">W</span><span class="upper-case">hen</span> you are tired of the long road and the open sky,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I wish it may be my door that you’re passing by:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I wish it may be my hearth where you will sit down</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And tell your tales of the land and sea and the strange far town.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, come you in from eastward or come you in from the west,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Here’s good cheer to greet you and welcome of the best:</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Oh, come you with your pockets full or come you home poor,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Here’s a place by the fireside and an open door.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">You’ll tell me where you were since, and the things you’ve seen</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Up and down the wide world where so long you’ve been,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">All the time that I’ve been here and you far away,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And then awhile be silent, as good friends may.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And then awhile listen to the wind and rain,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Moaning in the chimney-breast, beating at the pane,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Dark and cold outside there, and the stormy skies,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And you sitting down here with the firelight in your eyes.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>C. Fox-Smith</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Far_From_the_Madding">
+ <i>Far From the Madding
+ Crowd</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.3em;">I</span><span class="upper-case">t</span> seems to me I’d like to go</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where bells don’t ring nor whistles blow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Nor clocks don’t strike nor gongs don’t sound,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But where there’s stillness all around.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Not real still stillness; just the trees’</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Low whisperings or the croon of bees;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The drowsy tinklings of the rill,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or twilight song of whippoorwill.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">’Twould be a joy could I behold</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The dappled fields of green and gold,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or in the cool, sweet clover lie</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And watch the cloud-ships drifting by.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I’d like to find some quaint old boat,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And fold its oars, and with it float</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Along the lazy, limpid stream</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where water-lilies drowse and dream.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Sometimes it seems to me I must</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Just quit the city’s din and dust,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For fields of green and skies of blue;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And, say! How does it seem to you?</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Nixon Waterman</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Streams">
+ <i>Streams</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">so</span> love water-laughter,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Its bubbling flecks and gleams,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I pray in the hereafter</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">There somewhere may be streams.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I’d have for my companion</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In some celestial nook,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Beneath a spreading banyan,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The music of a brook.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Its measures would entice me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Uncumbered by the clay,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Its melody suffice me</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Till drooped the heavenly day.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Then its all-liquid laughter</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Would murmur through my dreams;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I pray in the hereafter</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">There somewhere may be streams.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Clinton Scollard</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Call_1">
+ <i>The Call</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">must</span> get out to the woods again, to the whispering tree and the birds awing,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Away from the haunts of pale-faced men, to the spaces wide where strength is king;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I must get out where the skies are blue and the air is clean and the rest is sweet,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Out where there’s never a task to do or a goal to reach or a foe to meet.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I must get out on the trails once more that wind through shadowy haunts and cool,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Away from the presence of wall and door, and see myself in a crystal pool;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I must get out with the silent things, where neither laughter nor hate is heard,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where malice never the humblest stings and no one is hurt by a spoken word.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, I’ve heard the call of the tall white pine, and heard the call of the running brook,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I’m tired of the tasks which each day are mine, I’m weary of reading a printed book,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I want to get out of the din and strife, the clank and clamor of turning wheel,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And walk for a day where life is life, and the joys are true and the pictures real.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Edgar A. Guest</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Road_that_Leads_to">
+ <i>The Road that Leads to
+ Home</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">M</span><span class="upper-case">y</span> road is a by-road, with big trees reaching high,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A tapestry of living green against a sapphire sky;</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</span> <div class="verse indent0">An olden road, a golden road, is the road I love to roam</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A gleaming road, a dreaming road, the road that leads to home.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">My road is a shy road, where whispering lovers stray</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And breathe the scent of the bramble-rose and fields of new-mown hay;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A road to woo with a song or two, ere the day has yet begun,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A smiling road, a beguiling road, that dips into the sun.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">My road is a by-road, where townfolk never tread,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With wild wind flowers in the grass, and green leaves overhead;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, dawn-mist road, oh, star-kissed road, across the white sea foam</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I hear you crying, hear you sighing, calling the wand’rer home.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Ethel E. Mannin</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_152"></a><a id="Page_153"></a>[Pg 153]</span></p>
+
+
+ <p class="ph2 ep4" id="Echoes_from_Vagabondia">
+ <i>Echoes from Vagabondia</i>
+ </p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</span></p>
+<p class="ep4" style="margin: auto; width: 80%;">
+ <i>The bed was made, the room was fit, by punctual eve the stars were lit.</i><br>
+ <i>The air was still, the water ran, no need was there for maid or man,</i><br>
+ <i>When we put up, my ass and I, at God’s green caravanserai.</i>
+</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <span class="smcap">Robert Louis Stevenson</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p class="pagenum-decorative pageno">
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+ <span class="pgnum-number" id="Page_155">155</span>
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Wanderthirst">
+ <i>Wanderthirst</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">B</span><span class="upper-case">eyond</span> the East the sunrise, beyond the West the sea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And East and West the wanderthirst that will not let me be;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It works in me like madness, to bid me say good-bye;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For the seas call and the stars call, and oh! the call of the sky.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I know not where the white road runs, nor what the blue hills are,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But a man can have the Sun for friend, and for his guide a star;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And there’s no end of voyaging when once the voice is heard,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For the river calls and the road calls, and oh! the call of a bird!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Yonder the long horizon lies, and there by night and day</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The old ships draw to home again, the young ships sail away;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And come I may, but go I must, and, if men ask you why,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">You may put the blame on the stars and the sun and the white road and the sky.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Gerald Gould</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Vagabond">
+ <i>The Vagabond</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">o</span> tread the path of glory needs a braver soul than I,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A man who will not stop to watch the white clouds drifting by,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A man who will not pause to throw a pebble in a stream</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or stretch full length upon its bank, the captive of a dream.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">A braver soul than I must tread the rugged way and long,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A man who will not stop to catch the wild canary’s song,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A man who’ll pass a thousand charms and never turn to see</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The beauty of the petaled dress upon an apple tree.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">To tread the path of glory needs a stronger soul than mine,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A man that isn’t tempted when the air is sharp as wine,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A man that has no vision save the golden goal he seeks,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And doesn’t hear the language which the voice of nature speaks.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">But I am prey to woods and fields, to sunny hills and streams,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I’ve a soul which likes to drift and tease itself with dreams,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And weak am I that should be strong—a sunbeam on a pond</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Has but to wink an eye at me, and I’m a vagabond.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Edgar A. Guest</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Gipsy_Song">
+ <i>Gipsy Song</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">G</span><span class="upper-case">ipsy</span>, gipsy, gipsy girl!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">April’s at the door,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">April’s whistling through the wood&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Must I call once more?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Gipsy, gipsy, gipsy girl!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Keen across the night</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Hylas flutes among the pools</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the road’s moon-white.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Gipsy, gipsy, gipsy girl!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Must I whistle still,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Waiting at your silent door</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On the ferny hill?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Moonlit road and breaking sea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Wet wind from the south!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Gipsy, all your lover lacks</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Is your scarlet mouth!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Sara Hamilton Birchall</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Road_To_Vagabondia">
+ <i>The Road To Vagabondia</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">H</span><span class="upper-case">e</span> was sitting on a doorstep as I went strolling by;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A lonely little beggar with a wistful, homesick eye&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And he wasn’t what you’d borrow</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And he wasn’t what you’d steal&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But I guessed his heart was breaking,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">So I whistled him to heel.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">They had stoned him through the city streets and naught the city cared,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But I was heading outward and the roads are sweeter shared,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">So I took him for a comrade and I whistled him away&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On the road to Vagabondia that lies across the day.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Yellow dog he was; but bless you—he was just the chap for me!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For I’d rather have an inch of dog than miles of pedigree.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">So we stole away together on the road that has no end</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With a new-coined day to fling away and all the stars to spend!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, to walk the road at morning, when the wind is blowing clean,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And the yellow daisies fling their gold across a world of green&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For the wind it heals the heart-aches and the sun it dries the scars,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On the road to Vagabondia that lies beneath the stars.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">’Twas the wonder of the going cast a spell about our feet&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We walked because the world was young, because the way was sweet;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And we slept in wild-rose meadows by the little wayside farms,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">’Til the Dawn came up the highroad with the dead moon in her arms.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, the Dawn it went before us through a shining lane of skies,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the Dream was at our heartstrings and the light was in our eyes,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And we made no boast of glory and we made no boast of birth,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On the road to Vagabondia that lies across the earth.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Dana Burnet</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Gipsy_Feet">
+ <i>Gipsy Feet</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">O</span><span class="upper-case">h</span>, gipsy hearts are many enough, but gipsy feet are few!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Many’s the one that loves to dream night-long of stars and dew:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Many’s the one that loves the scent of wood-smoke by the way,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And turns a leaping longing heart to every dawn of day.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Gipsy hearts are many enough, but gipsy feet are few.&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ah, how ill it is to bide unloosed the long year through!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Up and down the loud gray streets, stared at, staring back,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Through tarnished trails of the staggering sun and soot-fog ochre-black;&#8288;—</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Dressed in heavy and sober togs, eating of heavy fare,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Hailed by only the screaming street, “Mind! step lively there!”</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Crook-backed over a dusty desk,—bothering to and fro</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There in the dull and airless house,—ah, to cut and go!&#8288;—</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Up the hill-roads into the day! Over the sea-ward fells,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Watch the thistle-down dip, and hear the thin sheep’s huddling bells;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Run like fire along the field, worship the heart of the wood,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Kneel by the spring that splits the rock, and find the white rain good.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">—Oh, gipsy hearts are many enough, but gipsy feet are few;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And secret gods must we worship still, if we worship fire and dew.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For we must bend at the dusty desk, and over the counter lean,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Toil and moil in the sun-starved house, though leaves blow red or green.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">God, great God of the wind’s caress, God of the sea’s salute,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Why are we chained and muzzled and meshed more than our brother the brute?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Shall there be never a day that all of the gipsy hearts may greet,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Laughing out at the lure of the sun for the lift of the gipsy feet?</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">But oh, though that day is far to come, and the feet forget to go free,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Pray God that the hearts may not forget the hurt and the ecstasy!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Pray God that never the fret may fail when the Spring comes over the year,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That never the thin gay autumn dawns may seem less wild and dear.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">For shall it not be the height of Heaven, wonderful, swift, and sweet,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">If into the paths of perilous death may wander the gipsy feet?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">May wander free, with the risk of the road, the road that the glad Dead know,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Out where the fires of God flame high, and the winds of God lean low!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Fannie Stearns Davis</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_Strip_of_Blue">
+ <i>A Strip of Blue</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">do</span> not own an inch of land,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">But all I see is mine,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The orchard and the mowing-fields,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The lawns and gardens fine.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The winds my tax-collectors are,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">They bring me tithes divine,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Wild scents and subtle essences,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">A tribute rare and free;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And, more magnificent than all,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">My window keeps for me</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A glimpse of blue immensity,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">A little strip of sea.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Richer am I than he who owns</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Great fleets and argosies;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have a share in every ship</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Won by the inland breeze</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To loiter on yon airy road,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Above the apple-trees.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I freight them with my untold dreams;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Each bears my own picked crew;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And nobler cargoes wait for them</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Than ever India knew,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">My ships that sail into the East</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Across that outlet blue.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Lucy Larcom</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Black_Ashes">
+ <i>Black Ashes</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.5em;">S</span><span class="upper-case">ometime</span> we shall remember them, the little camping places,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A day long, an hour long, a halt beside the way,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Shall see again before us the mountains’ kindly faces</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With the white roads pleading, leading through the hill-mists wreathing gray.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent4">Lichened spur and creeping trail, sun-gold in the west,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent4">Purple moorland, misty lure-land spreading far beneath;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent4">Red-gold flamelight lifting, drifting, round the pine-dark crest</div>
+ <div class="verse indent4">To dim the little village lights asleep upon the heath.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Sometime we shall remember them, from out the days that bind us,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A year long, a life long, that link and hold us fast,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Will come a breath of twilight blent with woodsmoke to remind us</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of the little camping places in the springtimes that are past.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent4">White-spread dunes and opal sea, gray gulls slant the spray,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent4">Spiced sweetfern by sandy turn where the sun strikes gold,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent4">Scent of woodsmoke, vagrant, fragrant, ah, it haunts the air today</div>
+ <div class="verse indent4">From the little camping places in the Story That Is Told.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Martha Haskell Clark</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Wander_Lure">
+ <i>The Wander Lure</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> robin’s on the wing again; I hear the call o’ spring again,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And fain am I to follow, lass; it calls me not in vain!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Yea, I would join the chorus. Lo! the highway is before us,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2"><i>But what if she, my first beloved, should call to me again?</i></div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The wander lure is part o’ me, and love is in the heart o’ me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And I would tread the road with you that leads beyond the door.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I hear the cry o’ laughter, and my feet would follow after,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2"><i>But what if she, my first beloved, should call to me once more?</i></div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Yea, I will follow you, my lass, around the world and through, my lass,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</span> <div class="verse indent2">To seek the peace o’ summer moons that waits beside the sea.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We’ll leave the past behind us; come, the joy o’ life will find us,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2"><i>But what if she, my first beloved, should call again to me?</i></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Kendall Banning</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Comrades_of_the_Trail">
+ <i>Comrades of the Trail</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">U</span><span class="upper-case">ntil</span> the day the world shall die</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We shall be comrades, you and I.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">For we have seen the morning break</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In golden beauty on that lake</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That rests in intimate grace before</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Our cedar cabin’s unlatched door;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And we have heard the rain at night</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And blessed our driftwood hearthfire light;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Wakened by thunder, we have crept</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Closer and turned again and slept</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">While the trees crashed, weakening,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And blocked our trail up to the spring.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Dangers of cities never draw</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Two close as does the forest’s awe;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Beauties of cities never bind</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Memory and heart and soul and mind</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As does the dawn in forest places,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or tree-rent moonlight on our faces.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Husband and wife! If that were all!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Not vows alone have made us thrall,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</span> <div class="verse indent0">But none can evermore walk free</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Bound to each other as are we,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">By sky and water, fern and tree.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Mary Carolyn Davies</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Vagrant">
+ <i>The Vagrant</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span><span class="upper-case">will</span> leave the dust of the city street and the noise of the busy town</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For the windy moor and the high hill and the peat-stream flowing brown;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I will keep my watch by the camp-fires where the white cliffs lean to the sea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And dawn shall wake me with golden hands and the rain shall walk with me.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I will seek the place where gypsies roam and strange, wild songs are sung;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I will find once more the magic paths I knew when earth was young,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the stars will give me comradeship and the wind will be my friend,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I will send you the fairy gold that lies at the rainbow’s end.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Stretch not your hands nor bid me stay, I hear the white road’s call,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The sun hath kissed the buds from sleep, and I am one with them all;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But I will send you a golden cloak and a pair of silver shoon,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And a dream that the fairies spin from stars on the other side of the moon.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Pauline Slender</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Gipsy_Wedding">
+ <i>The Gipsy Wedding</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">O</span><span class="upper-case">nce</span> more the gipsy aster</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Her flaunting kerchief waves,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Once more along the wood-ways</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">His nuts the squirrel saves;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Once more the vagrant passion</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Stirs heart of man and maid,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Once more it is October,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Once more the spell is laid.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And to Saint Bartel’s altar</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Two come where was but one,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With goldenrod and beechleaf</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Beneath the amber sun;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Two come, Saint Bartelmeo,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With sunbrowned hand in hand,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To pray your blessing, Father,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Upon the golden band.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">There in the tall cathedral</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of tamarack and pine,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The old saint gives the blessing,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The sunbrowned fingers twine.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And down the dusky wood-ways</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The gipsy lad and maid</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Go hand in hand together</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Forever unafraid.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Sara Hamilton Birchall</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Vagabond_At_Home">
+ <i>The Vagabond At Home</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">O</span><span class="upper-case">h</span>, it’s spring once more in France, and it’s spring in gay Algiers,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</span> <div class="verse indent2">And it’s spring along the happy Appian Way;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There are cherries in Japan, and the thrushes’ joy and tears</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Pipe for England, “There is nowhere such a day!”</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">How the call rings clear, commanding: “Hurry over, sail afar</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To the date-tree and the banyan’s dim domain;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To the Yangtze and the Yalu, where the bell-topped temples are;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And remember there are castles left in Spain!”</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">But I hear a whisper steady, blowing down my own home-stream</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Full of all the glad romance I used to know:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent4">“Leave the lands beyond to others;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent4">Our wee woodfolk are your brothers;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the earth is bursting treasure!” So I go.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">When the wander urge is on me, there are never bonds that hold;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">When the summons comes, it never comes in vain;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But the foreign trails are either far too new or far too old&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Give me April in my native woods again!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Ruth Wright Kauffman</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Gipsy_Trail">
+ <i>The Gipsy Trail</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> white moth to the closing vine,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The bee to the open clover,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the gipsy blood to the gipsy blood</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Ever the wide world over.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ever the wide world over, lass,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Ever the trail held true,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Over the world and under the world,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And back at the last to you.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Out of the dark of the gorgio camp,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Out of the grime and the gray</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">(Morning waits at the end of the world),</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Gipsy, come away!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The wild boar to the sun-dried swamp,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The red crane to her reed,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the Romany lass to the Romany lad</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">By the tie of a roving breed.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Morning waits at the end of the world</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Where winds unhaltered play,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Nipping the flanks of their plunging ranks,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Till the white sea-horses neigh.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The pied snake to the rifted rock,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The buck to the stony plain,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the Romany lass to the Romany lad,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And both to the road again.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Both to the road again, again!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Out on a clean sea-track&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Follow the cross of the gipsy trail</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Over the world and back!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Follow the Romany patteran</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">North where the blue bergs sail,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the bows are gray with the frozen spray,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the masts are shod with mail.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Follow the Romany patteran</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Sheer to the Austral Light,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Where the besom of God is the wild south wind,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Sweeping the sea-floors white.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Follow the Romany patteran</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">West to the sinking sun,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Till the junk-sails lift through the houseless drift,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the east and the west are one.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Follow the Romany patteran</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">East where the silence broods</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">By a purple wave on an opal beach</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In the hush of the Mahim Woods.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The deer to the wholesome wold,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the heart of a man to the heart of a maid,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">As it was in the days of old.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The heart of a man to the heart of a maid&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Light of my tents, be fleet!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Morning waits at the end of the world,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the world is all at our feet!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Rudyard Kipling</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="St_Bartholomews_On">
+ <i>St. Bartholomew’s On
+ The Hill</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">B</span><span class="upper-case">artholomew</span>, my brother,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I like your roomy church;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I like your way of leaving</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No sinners in the lurch.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I wish the world were wealthy</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In ministers like you,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</span> <div class="verse indent0">When at the lovely August</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">You give the blessed dew.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I love your rambling Abbey,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">So long ago begun,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Whose choirs are in the tree-tops,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Whose censor is the sun.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Its windows are the morning;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Its rafters are the stars;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The fog-banks float like incense</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Up from its purple floors.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And where the ruddy apples</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Make lamps in the green gloom,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The flowers in congregation</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Are never pressed for room;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">But in your hillside chapel,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Gay with its gorgeous paints,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">They bow before the Presence,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Sweet, merry little saints.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Fishing_1">
+ <i>Fishing</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 1.2em;">“M</span><span class="upper-case">en</span> will grow weary,” said the Lord,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">“Of working for their bed and board.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">They’ll weary of the money chase</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And want to find a resting place</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where hum of wheel is never heard</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And no one speaks an angry word.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And selfishness and greed and pride</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And petty motives don’t abide.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">They’ll need a place where they can go</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To wash their souls as white as snow.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">They will be better men and true</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">If they can play a day or two.”</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The Lord then made the brooks to flow</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And fashioned rivers here below,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And many lakes; for water seems</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Best suited for a mortal’s dreams.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">He placed about them willow trees</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To catch the murmur of the breeze.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the birds that sing the best</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Among the foliage to nest.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">He filled each pond and stream and lake</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With fish for man to come and take.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Then stretched a velvet carpet deep</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On which a weary soul could sleep.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">It seemed to me the Good Lord knew</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That man would want something to do</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When, worn and wearied with the stress</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of battling hard for world success,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When sick at heart of all the strife</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And pettiness of daily life.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">He knew he’d need, from time to time</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To cleanse himself of city grime,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And he would want some place to be</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where hate and greed he’d never see,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And so on lakes and streams and brooks</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The Good Lord fashioned fishing nooks.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Edgar A. Guest</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_Vagabond_Song">
+ <i>A Vagabond Song</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">here</span> is something in the autumn that is native to my blood&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Touch of manner, hint of mood;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And my heart is like a rhyme,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of bugles going by.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And my lonely spirit thrills</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We must rise and follow her,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When from every hill of flame</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">She calls and calls each vagabond by name.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Have_You">
+ <i>Have You?</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">H</span><span class="upper-case">ave</span> you ever built a camp-fire at the closing of the day?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Have you sat and watched the embers glowing red?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With your scanty supper finished and the things all cleared away,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Have you sat and smoked and thought about your bed?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of the bed you left behind you in the dwelling-place of man,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In the much o’er-furnished room you knew of yore;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ere you sought the silent places where a fellow learns he can</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Do a lot of things he never did before?</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Have you ever spread a blanket down beneath the star-strewn skies?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Rolled yourself within its cozy folds to sleep,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">At the base of mighty mountains, with their peaks that rise and rise?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Have you known the age-old silence that they keep?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Have you seen the red sun climbing up the eastern slope? Then know</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">You will ne’er forget those rugged, happy days.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">What! You’ve never known the glory of the new-born day? Then go&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">It’s a road that’s hard to travel—but it pays.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Harry M. Dean</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Gypsy-Heart">
+ <i>Gypsy-Heart</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> April world is misted with emerald and gold;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The meadow-larks are calling sweet and keen;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Gypsy-heart is up and off for woodland and for wold,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Roaming, roaming, roaming through the green.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent6">Gypsy-heart, away!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent4">Oh, the wind—the wind and the sun!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Take the blithe adventure of the fugitive to-day;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent4">Youth will soon be done.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">From buds that May is kissing there trembles forth a soul;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The rosy boughs are whispering the white;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Gypsy-heart is heedless now of thrush and oriole,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming of delight.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent6">Gypsy-heart, beware!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent4">Oh, the song—the song in the blood!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Magic walks the forest; there’s bewitchment on the air.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent4">Spring is at the flood.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The wings of June are woven of fragrance and of fire;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Heap roses, crimson roses, for her throne.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Gypsy-heart is anguished with tumultuous desire,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Seeking, seeking, seeking for its own.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent6">Gypsy-heart, abide!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent4">Oh, the far—the far is the near!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">’Tis a foolish fable that the universe is wide.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent4">All the world is here.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Katharine Lee Bates</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_More_Ancient">
+ <i>A More Ancient
+ Mariner</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> swarthy bee is a buccaneer,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A burly velveted rover,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Who loves the booming wind in his ear</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As he sails the seas of clover.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">A waif of the goblin pirate crew,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With not a soul to deplore him,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">He steers for the open verge of blue</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With the filmy world before him.</div>
+ </div>
+<hr class="tb">
+
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">He harries the ports of the Hollyhocks,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And levies on poor Sweetbrier;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">He drinks the whitest wine of Phlox,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the Rose is his desire.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">He hangs in the Willows a night and a day;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">He rifles the Buckwheat patches;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Then battens his store of pelf galore</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Under the tautest hatches.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">He woos the Poppy and weds the Peach,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Inveigles Daffodilly,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And then like a tramp abandons each</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For the gorgeous Canada Lily.</div>
+ </div>
+<hr class="tb">
+
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">He dares to boast, along the coast,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The beauty of Highland Heather,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">How he and she, with night on the sea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Lay out on the hills together.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">He pilfers from every port of the wind,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">From April to golden autumn;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But the thieving ways of his mortal days</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Are those his mother taught him.</div>
+ </div>
+<hr class="tb">
+
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">He never could box the compass round;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">He doesn’t know port from starboard;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But he knows the gates of the Sundown Straits,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where the choicest goods are harbored.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">He never could see the Rule of Three,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But he knows a rule of thumb</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Better than Euclid’s, better than yours,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or the teachers’ yet to come.</div>
+ </div>
+<hr class="tb">
+
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">He drones along with his rough sea-song</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the throat of a salty tar,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">This devil-may-care, till he makes his lair</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">By the light of a yellow star.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">He looks like a gentleman, lives like a lord,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And works like a Trojan hero;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Then loafs all winter upon his hoard,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With the mercury at zero.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Vagabonds">
+ <i>Vagabonds</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">U</span><span class="upper-case">pon</span> us vagabonds who take</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Our packs and paddles Sunday</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The good folk look austerely down,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Though they may smile on Monday.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Some call us pagans, others tramps;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The truth they never knew&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We faithfully attend the Church</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of Saint Bartholomew.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Among the birches on the hill</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">His holydays are kept</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where thrushes flute the anthems, and</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Crumb-charity accept.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The sermon never wearies us;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">We hold the Amen pew,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And pay our pew-rent to the Church</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of Saint Bartholomew.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Sara Hamilton Birchall</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Gypsying">
+ <i>The Gypsying</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">wish</span> we might go gypsying one day while we’re young&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On a blue October morning</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Beneath a cloudless sky,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When all the world’s a vibrant harp</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The winds o’ God have strung,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And gay as tossing torches the maples light us by;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The rising sun before us—a golden bubble swung&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I wish we might go gypsying one day while we’re young.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I wish we might go gypsying one day before we’re old&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To step it with the wild west wind</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And sing the while we go,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Through far forgotten orchards</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Hung with jewels red and gold;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Through cool and fragrant forests where never sun may show,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To stand upon a high hill and watch the mist unfold&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I wish we might go gypsying one day before we’re old.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I wish we might go gypsying, dear lad, the while we care.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The while we’ve heart for hazarding,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The while we’ve will to sing,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The while we’ve wit to hear the call</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And youth and mirth to spare,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Before a day may find us too sad for gypsying,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Before a day may find us too dull to dream and dare&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I wish we might go gypsying, dear lad, the while we care.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Theodosia Garrison</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Mendicants">
+ <i>The Mendicants</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">W</span><span class="upper-case">e</span> are as mendicants who wait</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Along the roadside in the sun.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Tatters of yesterday and shreds</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of morrow clothe us every one.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And some are dotards, who believe</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And glory in the days of old;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">While some are dreamers, harping still</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Upon an unknown age of gold.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Hopeless or witless! Not one heeds,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As lavish Time comes down the way</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And tosses in the suppliant hat</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">One great new-minted gold To-day.</div>
+ </div>
+<hr class="tb">
+
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">O foolish ones, put by your care!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where wants are many, joys are few;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And at the wilding springs of peace,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">God keeps an open house for you.</div>
+ </div>
+<hr class="tb">
+
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">But there be others, happier few,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The vagabondish sons of God,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Who know the by-ways and the flowers,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And care not how the world may plod.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">They idle down the traffic lands,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And loiter through the woods with spring;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To them the glory of the earth</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Is but to hear a bluebird sing.</div>
+ </div>
+<hr class="tb">
+
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">One I remember kept his coin,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And laughing flipped it in the air;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But when two strolling pipe-players</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Came by, he tossed it to the pair.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Spendthrift of joy, his childish heart</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Danced to their wild outlandish bars;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Then supperless he laid him down</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That night, and slept beneath the stars.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Beloved_Vagabond">
+ <i>The Beloved Vagabond</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">Y</span><span class="upper-case">ou</span> who were once so careless, I can recall you now,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Your blue-gray visionary eyes, your great and open brow,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</span> <div class="verse indent0">With naught to bind your heart-strings, and all the world in fee,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">You went where all the roads lead, beyond the farthest sea.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Lover of space and skyline, what vision seared your eyes?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">What gypsy word was winged to you that bade you gird and rise?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">What thread of smoke sent onward your restless, eager feet?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">What vagrant heart was waiting your wayward heart to greet?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">We, who are kin to the city, across the candles praise</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Your tales of camps in twilight, your great and gallant ways,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Your knowledge of the mysteries deep-hidden by the wood,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The pagan trust you placed in man, the world you found so good.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Then leave a <i>patrin</i> for mine eyes that I may follow too,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Some day when all the world grows dim, and I shall beckon you;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Across the distant moorland, from beacon furze piled high,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">May I, the newest rover, see your fire against the sky!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>W. G. Tinckom-Fernandez</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Secret_Voices">
+ <i>The Secret Voices</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">H</span><span class="upper-case">ave</span> you heard the secret voices go whispering in your blood,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of burning wood and falling leaf and swelling Springtime flood?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Have you felt the tang of lusty wind, the stinging lash of rain,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</span> <div class="verse indent0">As tides of Spring march down the days with summer in their train?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Have you known the zest and sparkle, felt the magic in the air,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And set your feet upon the road that leads to Anywhere?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And seen the skirts of storm-clouds trailing over budding trees,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And drunk the wine of virile life down to the very lees?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Have you heard and have you known the voices of the wind,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That bid a man rise up and go and follow till he find</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The pot of gold at the rainbow’s base,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or a secret dream in a hidden place....</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Have you heard the secret voices whispering that Spring has come,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Calling you to rise and follow till you walk into the sun?</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Ethel Mannin</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_180"></a><a id="Page_181"></a>[Pg 181]</span></p>
+
+
+ <p class="ph2 ep4" id="The_Changing_Year">
+ <i>The Changing Year</i>
+ </p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</span></p>
+<p class="ep4" style="margin: auto; width: 80%;">
+ <i>Who shall inquire of the season,</i><br>
+ <i>Or question the wind where it blows?</i><br>
+ <i>We blossom and ask no reason,</i><br>
+ <i>The Lord of the Garden knows.</i>
+</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <span class="smcap">Bliss Carman</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p class="pagenum-decorative pageno">
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+ <span class="pgnum-number" id="Page_183">183</span>
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Turn_O_The_Year">
+ <i>Turn O’ The Year</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">his</span> is the time when bit by bit</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The days begin to lengthen sweet</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And every minute gained is joy&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And love stirs in the heart of a boy.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">This is the time the sun, of late</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Content to lie abed till eight,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Lifts up betimes his sleepy head&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And love stirs in the heart of a maid.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">This is the time we dock the night</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of a whole hour of candlelight;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When song of linnet and thrush is heard&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And love stirs in the heart of a bird.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">This is the time when sword-blades green,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With gold and purple damascene,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Pierce the brown crocus-bed a-row&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And love stirs in a heart I know.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Katharine Tynan</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="April_Music">
+ <i>April Music</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> lyric sound of laughter</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Fills all the April hills,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The joy-song of the crocus,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The mirth of daffodils.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">They ring their golden changes</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Through all the azure vales;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The sunny cowslips answer,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Athwart the reedy swales.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Far down the woodland aisleways</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The trillium’s voice is heard;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The little wavering wind-flowers</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Join in with jocund word.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The white cry of the dogwood</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Mounts up against the sky;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The breath of violet music</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Upon the breeze goes by.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Give me to hear, O April,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">These choristers of thine</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Calling across the distance</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Serene and hyaline;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">To clear my clouded vision</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Bedimmed and dulled so long,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And heal my aching spirit</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">With fragrance that is song!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Clinton Scollard</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Years_Awakening">
+ <i>The Year’s Awakening</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">H</span><span class="upper-case">ow</span> do you know that the pilgrim track</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Along the belting zodiac</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Swept by the sun in his seeming rounds</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Is traced by now to the Fishes’ bounds</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And into the Ram, when weeks of cloud</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Have wrapt the sky in a clammy shroud,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And never as yet a tinct of spring</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Has shown in the Earth’s apparelling;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Oh, vespering bird, how do you know,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent4">How do you know?</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">How do you know, deep underground,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Hid in your bed from sight and sound,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Without a turn in temperature,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With weather life can scarce endure,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That light has won a fraction’s strength,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And day put on some moments’ length,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Whereof in merest rote will come,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Weeks hence, mild airs that do not numb;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Oh, crocus root, how do you know,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent4">How do you know?</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Thomas Hardy</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Springs_Answer">
+ <i>Spring’s Answer</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">heard</span> God calling</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I came,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">His Sun signalled me</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With its flame.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">His Wind called me</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With its song.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">His Birds said they had been waiting</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Over long.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">His little Brooks ran tumbling</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Down the hills,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Luring me with laughter</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of rocky rills.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">His Grasses, yellow-green,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Standing in the sun,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Held up their fingers</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For me to come.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Heart of Oak and heart of Pine</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Beat a faint tattoo&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Flowing sap in bole and bud</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Climbing up anew.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Till at last the summons</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Set my heart aflame&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I heard God calling,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I came!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Edwin Osgood Grover</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Morning_Song">
+ <i>Morning Song</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> grass is taller, greener,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the birds more loud;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The flowers open freshly</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To a sky of cloud.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And man awakens gladly</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In a world that’s good,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And thrills to some new beauty</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Not quite understood.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Though all the world is clouded</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">It’s a gray delight&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For spring is swelling, swelling,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And it rained last night.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Lancaster Pollard</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="April_Weather">
+ <i>April Weather</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.5em;">S</span><span class="upper-case">oon</span>, ah, soon the April weather</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">With the sunshine at the door,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the mellow melting rain-wind</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Sweeping from the South once more.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Soon the rosy maples budding,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the willows putting forth,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Misty crimson and soft yellow</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In the valleys of the North.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Soon the hazy purple distance,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Where the cabined heart takes wing,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Eager for the old migration</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In the magic of the spring.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Soon, ah, soon the budding windflowers</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Through the forest white and frail,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the odorous wild cherry</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Gleaming in her ghostly veil.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Soon, about the waking uplands</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The hepaticas in blue,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Children of the first warm sunlight</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In their sober Quaker hue,&#8288;—</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">All our shining little sisters</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Of the forest and the field,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Lifting up their quiet faces</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">With the secret half revealed.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Soon across the folding twilight</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Of the round earth hushed to hear,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The first robin at his vespers</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Calling far, serene and clear.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Soon the waking and the summons,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Starting sap in bole and blade,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the bubbling marshy whisper</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Seeping up through bog and glade.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Soon the frogs in silver chorus</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Through the night, from marsh and swale,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Blowing in their tiny oboes</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">All the joy that shall not fail,&#8288;—</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Passing up the old earth rapture</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">By a thousand streams and rills,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">From the red Virginian valleys</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To the blue Canadian hills.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Soon, ah, soon the splendid impulse,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Nomad longing, vagrant whim,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When a man’s false angels vanish</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the truth comes back to him.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Soon the majesty, the vision,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the old unfaltering dream,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Faith to follow, strength to stablish,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Will to venture and to seem;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">All the radiance, the glamour,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The expectancy and poise,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of this ancient life renewing</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Its temerities and joys.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Soon the immemorial magic</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Of the young Aprilian moon,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the wonder of thy friendship</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In the twilight—soon, ah, soon!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Runaway">
+ <i>The Runaway</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">W</span><span class="upper-case">hat</span> are you doing, little day-moon,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Over the April hill?</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</span> <div class="verse indent0">What are you doing, up so soon,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Climbing the sky with silver shoon?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">What are you doing at half-past noon,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Slipping along so still?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Are you so eager, the heights unwon,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">That you cannot wait,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But, unheeding of wind and sun,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Out of your nest of night must run,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Up where the day is far from done,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Shy little shadow-mate?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Up and away then—with young mists</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Tripping, along the blue!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Dance and dally and promise trysts</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Unto each that around you lists;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For, little moon, not a one but wists</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">April’s the time to woo!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Cale Young Rice</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Spring_Market">
+ <i>Spring Market</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.3em;">I</span><span class="upper-case">t’s</span> foolish to bring money</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To any spring wood,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Jewels won’t help you,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Gold’s no good.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Silver won’t buy you</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">One small leaf.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">You may bring joy here,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">You may bring grief.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">You should look for</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Tufted moss,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Marked where a light foot</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Ran across.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where the old rose hips</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Shrivel brown</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And dried clematis</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Bloom hangs down.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">There you’ll find what</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Everyman needs,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Wild religion</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Without any creeds,</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Green that lifts its</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Blossoming head,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">New life springing</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Among the dead.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">You needn’t bring money</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To this market place,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or think you can bargain for</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Wild flower grace.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Louise Driscoll</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Song_in_March">
+ <i>Song in March</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">sing</span> the first green leaf upon the bough,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The tiny kindling flame of emerald fire,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The stir amid the roots of reeds, and how</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The sap will flush the briar.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I sing the sweeping beryl on the slopes,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Ephemeræ that come before the bees,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The ferns renascent, and the virgin hopes</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Of pale anemones.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I sing the dream’s unfolding, and I sing</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The chrysalis broken by the ice-freed shore,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The clear air winnowed by the bluebird’s wing,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And April at the door!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Clinton Scollard</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Flower_Chorus">
+ <i>Flower Chorus</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.8em;">O</span> <span class="upper-case">such</span> a commotion under the ground,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">When March called “Ho, there! ho!”</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Such spreading of rootlets far and wide,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Such whisperings to and fro!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">“Are you ready?” the Snowdrop asked,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">“’Tis time to start, you know.”</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">“Almost, my dear!” the Scilla replied,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">“I’ll follow as soon as you go.”</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Then “Ha! ha! ha!” a chorus came</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Of laughter sweet and low,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">From millions of flowers under the ground,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Yes, millions beginning to grow.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">“I’ll promise my blossoms,” the Crocus said,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">“When I hear the blackbird sing.”</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And straight thereafter Narcissus cried,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">“My silver and gold I’ll bring.”</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">“And ere they are dulled,” another spoke,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">“The hyacinth bells shall ring.”</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But the Violet only murmured “I’m here,”</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</span> <div class="verse indent2">And sweet grew the air of spring.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Then “Ha! ha! ha!” a chorus came</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Of laughter sweet and low,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">From millions of flowers under the ground,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Yes, millions beginning to grow.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, the pretty brave things, thro’ the coldest days</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Imprisoned in walls of brown,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">They never lost heart tho’ the blast shrieked loud,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the sleet and the hail came down;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But patiently each wrought her wonderful dress,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Or fashioned her beautiful crown,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And now they are coming to lighten the world</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Still shadowed by winter’s frown.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And well may they cheerily laugh “Ha! ha!”</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In laughter sweet and low,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The millions of flowers under the ground,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Yes, millions beginning to grow.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Ralph Waldo Emerson</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Aprils_Coming">
+ <i>April’s Coming</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">A</span><span class="upper-case">pril</span> comes with sudden showers,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Chilling winds and sunny hours.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">April comes with growing green</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On the trees still winter-lean.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">April brings the singing bird</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And a joy that is absurd.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">April comes and April goes,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But the flowers April sows&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Earth’s obituary tears&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Wake the immemorial years.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">So with Spring’s passing comes</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Summer with her borrowed drums;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Fall and winter in a ring</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Till April comes again with spring.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Lancaster Pollard</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Secret">
+ <i>The Secret</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">O</span><span class="upper-case">n</span> that first day so singular</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Under the ground,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It was too dark for crescent or for star,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Too deep for sound.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And lying there one thought alone</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I could not still:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">How soon would snow-white cherry buds be blown</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Across the hill.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And then a voice within the tomb</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Said very low:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">“When April lights her first sharp flame of bloom</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">You’ll know!”</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>John Richard Moreland</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Spring">
+ <i>Spring</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">A</span><span class="upper-case">ll</span> the lanes are lyric,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">All the bushes sing;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">You are at your kissing,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent10">Spring!</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Romping with your children</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Do not fail to bring</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Mary to the haystack,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent10">Spring!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Froth upon the fingers,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Bosom for a king,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Speed her from the milking,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent10">Spring!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Norman Gale</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="April_Weather_1">
+ <i>April Weather</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">O</span><span class="upper-case">h</span>, hush, my heart, and take thine ease,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">For here is April weather!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The daffodils beneath the trees</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Are all a-row together.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The thrush is back with his old note;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The scarlet tulip blowing;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And white, aye, white as my love’s throat&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The dogwood boughs are growing.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The lilac bush is sweet again;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Down every wind that passes,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Fly flakes from hedgerow and from lane;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The bees are in the grasses.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And Grief goes out, and Joy comes in,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And care is but a feather;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And every lad his love can win,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">For here is April weather.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Lizette Woodworth Reese</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Renewal">
+ <i>Renewal</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">A</span><span class="upper-case">pril</span>, when I heard</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Your lyrical low word,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And when upon the hawthorn hedge your first white blossom stirred,</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Something strangely came&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Something I cannot name&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And touched my heart, and cleansed my soul with a reviving flame.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">When the yellow gleam</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of your hosts that stream&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Jonquil, buttercup, and crocus—made the world a golden dream,</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Something, April, said</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To my heart that bled&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Bled with old remembrance—“Lo, the grief-strewn days are fled!”</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><i>Sursum corda!</i> Now,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When blooms the apple-bough,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">April, of your pity, let your light rain kiss my brow;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Heal me, if you will;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Bathe my heart until</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I am one with your first primrose or the shining daffodil!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Charles Hanson Towne</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="April_1">
+ <i>April</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.5em;">S</span><span class="upper-case">omething</span> tapped at my window pane,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Someone called me without my door.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Someone laughed like the tinkle o’ rain,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The robin echoed it o’er and o’er.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I threw the door and the window wide;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Sun and the touch of the breeze and then&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">“Ah, were you expecting me, dear?” she cried,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And here was April come back again.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Theodosia Garrison</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Immortal">
+ <i>The Immortal</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.5em;">S</span><span class="upper-case">pring</span> has come up from the South again,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With soft mists in her hair,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And a warm wind in her mouth again,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And budding everywhere.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Spring has come up from the South again,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And her skies are azure fire,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And around her is the awakening</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Of all the world’s desire.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Spring has come up from the South again,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And dreams are in her eyes,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And music is in her mouth again</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of love, the never-wise.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Spring has come up from the South again,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And bird and flower and bee</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Know that she is their life and joy&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And immortality!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Cale Young Rice</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Spring_1">
+ <i>Spring</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">said</span> in my heart, “I am sick of four walls and a ceiling.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have need of the sky.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have business with the grass.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</span> <div class="verse indent0">I will up and get me away where the hawk is wheeling,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Lone and high,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the slow clouds go by.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I will get me away to the waters that glass</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The clouds as they pass,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To the waters that lie</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Like the heart of a maiden aware of a doom drawing nigh</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And dumb for sorcery of impending joy.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I will get me away to the woods.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Spring, like a huntsman’s boy,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Halloos along the hillsides and unhoods</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The falcon in my will.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The dogwood calls me, and the sudden thrill</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That breaks in apple blooms down country roads</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Plucks me by the sleeve and nudges me away.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The sap is in the boles today,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And in my veins a pulse that yearns and goads.”</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">When I got to the woods, I found out</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">What the Spring was about,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With her gypsy ways,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And her heart ablaze,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Coming up from the South</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With the wander-lure of witch songs in her mouth.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For the sky</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Stirred and grew soft and swimming as a lover’s eye</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As she went by;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The air</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Made love to all it touched, as if its care</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Were all to spare;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The earth</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Prickled with lust of birth;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The woodland streams</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Babbled the incoherence of the thousand dreams</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Wherewith the warm sun teems.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And out of the frieze</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of the chestnut trees</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I heard</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The sky and the fields and the thickets find voice in a bird.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The goldenwing—hark!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">How he drives his song</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Like a golden nail</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Through the hush of the air!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I thrill to his cry in the leafage there;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I respond to the new life mounting under the bark.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I shall not be long</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To follow</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With eft and bulrush, bee and bud and swallow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On the old trail.</div>
+ </div>
+<hr class="tb">
+
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Spring in the world!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And all things are made new!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There was never a mote that whirled</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the nebular morn,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There was never a brook that purled</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where the hills were born,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There was never a leaf uncurled&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Not the first that grew&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Nor a bee-flight hurled,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Nor a bird-note skirled,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Nor a cloud-wisp swirled</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the depth of the blue,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">More alive and afresh and impromptu, more thoughtless and certain and free,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">More a-shout with the glee</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of the Unknown new-burst on the wonder, than here, than here,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the re-wrought sphere</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of the new-born year&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Now, now,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</span> <div class="verse indent0">When the greenlet sings on the red-bud bough</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where the blossoms are whispering “I and thou”—“I and thou,”</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And a lass at the turn looks after a lad with a dawn on her brow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the world is just made—now!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Spring in the heart!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With her pinks and pearls and yellows!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Spring, fellows,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And we too feel the little green leaves a-start</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Across the bare-twigged winter of the mart.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The campus is reborn in us today;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The old grip stirs our hearts with new-old joy;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Again bursts bonds for madcap holiday</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The eternal boy.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Richard Hovey</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Blind">
+ <i>Blind</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> Spring blew trumpets of color;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Her Green sang in my brain&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I heard a blind man groping</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">“Tap—tap” with his cane;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I pitied him in his blindness;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But can I boast, “I see”?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Perhaps there walks a spirit</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Close by, who pities me,&#8288;—</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">A spirit who hears me tapping</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The five-sensed cane of mind</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Amid such unguessed glories&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That I am worse than blind.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Harry Kemp</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Spring_Song">
+ <i>Spring Song</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">M</span><span class="upper-case">ake</span> me over, mother April,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When the sap begins to stir!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When thy flowery hand delivers</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">All the mountain-prisoned rivers,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And thy great heart beats and quivers</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To revive the days that were,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Make me over, mother April,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When the sap begins to stir!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Take my dust and all my dreaming,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Count my heart-beats one by one,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Send them where the winters perish;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Then some golden noon re-cherish</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And restore them in the sun,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Flower and scent and dust and dreaming,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With their heart-beats every one.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Set me in the urge and tide-drift</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of the streaming hosts a-wing!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Breast of scarlet, throat of yellow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Raucous challenge, wooings mellow&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Every migrant is my fellow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Making northward with the spring.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Loose me in the urge and tide-drift</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of the streaming hosts a-wing!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Shrilling pipe or fluting whistle,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the valleys come again;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Fife of frog and call of tree-toad,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">All my brothers, five or three-toed,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With their revel no more vetoed,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Making music in the rain,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Shrilling pipe or fluting whistle,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the valleys come again.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Make me of thy seed to-morrow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When the sap begins to stir!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Tawny light-foot, sleepy bruin,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Bright-eyes in the orchard ruin,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Gnarl the good life goes askew in,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Whisky-jack or tanager,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Make me anything to-morrow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When the sap begins to stir!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Make me even (How do I know?)</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Like my friend the gargoyle there;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It may be the heart within him</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Swells that doltish hands should pin him</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Fixed forever in mid-air.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Make me even sport for swallows,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Like the soaring gargoyle there!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Give me the old clue to follow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Through the labyrinth of night!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Clod of clay with heart of fire,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Things that burrow and aspire,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With the vanishing desire,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For the perishing delight,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Only the old clue to follow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Through the labyrinth of night!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Make me over, mother April,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When the sap begins to stir!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Fashion me from swamp or meadow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Garden plot or ferny shadow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Hyacinth or humble burr!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Make me over, mother April,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When the sap begins to stir!</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Let me hear the far, low summons,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When the silver winds return;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Rills that run and streams that stammer,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Goldenwing with his loud hammer,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Icy brooks that brawl and clamor,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where the Indian willows burn;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Let me hearken to the calling,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When the silver winds return,</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Till recurring and recurring,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Long since wandered and come back,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Like a whim of Grieg’s or Gounod’s,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">This same self, bird, bud, or Bluenose,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Some day I may capture (Who knows?)</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Just the one last joy I lack,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Waking to the far new summons,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When the old spring winds come back.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">For I have no choice of being,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When the sap begins to climb,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Strong insistence, sweet intrusion,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Vasts and verges of illusion,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">So I win, to time’s confusion,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The one perfect pearl of time,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Joy and joy and joy forever,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Till the sap forgets to climb!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Make me over in the morning</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">From the rag-bag of the world!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Scraps of dream and duds of daring,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Home-brought stuff from far sea-faring,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Faded colors once so flaring,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Shreds of banners long since furled!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Hues of ash and glints of glory,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the rag-bag of the world!</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Let me taste the old immortal</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Indolence of life once more;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Not recalling or foreseeing,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Let the great slow joys of being</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Well my heart through as of yore!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Let me taste the old immortal</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Indolence of life once more!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Give me the old drink for rapture,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The delirium to drain!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">All my fellows drank in plenty</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">At the Three-Score Inns and Twenty</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">From the mountains to the main!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Give me the old drink for rapture,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The delirium to drain!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Only make me over, April</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When the sap begins to stir!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Make me man or make me woman,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Make me oaf or ape or human,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Cup of flower or cone of fir;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Make me anything but neuter</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When the sap begins to stir!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Sweet_Low_Speech">
+ <i>The Sweet, Low Speech
+ Of The Rain</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.3em;">I</span><span class="upper-case">t</span> is pleasant to lie in the gloaming</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">When the autumn is on the wane,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the careful, rejoicing reaper</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Has gathered and stored his grain,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And hear at the doors and the windows</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The sweet, low speech of the rain.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">To put by the thought of the sailor</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Far out on the storm-rocked main,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where the fierce waves leap and struggle.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Like beasts in passionate pain,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And lie by the hearth and listen</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To the sweet, low speech of the rain.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ah, May has the burst of the blossom,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the red of the willow vein,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the glad uplift of the flowers</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">That lead in the fragrant train;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But nothing so dear as the sweet, low</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Speech of the autumn rain.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">July has the rose and the purple,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And the sunset’s golden stain</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On the river that draws thro’ the valley</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">A glittering, wave-linked chain;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But never this lyrical, tremulous,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Sweet, low speech of the rain.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Each heart knows the joy of the winter,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The drift of the snow on the plain,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The book and the charm of the fireside,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The icicles fringing the pane;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But ah, for the faltering, pausing,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Sweet, low speech of the rain.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Old friends of my heart come to-morrow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Remembrance, Regret, and Pain,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But to-night I will lie in the gloaming</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And be lulled by the lure of the rain—And</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</span> <div class="verse indent0">the rhythmical, lyrical, rhyming,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Sweet, low speech of the rain.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Ella Higginson</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Early_Spring">
+ <i>Early Spring</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">O</span><span class="upper-case">nce</span> more the Heavenly Power</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Makes all things new,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And domes the red-plowed hills</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">With loving blue;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The blackbirds have their wills,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The throstles too.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Opens a door in Heaven;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">From skies of glass</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A Jacob’s ladder falls</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">On greening grass,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And o’er the mountain-walls</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Young angels pass.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Before them fleets the shower,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And burst the buds,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And shine the level lands,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And flash the floods;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The stars are from their hands</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Flung through the woods,</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The woods with living airs</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">How softly fanned,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Light airs from where the deep,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">All down the sand,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Is breathing in his sleep,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Heard by the land.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">O, follow, leaping blood,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The season’s lure!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">O heart, look down and up,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Serene, secure,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Warm as the crocus cup,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Like snow-drops pure!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Past, Future glimpse and fade</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Through some slight spell,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A gleam from yonder vale,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Some far blue fell,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And sympathies, how frail,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In sound and smell!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Till at thy chuckled note,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Thou twinkling bird,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The fairy fancies range,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And, lightly stirred,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ring little bells of change</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">From word to word.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">For now the Heavenly Power</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Makes all things new,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And thaws the cold, and fills</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The flower with dew;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The blackbirds have their wills,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The poets too.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Alfred Tennyson</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Spring_2">
+ <i>Spring</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.5em;">S</span><span class="upper-case">pring</span>, with that nameless pathos in the air</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Which dwells with all things fair,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Spring, with her golden suns and silver rain,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Is with us once again.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Out in the lonely woods the jasmine burns</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Its fragrant lamps, and turns</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Into a royal court with green festoons</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The banks of dark lagoons.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the deep heart of every forest tree</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The blood is all aglee,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And there’s a look about the leafless bowers</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As if they dreamed of flowers.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Yet still on every side we trace the hand</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of Winter in the land,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Save where the maple reddens on the lawn,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Flushed by the season’s dawn;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or where, like those strange semblances we find</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That age to childhood bind,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The elms put on, as if in Nature’s scorn,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The brown of Autumn corn.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">As yet the turf is dark, although you know</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That, not a span below,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A thousand germs are groping through the gloom,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And soon will burst their tomb.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Already, here and there, on frailest stems</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Appear some azure gems,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Small as might deck, upon a gala day</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The forehead of a fay.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">In gardens you may note amid the dearth,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The crocus breaking earth;</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And near the snowdrop’s tender white and green,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The violet in its screen.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">But many gleams and shadows needs must pass</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Along the budding grass,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And weeks go by, before the enamored South</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Shall kiss the rose’s mouth.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Still there’s a sense of blossoms yet unborn</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the sweet airs of morn;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">One almost looks to see the very street</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Grow purple at his feet.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">At times a fragrant breeze comes floating by,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And brings, you know not why,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A feeling as when eager crowds await</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Before a palace gate</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Some wondrous pageant; and you scarce would start,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">If from a beech’s heart</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A blue-eyed Dryad, stepping forth, should say,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">“Behold me! I am May!”</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Henry Timrod</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="April_April">
+ <i>April, April</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">A</span><span class="upper-case">pril</span>, April,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Laugh thy girlish laughter;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Then, the moment after,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Weep thy girlish tears,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">April, that mine ears</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Like a lover greetest,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</span> <div class="verse indent0">If I tell thee, sweetest,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">All my hopes and fears.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">April, April,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Laugh thy golden laughter,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But, the moment after,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Weep thy golden tears!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>William Watson</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="April_Rain">
+ <i>April Rain</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.3em;">I</span><span class="upper-case">t</span> is not raining rain for me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">It’s raining daffodils;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In every dimpled drop I see</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Wild flowers on the hills.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The clouds of gray engulf the day</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And overwhelm the town;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It is not raining rain to me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">It’s raining roses down.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">It is not raining rain to me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">But fields of clover bloom,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where any buccaneering bee</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Can find a bed and room.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">A health unto the happy,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">A fig for him who frets!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It is not raining rain to me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">It’s raining violets.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Robert Loveman</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="April_2">
+ April
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">A</span><span class="upper-case">n</span> altered look about the hills;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A Tyrian light the village fills;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A wider sunrise in the dawn;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A deeper twilight on the lawn;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A print of a vermilion foot;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A purple finger on the slope;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A flippant fly upon the pane;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A spider at his trade again;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">An added strut in chanticleer;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A flower expected everywhere;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">An axe shrill singing in the woods;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Fern-odors on untravelled roads,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">All this, and more I cannot tell,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A furtive look you know as well,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And Nicodemus’ mystery</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Receives its annual reply.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Emily Dickinson</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="April_Morning">
+ <i>April Morning</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">would</span> spend a morning</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">With an April apple tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Speaking to it softly</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And laughing out in glee.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">All the summer sunshine</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And all the winter moon</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Are shining in the blossoms</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">That will be gone so soon.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I will spend a morning</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">With a friendly apple tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Hearing many secrets</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">That it will tell to me.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I will take a morning</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To drink the beauty in;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I will take a morning&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">But how shall I begin?</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>George Elliston</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="May-Lure">
+ <i>May-Lure</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">H</span><span class="upper-case">ow</span> the heart pulls at its tether</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the magic warm spring weather!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">How the blood leaps in its courses</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When the deep ebullient forces</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Break the bosom brown of earth!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent16">It is worth</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">All a man can scrape or squander</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Just to idle, just to wander</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Forth from trade, away from duty,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Revelling in all the beauty</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the glamour of the May.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent16">Who to-day</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Cares a fig for any other</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Thought save this: The earth, great mother,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Has turned kind, has banished gloom and dole;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Music, that audient outlet for the soul,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Comes in, and grief goes out, and life is whole.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Richard Burton</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Sunrise_1">
+ <i>Sunrise</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">D</span><span class="upper-case">ay!</span></div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Faster and more fast,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">O’er night’s brim, day boils at last:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Boils, pure gold, o’er the cloud-cup’s brim</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where spurting and suppressed it lay,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For not a froth-flake touched the rim</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of yonder gap in the solid gray</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of the eastern cloud, an hour away;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But forth one wavelet, then another, curled,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Till the whole sunrise, not to be suppressed,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Rose, reddened, and its seething breast</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Flickered in bounds, grew gold, then overflowed the world.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Robert Browning</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Throstle">
+ <i>The Throstle</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">“S</span><span class="upper-case">ummer</span> is coming, summer is coming,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I know it, I know it, I know it.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Light again, leaf again, life again, love again,”</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Yes, my wild little Poet.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Sing the new year in under the blue.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Last year you sang it as gladly.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">“New, new, new, new!” Is it then so new</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">That you should carol so madly?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">“Love again, song again, nest again, young again,”</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Never a prophet so crazy!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And hardly a daisy as yet, little friend,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">See, there is hardly a daisy.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">“Here again, here, here, here, happy year!”</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Oh, warble unchidden, unbidden!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Summer is coming, is coming, my dear,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And all the winters are hidden.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Alfred Tennyson</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Tell_All_The_World">
+ <i>Tell All The World</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">ell</span> all the world that summer’s here again</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">With song and joy; tell them, that they may know</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">How, on the hillside, in the shining fields</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">New clumps of violets and daisies grow.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Tell all the world that summer’s here again,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">That white clouds voyage through a sky so still</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With blue tranquillity, it seems to hang</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">One windless tapestry, from hill to hill.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Tell all the world that summer’s here again:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Folk go about so solemnly and slow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Walking each one his grooved and ordered way&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I fear that, otherwise they will not know!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Harry Kemp</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Sorrow_in_a_Garden">
+ <i>Sorrow in a Garden</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">H</span><span class="upper-case">ere</span> to this ancient garden</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">When wintry days had flown</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I came, with Comrade Sorrow</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To dwell with her alone.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Within this sweet seclusion</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Far from the world’s rude stare</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">What exquisite communings</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Sorrow and I would share!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">What banquets of remembrance,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">What luxury of tears</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With Sorrow in a garden</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Through the rose scented years!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">But one day when she called me</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I did not hear her voice;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I only heard the lilies</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Which sang, Rejoice! Rejoice!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">For <i>June</i> was in the garden</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And June was in my heart,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I had forgot pale Sorrow</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And now we dwell apart.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">But often in the twilight</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">When birds and gardens sleep</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I feel her presence with me</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Her arms about me creep.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And when the ghost of Summer</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">With the dead roses talks</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I hear her softly sobbing</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Along the moon-lit walks.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I never can forget her</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">So intimate were we</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But when I walk my garden</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">She comes no more to me.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>May Riley Smith</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Naturalist_On_A">
+ <i>The Naturalist On A
+ June Sunday</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">M</span><span class="upper-case">y</span> old gardener leans on his hoe,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Tells me the way that green things grow;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">“Goin’ to church? Why no.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">All nature’s church enough for me!”</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Says he.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">“Preachin’ o’ flower and choir o’ bird,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">An’ the wind passin’ the plate&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Sweetest service that ever I heard,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That’s straight!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0"><i>Eternal Rest?</i></div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">What for, friend?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Gimme a swarm o’ bees to tend,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A honey-makin’, world without end,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That’s what I’d like the best!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">(Scoop ’em right up an’ find the queen,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">They’d not sting me—the bees ain’ mean!)</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">“Heaven’s all right!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But still I guess I’ll kinder miss</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The Lady Lunar moth at night</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the White Wanderer butterfly</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Crawlin’ out of its chrysalis!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I want my heaven human too,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">’Twixt me an’ you&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Why I’d jus’ love to see</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A chipmunk hop up to the Lord</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">An’ eat right out o’ His dread Hand</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Same as it does to me!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Eternity—eternity&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Don’t it sound grand?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But say</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</span> <div class="verse indent0"><i>What’s the matter with today?</i></div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Just step into the wood an’ take a look!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ain’t that a page o’ teachin’ from the Holy Book?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">‘He that hath eyes to see</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">An’ ears to hear’&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That’s good enough for me!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I guess God’s pretty near,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">He’ll understand, I know,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Why I ain’t in no hurry to let June go!”</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">My old gardener turns to his hoe,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Helping the green things how to grow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">“The Missis can go to church for me!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Amen!” says he.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Leonora Speyer</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Summer4">
+ <i>Summer</i>&#x2060;<a id="FNanchor_4_4" href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">B</span><span class="upper-case">y</span> sea and by land,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the water-wooed marshes or meadows wide-reaching and bland,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The summer is regal and rich, the summer on every hand</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Spills largesses splendid to mortals, to women and men.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent12">For when</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Is the breeze sweeter fraught with the breath of the hay,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Is the thrush-note more calm or the robin’s loud lay</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">More blithe, or the rose more the queen of the day?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent12">Now say,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">What month is more bounteous in beauties, in balms,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent12">In lyrics, in psalms,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In gold-heart fair fancies of sunset, and calms</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Of twilight, or after-glows wondrously clear?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent12">One may hear</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The booming of bees and the brook’s lulled refrain,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The stream’s liquid epic, the grasshopper’s plain,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The frog’s bass reiterant languor at night,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The day-long and dark-long sound-woof, interplight</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With dreamings and memories somber or bright.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent12">A very miracle,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I saw a moment gone:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A honeysuckle, vine and bloom,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Lustrous green and coral red,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I glimpsed above my head</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Shedding a rapt perfume.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And then this marvel fell</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">That I would dwell upon:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A bird—nay, rather say an airy sprite</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Compact of color, light,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And a most ravishing power of flight,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Darted from nowhere, somewhere,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent12">And alighted there,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And sat at gaze a moment or twain,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And then was off again.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Not Wordsworth’s cuckoo were a dearer guest</div>
+ <div class="verse indent12">Unto my quest,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">So insubstantial, spirit small</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And fleetsome in his call;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent12">Ah, ye know well</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">It was the humming-bird whereof I tell.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">This mother-month of Summer holds her place</div>
+ <div class="verse indent12">Not only by the grace</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Attending on her many winsome ways,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent12">Her flower-gifts, her bird-lays,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent12">Her bridal form and face,—But</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</span> <div class="verse indent0">by what went before and cometh after;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">April tears, May blooms and laughter,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">September’s blazonry, and then October</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Fruit-ripe and hushed and most imperially sober</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">With sense of harvest dignity and worth.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent4">Thus, memory and expectation,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Spring-gleams, fruitions of the fall,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Encircle June and give unto her station</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A reverend look, a light historical;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Child, maiden, matron, she is each and all.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Richard Burton</i>
+</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_4_4" href="#FNanchor_4_4" class="label">[4]</a> From “Dumb in June”</p></div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Autumn">
+ <i>Autumn</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> morns are meeker than they were,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The nuts are getting brown;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The berry’s cheek is plumper,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The rose is out of town.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The maple wears a gayer scarf,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The field a scarlet gown.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Lest I should be old-fashioned,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I’ll put a trinket on.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Emily Dickinson</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Overtones">
+ <i>Overtones</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">heard</span> a bird at break of day</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Sing from the autumn trees</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A song so mystical and calm,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">So full of certainties,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No man, I think, could listen long</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</span> <div class="verse indent2">Except upon his knees.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Yet this was but a simple bird,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Alone, among dead trees.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>William Alexander Percy</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Carouse">
+ <i>Carouse</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">A</span><span class="upper-case">utumn</span>, in her scarlet cloak,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Comes tumbling down the hills.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, she is tipsy with her dreams</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That the blue day distils;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">An amber cup is in her hands</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">From which the wonder spills.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Now leaf and vine turn golden brown,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And purple asters shine</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Along the roads where Autumn runs,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Drunken with mystic wine.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The world is one vast tapestry</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of intricate design.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where Autumn lurches through the dusk</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In raiment wildly red,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A crowd of urchins follow her,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With many a tousled head&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Chrysanthemums, like naughty boys,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Driving the crone to bed!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Charles Hanson Towne</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_Song_in_Autumn">
+ <i>A Song in Autumn</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">A</span><span class="upper-case">utumn</span>, Autumn, give me of your crimson,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Give it me for courage, for the year has left me meek,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And your crimson banners flying, as the sign of your defying,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Shall dare my heart’s denying the patience of the weak.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Autumn, Autumn, give me of your yellow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Give it unto me for hope—the hope I could not hold;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For where your gold is burning I feel the dream returning,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The darling pain of yearning whose passing left me old.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Autumn, Autumn, take me to your heart so,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The bold heart, the singing heart whose strength shall make me strong;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Send my healed life faring in colors of your wearing,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Your gold and crimson bearing, against a grief too long.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Theodosia Garrison</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="An_Autumn_Garden">
+ <i>An Autumn Garden</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">M</span><span class="upper-case">y</span> tent stands in a garden</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of aster and golden-rod,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Tilled by the rain and the sunshine,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And sown by the hand of God,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">An old New England pasture</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Abandoned to peace and time,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And by the magic of beauty</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Reclaimed to the sublime.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">About it are golden woodlands</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of tulip and hickory;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On the open ridge behind it</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">You may mount to a glimpse of sea,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The far-off, blue, Homeric</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Rim of the world’s great shield,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A border of boundless glamour</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For the soul’s familiar field.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">In purple and gray-wrought lichen</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The boulders lie in the sun;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Along its grassy footpath</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The white-tailed rabbits run.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The crickets work and chirrup</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Through the still afternoon;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the owl calls at twilight</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Under the frosty moon.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The odorous wild grape clambers</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Over the tumbling wall,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And through the autumnal quiet</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The chestnuts open and fall.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Sharing Time’s freshness and fragrance,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Part of the earth’s great soul,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Here man’s spirit may ripen</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To wisdom serene and whole.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Shall we not grow with the asters?&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Never reluctant nor sad,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Not counting the cost of being,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Living to dare and be glad.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Shall we not lift with the crickets</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A chorus of ready cheer,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Braving the frost of oblivion,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Quick to be happy here?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The deep red cones of the sumach</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the woodbine’s crimson sprays</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Have bannered the common roadside</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For the pageant of passing days.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">These are the oracles Nature</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Fills with her holy breath,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Giving them glory of color,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Transcending the shadow of death.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Here in the sifted sunlight</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A spirit seems to brood</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On the beauty and worth of being,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In tranquil, instinctive mood;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the heart, athrob with gladness</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Such as the wise earth knows,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Wells with a full thanksgiving</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For the gifts that life bestows:</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">For the ancient and virile nurture</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of the teeming primordial ground,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For the splendid gospel of color,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The rapt revelations of sound;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For the morning-blue above us</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the rusted gold of the fern,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For the chickadee’s call to valor</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Bidding the faint-heart turn;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">For fire and running water,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Snowfall and summer rain;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For sunsets and quiet meadows,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The fruit and the standing grain;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For the solemn hour of moonrise</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Over the crest of trees,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When the mellow lights are kindled</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the lamps of the centuries.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">For those who wrought aforetime,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Led by the mystic strain</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To strive for the larger freedom,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And live for the greater gain;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For plenty and peace and playtime,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The homely goods of earth,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And for rare immaterial treasures</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Accounted of little worth;</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">For art and learning and friendship,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where beneficent truth is supreme,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Those everlasting cities</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Built on the hills of dream;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For all things growing and goodly</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That foster this life, and breed</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The immortal flower of wisdom</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Out of the mortal seed.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">But most of all for the spirit</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That cannot rest nor bide</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In stale and sterile convenience,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Nor safety proven and tried,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But still inspired and driven,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Must seek what better may be,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And up from the loveliest garden</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Must climb for a glimpse of sea.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="September">
+ <i>September</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> wind comes up across the hill, the wind goes laughing by.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It’s time to put your bonnet on, and let your stitching lie;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It’s time to take your basket up, and follow on with me,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Along the road and up the hill, strange countries for to see.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">For oh, the fields are golden now, the sun is sweet as wine,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The lake lies blue beneath us, and the leaves are thick and fine;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The fluffy clouds are drifting by, the winds are all a-blow;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The geese are flying south before the vanguards of the snow.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Come out, come out across the hills! The golden blossoms call,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">September lifts her trumpet to her lips, and comrades all,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But hearken to the ringing cry she sends from hill to hill&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The scarlet leaves come fluttering down, the asters all are still.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Come out, come out, and leave your seam, and put your spinning by!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The sweet September calls us before the flowers die.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The shimmering hills are free to us, the hours are golden sweet.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Come out, dear love, and find my heart the pathway for your feet!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Sara Hamilton Birchall</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Days_Like_These">
+ <i>Days Like These</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.5em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">like</span> the tangled brakes and briers,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The hazy smoke of forest fires;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The misty hills’ soft robe of brown,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The ravished fields’ regretful frown:</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The wrinkled road’s unconscious snare,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The free, unbreathed and fragrant air.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I like the wide, unworried sky,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The resting wind’s contented sigh;</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The rustle of the vagrant leaves,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The whisper in the standing sheaves;</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The birds’ lament for summer lost,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The stinging challenge of the frost.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The sturdy life of stalwart trees</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Thrills in my veins on days like these!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Ella Elizabeth Egbert</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Indian_Summer">
+ <i>Indian Summer</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">hese</span> are the days when birds come back,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A very few, a bird or two,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To take a backward look.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">These are the days when skies put on</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The old, old sophistries of June&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A blue and gold mistake.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, fraud that cannot cheat the bee,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Almost thy plausibility</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Induces my belief,</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Till ranks of seeds their witness bear,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And softly through the altered air</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Hurries a timid leaf!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, sacrament of summer days,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, last communion in the haze,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Permit a child to join,</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Thy sacred emblems to partake,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Thy consecrated bread to break,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Taste thine immortal wine!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Emily Dickinson</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Deserted_Pasture">
+ <i>The Deserted Pasture</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.5em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">love</span> the stony pasture</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That no one else will have.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The old gray rocks so friendly seen,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">So durable and brave.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">In tranquil contemplation</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It watches through the year,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Seeing the frosty stars arise,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The slender moons appear.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Its music is the rain-wind,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Its choristers the birds,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And there are secrets in its heart</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Too wonderful for words.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">It keeps the bright-eyed creatures</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That play about its walls,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Though long ago its milking herds</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Were banished from their stalls.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Only the children come there,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For buttercups in May,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or nuts in autumn, where it lies</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Dreaming the hours away.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Long since its strength was given</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To making good increase,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And now its soul is turned again</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To beauty and to peace.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">There in the early springtime</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The violets are blue,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And adder-tongues in coats of gold</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Are garmented anew.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">There bayberry and aster</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Are crowded on its floors,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When marching summer halts to praise</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The Lord of Out-of-doors.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And there October passes</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In gorgeous livery,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In purple ash, and crimson oak,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And golden tulip tree.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And when the winds of winter</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Their bugle blasts begin,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The snowy hosts of heaven arrive</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And pitch their tents therein.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Bliss Carman</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Coming_of_Dawn">
+ <i>The Coming of Dawn</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">M</span><span class="upper-case">idnight</span>—the black, dead vast of night,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Rain dripping slow on the sod,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Fear of the future, darkness-born,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Doubt of myself and God.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">A sudden flush on the face of night,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">A veil from my soul withdrawn,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A bird-note thrilling the silence through.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And after that—the dawn.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Grace Atherton Dennen</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Alms_in_Autumn">
+ <i>Alms in Autumn</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.5em;">S</span><span class="upper-case">pindle-wood</span>, spindle-wood, will you lend me, pray,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A little flaming lantern to light me on my way?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The fairy folk have vanished from the meadow and the glen,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I would fain go seeking till I find them once again;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Lend me now a lantern that I may bear a light</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To show the hidden pathway in the darkness of the night.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ash tree, ash tree, throw me, if you please,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Throw me down a slender bunch of russet-gold keys;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I fear the gates of fairyland may all be shut fast;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Give me of your magic keys that I may get past;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I’ll tie them to my girdle, that as I go along</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">My heart may find a comfort in their tiny tinkling song.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Holly bush, holly bush, help me in my task,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A pocketful of berries is all the alms I ask;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A pocketful of berries to thread on glowing strands</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">(I would not go a-visiting with nothing in my hands);</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">So fine will be the rosy chains, so gay, so glossy bright,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">They’ll set the realms of fairyland a-dancing with delight.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Rose Fyleman</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="November_in_England">
+ <i>November in England</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">N</span><span class="upper-case">o</span> sun—no moon!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No morn—no noon!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No dawn—no dusk—no proper time of day&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No sky—no earthly view&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No distance looking blue&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No road—no street—no “t’other side the way”—No</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</span> <div class="verse indent0">end to any “Row”&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No indications where the Crescents go&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No top to any steeple&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No recognitions of familiar people&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No courtesies for showing ’em&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No knowing ’em!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No travelling at all—no locomotion,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No inkling of the way—no notion&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">“No go”—by land or ocean&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No mail—no post&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No news from any foreign coast&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No park—no ring—no afternoon gentility&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No company—no nobility&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No comfortable feel in any member&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">November!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Thomas Hood</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Hound">
+ <i>The Hound</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.5em;">S</span><span class="upper-case">ome</span> are sick for Spring and warm winds blowing</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Over close-sheathed buds and a patch of old snow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With the early arc-lamps delicately bowing</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Across thin sunshine that hesitates to go.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">But it’s not for any April promises I sicken,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Though their stammering sweetness be a plucked string;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">My mind is bent toward Autumn, I am shaken</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">More by her denials than by all the hopes of Spring.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The curt cold days, the blue and windy weather,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The smoke of burning brushwood keener than a frost,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</span> <div class="verse indent0">An orchard full of odors night is wise to gather,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The fur-collared stubble where the flower is lost.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">A clear green sunset and a pale moon showing,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A sense of dawning ends, like the light in the sky.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Autumn is a hound that shrills, my heart is for her gnawing,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The quarry goes to Autumn, let Spring die.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Babette Deutsch</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</span></p>
+
+
+ <p class="ph2 ep4" id="Sky-Born_Music">
+ <i>Sky-Born Music</i>
+ </p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</span></p>
+<p class="ep4" style="margin: auto; width: 80%;">
+ <i>Earth’s crammed with heaven</i><br>
+ <i>And every common bush afire with God;</i><br>
+ <i>But only he who sees takes off his shoes....</i>
+</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p class="pagenum-decorative pageno">
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+ <span class="pgnum-number" id="Page_233">233</span>
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Let_Me_Go_Whereer_I">
+ <i>Let Me Go Where’er I
+ Will</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">L</span><span class="upper-case">et</span> me go where’er I will,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I hear a sky-born music still;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It sounds from all things old,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It sounds from all things young,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">From all that’s fair, from all that’s foul,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Peals out a cheerful song.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It is not only in the rose,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It is not only in the bird,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Not only where the rainbow glows,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Nor in the song of woman heard,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But in the darkest, meanest things</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There alway, alway something sings.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">’Tis not in the high stars alone,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Nor in the cups of budding flowers,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Nor in the red-breast’s mellow tone,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Nor in the bow that smiles in showers,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But in the mud and scum of things</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There alway, alway something sings.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Ralph Waldo Emerson</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Pippas_Song">
+ <i>Pippa’s Song</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> year’s at the spring,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And day’s at the morn;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Morning’s at seven;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The hill-side’s dew-pearled.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The lark’s on the wing;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The snail’s on the thorn;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">God’s in his heaven&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">All’s right with the world!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Robert Browning</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Whisper_Of_Earth">
+ <i>The Whisper Of Earth</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.3em;">I</span><span class="upper-case">n</span> the misty hollow, shyly greening branches</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Soften to the South wind, bending to the rain.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">From the moistened earthland flutter little whispers,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Breathing hidden beauty, innocent of stain.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Little plucking fingers tremble through the grasses,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Little silent voices sigh the dawn of spring,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Little burning earth-flames break the awful stillness,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Little crying wind-sounds come before the King.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Powers, dominations urge the budding of the crocus,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Cherubim are singing in the moist cool stone,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Seraphim are calling through the channels of the lily,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">God has heard the earth-cry and journeys to His throne.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Edward J. O’Brien</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Sunrise_2">
+ <i>Sunrise</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">oday</span> I saw the sun come up, like Neptune from the sea.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I saw him light a cliff with gold and wake a distant tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I saw him shake his shaggy head and laugh the night away</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And toss unto a sleeping world another golden day.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The waves, which had been black and cold, came in with silver crests.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I saw the sunbeams gently wake the songbirds in their nests,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The slow-retreating night slipped back, and strewn on field and lawn,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On every blade of grass I saw the jewels of the dawn.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Never was monarch ushered in with such a cavalcade;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No hero bringing victory home has seen such wealth displayed.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In honor of the coming day, the humblest plant and tree</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Stood on the curbstone of the world in radiant livery.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Pageants of splendor man may plan with robes of burnished gold,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On horses from Arabia may prance the knights of old;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Heralds on silver horns may blow, and kings come riding in,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But I have seen God’s pageantry—I’ve watched a day begin!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Edgar A. Guest</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Prayer_Before_Poems">
+ <i>Prayer Before Poems</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">G</span><span class="upper-case">reat</span> Author of a world, of sky, of sea;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Whose lyrics are translated by the birds,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Come close and in the stillness I may learn</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To worship Thee with words.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Thou, who dost guide all groping, gifted hands</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">’Till they can finger every helpless string</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And find the souls of violins and harps,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Aid me to sing.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Artist, who did the great originals,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And carved the tender features of a saint,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Who chose the colors for a universe,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Teach me to paint.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Anne Blackwell Payne</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="How_Miracles_Abound">
+ <i>How Miracles Abound</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">H</span><span class="upper-case">ow</span> miracles abound</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In each small plot of ground&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Aye, in the sky above it!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">(Do you not love it,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The vast of sky a-thrill with lyric sound?)</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Now comes, now goes,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The wonder of the rose;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Color or flower, and both a boon</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Renewed with dawn or June.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Each day the hyacinthine twilight fills</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The chalice of the hills.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ever there’s some fresh nectary</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For the knight-errant bee.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And song—ah, the blithe bounty that sheds beauty</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On the stern ways of duty!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Forsooth the doctrine’s sound</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That miracles abound!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">E’en the green sod,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Yea, or the umbered clod,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Revealeth God!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Clinton Scollard</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Little_Things">
+ <i>Little Things</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">here’s</span> nothing very beautiful and nothing very gay</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">About the rush of faces in the town by day,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But a light tan cow in a pale green mead,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That is very beautiful, beautiful indeed.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the soft March wind and the low March mist</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Are better than kisses in a dark street kissed....</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The fragrance of the forest when it wakes at dawn,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The fragrance of a trim green village lawn,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The hearing of the murmur of the rain at play&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">These things are beautiful, beautiful as day!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I shan’t stand waiting for love or scorn</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When the feast is laid for a day new-born....</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, better let the little things I loved when little</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Return when the heart finds the great things brittle;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And better is a temple made of bark and thong</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Than a tall stone temple that may stand too long.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Orrick Johns</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Clouds_and_Sky">
+ <i>Clouds and Sky</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">O</span><span class="upper-case">ne</span> time when I was sick,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And could but see</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The sky above the top</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of a tall tree,</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">It first was coldly blue</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Far past the tree.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Without a cloud, it seemed</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Eternity.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">But when clouds came, the sky,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">(I know not how),</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Was caught among the leaves&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And it was Now.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Lancaster Pollard</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="My_Heart_Leaps_Up_When">
+ <i>My Heart Leaps Up When
+ I Behold</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">M</span><span class="upper-case">y</span> heart leaps up when I behold</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A rainbow in the sky:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">So was it when my life began;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">So is it now I am a man:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">So be it when I shall grow old,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Or let me die!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The Child is father of the Man&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I could wish my days to be</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Bound each to each by natural piety.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>William Wordsworth</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Marshes5">
+ <i>The Marshes</i>&#x2060;<a id="FNanchor_5_5" href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">Y</span><span class="upper-case">e</span> marshes, how candid and simple and nothing-withholding and free</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ye publish yourselves to the sky and offer yourselves to the sea!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Tolerant plains, that suffer the sea and the rains and the sun,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ye spread and span like the catholic man who hath mightily won</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">God out of knowledge and good out of infinite pain</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And sight out of blindness and purity out of a stain.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">As the marsh-hen secretly builds on the watery sod,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Behold I will build me a nest on the greatness of God:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I will fly in the greatness of God as the marsh-hen flies</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the freedom that fills all the space ’twixt the marsh and the skies:</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</span> <div class="verse indent0">By so many roots as the marsh-grass sends in the sod</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I will heartily lay me a-hold on the greatness of God:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, like to the greatness of God is the greatness within</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The range of the marshes, the liberal marshes of Glynn.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Sidney Lanier</i>
+</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_5_5" href="#FNanchor_5_5" class="label">[5]</a> Extract from “The Marshes of Glynn.”</p></div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Song">
+ <i>Song</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> birds of the air, they sing it,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Round the rim of the world they ring it;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The bees in the blossom-bell,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">They tell, they tell.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">No; birds in the air, none sing it,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For the rift of the dawn none ring it;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Noon bees in the blossom-bell,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">None tell, none tell.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I say it over and over,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There is none can speak for a lover;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But oh, ere the roses go,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Her heart will know!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>John Vance Cheney</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Out-of-Doors">
+ <i>Out-of-Doors</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">W</span><span class="upper-case">hat</span> came ye out for to seek, O Maker of Words?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The color of grass in the sunshine, the music of birds;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And what shall ye do when ye find them, O Singer of Songs?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Weave a bright fabric of beauty, and give it to whom it belongs;</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Weave a gay fabric of music, to lay at the feet of mankind,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">All purple and gold for the sense, all golden and gray for the mind?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">This came I out for to seek—the daffodil’s gold,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The magic of buds all unfolding, the treasure untold</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That lies in the heart of the forest, the moss and the leaves,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The jewel of flowers in the thicket, that no eye perceives;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And these will I weave into music, these will I fashion to words,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The wind in the grass and the rushes, the dawn-song of birds.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Ethel E. Mannin</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Whole_Duty_of_Berkshire">
+ <i>The Whole Duty of Berkshire
+ Brooks</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">o</span> build the trout a crystal stair;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To comb the hillside’s thick green hair;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To water jewel-weed and rushes;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To teach first notes to baby thrushes;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To flavor raspberry and apple</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And make a whirling pool to dapple</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With scattered gold of late October;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To urge wise laughter on the sober</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And lend a dream to those who laugh;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To chant the beetle’s epitaph;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To mirror the blue dragonfly,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Frail air-plane of a slender sky;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Over the stones to lull and leap</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Herding the bubbles like white sheep;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The claims of worry to deny,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And whisper sorrow into sleep!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Grace Hazard Conkling</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_Word_With_a_Skylark">
+ <i>A Word With a Skylark</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.3em;">I</span><span class="upper-case">f</span> this be all, for which I’ve listened long,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Oh, spirit of the dew!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">You did not sing to Shelley such a song</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">As Shelley sang to you.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Yet, with this ruined Old World for a nest,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Worm-eaten through and through,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">This waste of grave-dust stamped with crown and crest,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">What better could you do?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ah me! but when the world and I were young,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">There was an apple-tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There was a voice in the dawn that sung</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The buds awake—ah me!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, Lark of Europe, downward fluttering near,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Like some spent leaf at best,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">You’d never sing again if you could hear</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">My Bluebird of the West!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Sarah Piatt</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Perilous_Light">
+ <i>The Perilous Light</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> Eternal Beauty smiled on me</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">From the long lily’s curved form,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">She laughed in a wave of the sea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">She flashed on white wings through the storm.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the bulb of a daffodil</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">She made a little joyful stir,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the white cabin on the hill</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Was my heart’s home because of Her.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Her laughter fled the eyes of pride,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Barefoot She went o’er stony land,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And ragged children, hungry-eyed,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Clung to Her skirts and held Her hand.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">When storm winds shook the cabin door</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And red the Atlantic sunset blazed,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The fisher folk of Mullaghmore</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Into Her eyes indifferent gazed.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">By lonely waves She dwells apart,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And sea gulls circling on white wings,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Crowd round the windows of Her heart,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Most dear to Her of starving things.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The ploughman, down by Knocknarea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Was free of Her twilight abode,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In shining sea-winds, salt with spray,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">She haunted every gray cross road.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Some peasants with a creel of turf</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Along the wind-swept boreen came,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Her feet went flashing through the surf,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Her wings were in the sunset’s flame.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Beyond the rocks of Classiebawn,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The mackerel fishers sailing far,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Out in the vast Atlantic dawn</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Found, tangled in their nets, a star.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">In every spent and broken wave</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The Eternal Beauty takes Her rest,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">She is the Lover of the Brave,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The comrade of the perilous quest.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The Eternal Beauty wrung my heart,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Faithful is She, and true to shed</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The austere glory of Art</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On the scarceness of daily bread.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Men follow Her with toil and thought,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Over the heaven’s starry pride,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The Eternal Beauty comes unsought</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To the child by the roadside.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Eva Gore-Booth</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Folly">
+ <i>Folly</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> moon has made me weary</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">With its silver and its song.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Such ardor in so old a thing</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Is wrong, all wrong.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">It should be limping silently</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Across the leaden sky</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Or grumbling at the cloud-hills</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The wind piles high.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">It should be teaching little moons</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The proper way to shine,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Instead of singing sonnets</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To each adoring pine.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Vivian Yeiser Laramore</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="One_Blackbird">
+ <i>One Blackbird</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> stars must make an awful noise</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In whirling round the sky;</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Yet somehow I can’t even hear</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Their loudest song or sigh.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">So it is wonderful to think</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">One blackbird can outsing</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The voice of all the swarming stars</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">On any day in spring.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Harold Monro</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_Rune_of_Riches">
+ <i>A Rune of Riches</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">have</span> a golden ball,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A big, bright, shining one,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Pure gold; and it is all</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Mine.—It is the sun.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have a silver ball,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A white and glistering stone</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That other people call</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The moon;—my very own!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The jewel things that prick</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">My cushion’s soft blue cover</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Are mine,—my stars, thick, thick,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Scattered the sky all over.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And everything that’s mine</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Is yours, and yours, and yours,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The shimmer and the shine!&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Let’s lock our wealth out-doors!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Florence Converse</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Picture">
+ <i>The Picture</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 1em;">“T</span><span class="upper-case">here’s</span> a pool in the ancient forest,”</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The painter-poet said,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">“That is violet-blue and emerald</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">From the face of the sky o’erhead.”</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">So, far in the ancient forest,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To the heart of the wood went I,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But found no pool of emerald,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">No violet-blue for sky.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">“There’s a pool in the ancient forest,”</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Said the painter-poet still.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">“That is violet-blue and emerald,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Near the breast of a rose-green hill.”</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the heart of the ancient forest</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The painter-poet drew,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And painted a pool of emerald</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">That thrilled me through and through.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Then back to the ancient forest</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I went with a strange, wild thrill,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I found the pool of emerald,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Near the breast of a rose-green hill.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Frederick O. Sylvester</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Sic_Vita">
+ “<i>Sic Vita</i>”
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">H</span><span class="upper-case">eart</span> free, hand free,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Blue above, brown under,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">All the world to me</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</span> <div class="verse indent2">Is a place of wonder.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Sun shine, moon shine,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Stars, and winds a-blowing,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">All into this heart of mine</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Flowing, flowing, flowing!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Mind free, step free,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Days to follow after,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Joys of life sold to me</div>
+ <div class="verse indent3">For the price of laughter.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Girl’s love, man’s love</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Love of work and duty,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Just a will of God’s to prove</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Beauty, beauty, beauty!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>William Stanley Braithwaite</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_Blackbird_Suddenly">
+ <i>A Blackbird Suddenly</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">H</span><span class="upper-case">eaven</span> is in my hand, and I</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Touch a heart-beat of the sky,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Hearing a blackbird’s cry.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Strange, beautiful, unquiet thing,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Lone flute of God, how can you sing</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Winter to spring?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">You have outdistanced every voice and word,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And given my spirit wings until it stirred</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Like you—a bird!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Joseph Auslander</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Credo">
+ <i>Credo</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">believe</span></div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In the whispering of the peacock-plumaged sea,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In the moonshine and the little shining star,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I believe that in all color harmony</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">His angels are.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I believe</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In the sunshine and the message of the flowers,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In the wind-song and the sea-song and the rain&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I believe that in summer’s greening hours</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">God comes again.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Vera Wheatly</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Gospel_of_the_Fields">
+ <i>Gospel of the Fields</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">H</span><span class="upper-case">ave</span> you ever thought, my friend,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">As daily you toil and plod</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the noisy paths of man,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">How still are the ways of God?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Have you ever paused in the din</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Of traffic’s insistent cry</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To think of the calm in the cloud,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Of the peace in your glimpse of sky?</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Go out in the growing fields</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">That quietly yield you meat,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And let them rebuke your noise</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Whose patience is still and sweet.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">They toil their æons—and we</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Who flutter back to their breast,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A handful of clamorous clay,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Forget their silence is best!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Arthur Upson</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Welcome">
+ <i>The Welcome</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">G</span><span class="upper-case">od</span> spreads a carpet soft and green</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">O’er which we pass;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A thick-piled mat of jeweled sheen&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And that is Grass.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Delightful music woos the ear;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The grass is stirred</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Down to the heart of every spear&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Ah, that’s a Bird.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Clouds roll before a blue immense</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">That stretches high</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And lends the soul exalted sense&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">That scroll’s a Sky.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Green rollers flaunt their sparkling crests;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Their jubilee</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Extols brave Captains and their quests&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And that is Sea.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">New-leaping grass, the feathery flute,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The sapphire ring,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The sea’s full-voiced, profound salute,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Ah, this is Spring!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Arthur Powell</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Angels_of_the_Spring">
+ <i>Angels of the Spring</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">W</span><span class="upper-case">e</span> see them not—we cannot hear</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The music of their wing&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Yet know we that they sojourn near,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The angels of the spring!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">They glide along this lovely ground</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">When the first violet grows;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Their graceful hands have just unbound</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The zone of yonder rose.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I gather it for thy dear breast,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">From stain and shadow free:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That which an Angel’s love hath blest</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Is meet, my love, for thee!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Robert Stephen Hawkes</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Gods_World">
+ <i>God’s World</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.8em;">O</span> <span class="upper-case">World</span>, I cannot hold thee close enough!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Thy winds, thy wide gray skies!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Thy mists that roll and rise!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And all but cry with color! That gaunt crag</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Long have I known a glory in it all,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">But never knew I this;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Here such a passion is</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As stretcheth me apart. Lord, I do fear</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Thou’st made the world too beautiful this year.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">My soul is all but out of me,—let fall</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Edna St. Vincent Millay</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Rain_1">
+ <i>Rain</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">never</span> knew how words were vain</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Until I strove to say</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The thoughts that fell like the gray rain</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Upon my heart today.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The April rain falls on the earth,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">That waits a while for words,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And then becomes articulate</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In buds and bees and birds.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The thoughts that rain upon my heart</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Bring nothing fair to birth;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">O God, I kneel before the art,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Of this great lyrist, earth.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Kenneth Slade Alling</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Lark">
+ <i>The Lark</i>
+ <br>
+ (<i>Salisbury, England</i>)
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">A</span> <span class="upper-case">close</span> gray sky,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And poplars gray and high,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The country-side along;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The steeple bold</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Across the acres old&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And then a song!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, far, far, far,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">As any spire or star,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Beyond the cloistered wall!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, high, high, high,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A heart-throb in the sky&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Then not at all!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Lizette Woodworth Reese</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Farewell_1">
+ <i>Farewell</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">ell</span> them, O Sky-born, when I die</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">With high romance to wife,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That I went out as I had lived,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Drunk with the joy of life.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Yea, say that I went down to death</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Serene and unafraid,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Still loving Song, but loving more</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Life, of which Song is made!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Harry Kemp</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Comfort_of_the_Stars">
+ <i>The Comfort of the Stars</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">W</span><span class="upper-case">hen</span> I am overmatched by petty cares</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And things of earth loom large, and look to be</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Of moment, how it soothes and comforts me</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To step into the night and feel the airs</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of heaven fan my cheek; and, best of all,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Gaze up into those all-uncharted seas</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Where swim the stately planets: such as these</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Make mortal fret seem light and temporal.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I muse on what of Life may stir among</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Those spaces knowing naught of metes nor bars;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Undreamed-of dramas played in outmost stars,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And lyrics by archangels grandly sung.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I grow familiar with the solar runes</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And comprehend of worlds the mystic birth;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Ringed Saturn, Mars, whose fashion apes the earth,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And Jupiter, the giant, with his moons.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Then, dizzy with the unspeakable sights above,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Rebuked by Vast on Vast, my puny heart</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Is greatened for its transitory part,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">My trouble merged in wonder and in love.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Richard Burton</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Last_Hour">
+ <i>The Last Hour</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.8em;">O</span> <span class="upper-case">joys</span> of love and joys of fame,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">It is not you I shall regret:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I sadden lest I should forget</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The beauty woven in earth’s name.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The shout and battle of the gale,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The stillness of the sun-rising,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The sound of some deep hidden spring,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The glad sob of the filling sail,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The first green ripple of the wheat,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The rain-song of the lifted leaves,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The waking birds beneath the eaves,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The voices of the summer heat.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Ethel Clifford</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Wasted_Hours">
+ <i>Wasted Hours</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">here</span> was a day I wasted long ago,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Lying upon a hillside in the sun&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">An April day of wind and drifting clouds,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">An idle day and all my work undone.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The little peach trees with their coral skirts</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Were dancing up the hillside in the breeze;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The gray walled meadows gleamed like bits of jade</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Against the crimson bloom of maple trees.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I could smell the warmth of trodden grass,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The coolness of a freshly harrowed field;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I could hear a bluebird’s wistful song</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of love and beauty only half revealed.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have forgotten many April days</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But one there is that comes to haunt me still&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A day of feathered trees and windy skies</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And wasted hours on a sunlit hill.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Medora Addison</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="God_is_at_the_Anvil">
+ <i>God is at the Anvil</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">G</span><span class="upper-case">od</span> is at the anvil, beating out the sun;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where the molten metal spills,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</span> <div class="verse indent0">At His forge among the hills</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">He has hammered out the glory of a day that’s done.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">God is at the anvil, welding golden bars;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In the scarlet-streaming flame</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">He is fashioning a frame</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For the shimmering silver beauty of the evening stars.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Lew Sarett</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</span></p>
+
+
+ <p class="ph2 ep4" id="The_End_of_the_Trail">
+ <i>The End of the Trail</i>
+ </p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</span></p>
+<p class="ep4" style="margin: auto; width: 80%;">
+ <i>Have little care that life is brief, and less that Art is long,</i><br>
+ <i>Success is in the silences, though fame is in the song.</i>
+</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <span class="smcap">Richard Hovey</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p class="pagenum-decorative pageno">
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+ <span class="pgnum-number" id="Page_257">257</span>
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Hesperides">
+ <i>Hesperides</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">B</span><span class="upper-case">eyond</span> the blue rim of the world,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Washed round with languid-lapsing seas,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where the Wind’s wings were ever furled</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The Ancients dreamed Hesperides.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Ship after ship each age sent forth</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To find the Islands of the Blest;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The loosed winds drove them south and north,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">But west they weathered, ever west.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Sky after sky they dropped behind,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Those mighty-handed, bearded men,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Till, seeking what they could not find,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">They rounded upward, home again.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">A desultory waif of time</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Flying adventure from my mast,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">’Twas thus I voyaged every clime</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To come back to myself at last!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Harry Kemp</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Changeless">
+ <i>Changeless</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">hey</span> cannot change the hills; though they may hew</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The fir-sweet slopes and cut their roadways through,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Yet will they stand, each long-loved mountain face</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And smile at me from its appointed place;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And past their friendly crests the sun shall rise</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To paint new pictures on the morning skies&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">They cannot change the hills.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">They cannot still the winds; the winds that shake</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The hemlock fragrance free and sweep the lake,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The waves at dusk shall whisper to the shore</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Their pebbled secrets as they did before;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The wild white clouds as in the days of old</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Shall sink to rest in sunset seas of gold&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">They cannot still the winds.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">They cannot dim the stars; the crowding camps</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That dot the dusk with closely-clustered lamps,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The jazz, the laughter, and the shrill tin blare</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of phonographs, the motor headlight’s flare&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">These shall be stilled at last—the clamor cease</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And leave a fir-sweet world of wave-lapped peace&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">They cannot dim the stars!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Martha Haskell Clark</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Homesick">
+ <i>Homesick</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.8em;">O</span> <span class="upper-case">my</span> garden! lying whitely in the moonlight and the dew,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Far across the leagues of distance flies my heart to-night to you,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I see your stately lilies in the tender radiance gleam</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With a dim, mysterious splendor, like the angels of a dream!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I can see the stealthy shadows creep along the ivied wall,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the bosky depths of verdure where the drooping vine-leaves fall,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the tall trees standing darkly with their crowns against the sky,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">While overhead the harvest moon goes slowly sailing by.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I can see the trellised arbor, and the roses’ crimson glow,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the lances of the larkspurs all glittering, row on row,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the wilderness of hollyhocks, where brown bees seek their spoil,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And butterflies dance all day long, in glad and gay turmoil.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, the broad paths running straightly, north and south and east and west!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, the wild grape climbing sturdily to reach the oriole’s nest!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, the bank where wild flowers blossom, ferns nod and mosses creep</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">In a tangled maze of beauty over all the wooded steep!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Just beyond the moonlit garden I can see the orchard trees,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With their dark boughs overladen, stirring softly in the breeze,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the shadows on the greensward, and within the pasture bars</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The white sheep huddling quietly beneath the pallid stars.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">With a vague, half-startled wonder if some night in Paradise,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">From the battlements of heaven I shall turn my longing eyes</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">All the dim, resplendent spaces and the mazy stardrifts through</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To my garden lying whitely in the moonlight and the dew!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Julia C. R. Dorr</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="If_all_the_Skies">
+ <i>If all the Skies</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.3em;">I</span><span class="upper-case">f</span> all the skies were sunshine,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Our faces would be fain</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To feel once more upon them</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The cooling plash of rain.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</span> </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">If all the world were music,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Our hearts would often long</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For one sweet strain of silence,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">To break the endless song.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">If life were always merry,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Our souls would seek relief,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And rest from weary laughter</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In the quiet arms of grief.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Henry van Dyke</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Gratias_Ago">
+ “<i>Gratias Ago</i>”
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.5em;">S</span><span class="upper-case">ince</span> of earth, air and water,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The gods have made me part&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Let every human sin be mine</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Except the thankless heart!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Privileged and greatly, I partake</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of sleep and death and birth;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And kneeling, drink the sacrament&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The good red wine of earth.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I shall not ask the High Gods</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For aught that they can give;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">They gave the greatest gift of all</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When first they bade me live.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Great gift of dawn and starlight,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of sea and grass and river;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With leave to toil and laugh and weep</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And praise the Sun forever!</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Be death the end or not the end,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Too richly blest am I</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</span> <div class="verse indent0">To seek the hill behind the hill,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The sky behind the sky.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Let the red earth that bore me</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Give me her call again,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I’ll lie still beneath her flowers</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And sleep and not complain.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Let those the gods have blinded</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Hold their long feud with Fate&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And clutch at toys that never yet</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Could make one mean man great.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Let those that Earth has bastarded</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Fret and contrive and plan&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But I will enter like an heir</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The old estate of man!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Geoffrey Howard</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Song_of_Ballyshannon">
+ <i>Song of Ballyshannon</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">ake</span> me home to Ballyshannon, for there’s music in the word;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The name o’ Ballyshannon is the sweetest ever heard!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The little hills are lying fair and green behind the town,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And the skies of Ballyshannon, why, they’re never known to frown.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Take me back and let me hearken to the plaintive Irish wind;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Take me back to Ballyshannon, where the neighbors’ hearts are kind.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I will wander in the moonlight out upon the ragged moor,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With the flaming gorse and heather,—I’ll not find it mean or poor.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</span> <div class="verse indent0">In the glen with lads a-dancing, I will pass the night away;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For the nights in Ballyshannon, they are sweeter than the day.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Take me back to Ballyshannon, there’s a voice that calls to me;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For my heart’s in Ballyshannon on the other side the sea.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I came to Ballyshannon on a wet and mournful night,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And all the way was darkness, with never a ray of light;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The mist was waving round me and the winds were blowing free</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When I came to Ballyshannon, sure my heart was whole in me.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I went from Ballyshannon when the sun was rolling high,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And every rowan bud was glad and looked me in the eye;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The clouds were white above me and the winds played in the tree,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Yet I went from Ballyshannon bearing little heart in me.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Sure my heart was crushed and broken; there were kisses on my mouth;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">There were cruel words upon me like a summer’s parching drouth.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Woman’s wiles are full of mystery, they’re inconstant as the sea;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Just for sport in Ballyshannon, someone stole the heart of me.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The bells of Ballyshannon, I hear them on the wind,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And every care and sorrow my heart leaves far behind;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I can live and thrive a season upon an alien shore,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But I’m wanting Ballyshannon forever all the more;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And when light o’ life has left me and I’m like an empty byre,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Lay my bones in Ballyshannon, take me back to heart’s desire,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where I’ll hear the bells a-ringing, folded arms beneath the sod,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">For the bells of Ballyshannon, they will ring me home to God.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Jeanne Robert Foster</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_Song_of_the_Road">
+ <i>A Song of the Road</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">lift</span> my cap to Beauty,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I lift my cap to Love;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I bow before my Duty,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">And know that God’s above!</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">My heart through shining arches</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Of leaf and blossom goes;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">My soul, triumphant, marches</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Through life to life’s repose.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And I, through all this glory,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Nor know, nor fear my fate,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The great things are so simple,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The simple are so great!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Fred G. Bowles</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="After_Sunset">
+ <i>After Sunset</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">have</span> an understanding with the hills</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">At evening when the slanted radiance fills</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Their hollows, and the great winds let them be,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And they are quiet and look down at me.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Oh, then I see the patience in their eyes</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Out of the centuries that made them wise.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">They lend me hoarded memory and I learn</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Their thoughts of granite and their whims of fern,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And why a dream of forests must endure</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Though every tree be slain: and how the pure,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Invisible beauty has a word so brief</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">A flower can say it or a shaken leaf,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">But few may ever snare it in a song,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Though for the quest a life is not too long.</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">When the blue hills grow tender, when they pull</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The twilight close with gesture beautiful,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And shadows are their garments, and the air</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Deepens, and the wild veery is at prayer,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Their arms are strong around me; and I know</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That somehow I shall follow when you go</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">To the still land beyond the evening star,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Where everlasting hills and valleys are:</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And silence may not hurt us any more,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And terror shall be past, and grief, and war.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Grace Hazard Conkling</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Wanderer">
+ <i>The Wanderer</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.6em;">T</span><span class="upper-case">he</span> ships are lying in the bay,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The gulls are swinging round their spars;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">My soul as eagerly as they</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Desires the margin of the stars.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">So much do I love wandering,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">So much I love the sea and sky,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That it will be a piteous thing</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">In one small grave to lie.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Zoe Akins</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</span></p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Trumpet_of_the_Dawn">
+ <i>The Trumpet of the Dawn</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">A</span><span class="upper-case">bove</span> the crestward-climbing pines,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Above the dewy slopes of lawn,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Above the copse’s coil of vines,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I have gone up to meet the dawn.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I have grown weary of the night</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">That from day’s gold mine eye debars,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Of seeing up the purple height</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Troop the processional of stars.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">I yearn to mark the shattering beam</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Backward the gates of darkness throw;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I long to hear across my dream</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The wakening trump of morning blow.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Hark! ’tis the first bird-note!—and mark,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Flushing the east, a crimson ray!&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Soul, from the girdling wastes of dark</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Go thou, too, up to meet the day!</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Clinton Scollard</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Shared">
+ <i>Shared</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.4em;">I</span> <span class="upper-case">said</span> it in the meadow-path,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">I say it on the mountain-stairs,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The best things any mortal hath</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Are those which every mortal shares.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The air we breathe, the sky, the breeze,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">The light without us and within,—Life,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</span> <div class="verse indent0">with its unlocked treasuries,&#8288;—</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">God’s riches,—are for all to win.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The grass is softer to my tread</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">For rest it yields unnumbered feet;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Sweeter to me the wild-rose red,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">Because she makes the whole world sweet.</div>
+ </div>
+<hr class="tb">
+
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">And up the radiant, peopled way,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">That opens into worlds unknown,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">It will be life’s delight to say,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">“Heaven is not Heaven for me alone.”</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Lucy Larcom</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Up-Hill">
+ <i>Up-Hill</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap">D</span><span class="upper-case">oes</span> the road wind-up all the way?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2"><i>Yes, to the very end.</i></div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2"><i>From morn to night, my friend.</i></div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">But is there for the night a resting-place?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2">A roof for when the slow dark hours begin?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">May not the darkness hide it from my face?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2"><i>You cannot miss that inn.</i></div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2"><i>Those who have gone before.</i></div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2"><i>They will not keep you standing at that door.</i></div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2"><i>Of labor you shall find the sum.</i></div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Will there be beds for me and all who seek?</div>
+ <div class="verse indent2"><i>Yea, beds for all who come.</i></div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Christina Rossetti</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Epitaph">
+ <i>The Epitaph</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+ <div class="poetry">
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0"><span class="dropcap" style="padding-right: 0.9em;">W</span><span class="upper-case">rite</span> on my grave when I am dead,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Whatever road I trod</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That I admired and honorèd</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The wondrous works of God.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">That all the days and years I had,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The greatest and the least,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Each day with grateful heart and glad</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I sat me to a feast.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">That not alone for body’s meat</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Which takes the lowest place</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">I gave Him grace when I did eat</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And with a shining face.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">But for the spirit filled and fed</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That else must waste and die,</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">With sun and stars replenishèd</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And dew and evening sky.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">The beauty of the hills and seas</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Brimmed that immortal cup;</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">And when I went by fields and trees</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">My heart was lifted up.</div>
+ </div>
+ <div class="stanza">
+ <div class="verse indent0">Lap me in the green grass and write</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">Upon the daisied sod</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">That still I praised with all my might</div>
+ <div class="verse indent0">The wondrous works of God.</div>
+ </div>
+ </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="right">
+ <i>Katharine Tynan</i>
+</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p class="pagenum-decorative pageno">
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+ <a id="Page_268"></a><span class="pgnum-number" id="Page_269">269</span>
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Index_of_Authors">
+ <i>Index of Authors</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<ul class="index">
+ <li class="ifrst">Abbey, Henry, <a href="#Page_69">69</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Addison, Medora, <a href="#Page_253">253</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Akins, Zoe, <a href="#Page_24">24</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Alling, Kenneth Slade, <a href="#Page_250">250</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Allingham, William, <a href="#Page_44">44</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Auslander, Joseph, <a href="#Page_124">124</a>, <a href="#Page_246">246</a></li>
+
+
+ <li class="ifrst">Baker, Karl Wilson, <a href="#Page_71">71</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Banning, Kendall, <a href="#Page_162">162</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Bates, Katherine Lee, <a href="#Page_172">172</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Birchall, Sara Hamilton, <a href="#Page_55">55</a>, <a href="#Page_57">57</a>, <a href="#Page_139">139</a>, <a href="#Page_144">144</a>, <a href="#Page_146">146</a>,
+ <a href="#Page_156">156</a>, <a href="#Page_165">165</a>, <a href="#Page_175">175</a>, <a href="#Page_223">223</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Blanden, Charles G., <a href="#Page_42">42</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Bowles, Fred G., <a href="#Page_263">263</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Braithwaite, William Stanley, <a href="#Page_245">245</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Brotherton, Alice Williams, <a href="#Page_49">49</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Brown, Thomas E., <a href="#Page_41">41</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Browning, Elizabeth, <a href="#Page_53">53</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Browning, Robert, <a href="#Page_94">94</a>, <a href="#Page_212">212</a>, <a href="#Page_233">233</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Burnet, Dana, <a href="#Page_157">157</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Burton, Richard, <a href="#Page_95">95</a>, <a href="#Page_211">211</a>, <a href="#Page_216">216</a>, <a href="#Page_251">251</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Byron, Lord, <a href="#Page_100">100</a></li>
+
+
+ <li class="ifrst">Carman, Bliss, <a href="#Page_17">17</a>, <a href="#Page_49">49</a>, <a href="#Page_53">53</a>, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>, <a href="#Page_75">75</a>, <a href="#Page_119">119</a>,
+ <a href="#Page_136">136</a>, <a href="#Page_168">168</a>, <a href="#Page_171">171</a>, <a href="#Page_173">173</a>, <a href="#Page_176">176</a>, <a href="#Page_186">186</a>,
+ <a href="#Page_200">200</a>, <a href="#Page_220">220</a>, <a href="#Page_226">226</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Chalmers, Stephens, <a href="#Page_140">140</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Cheney, John Vance, <a href="#Page_41">41</a>, <a href="#Page_239">239</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Clark, Martha Haskell, <a href="#Page_91">91</a>, <a href="#Page_104">104</a>, <a href="#Page_161">161</a>, <a href="#Page_257">257</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Clifford, Ethel, <a href="#Page_252">252</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Cole, Samuel Valentine, <a href="#Page_67">67</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Cone, Helen Gray, <a href="#Page_51">51</a>, <a href="#Page_56">56</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Conkling, Grace Hazard, <a href="#Page_240">240</a>, <a href="#Page_263">263</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Converse, Florence, <a href="#Page_244">244</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Craik, Dina Mulock, <a href="#Page_42">42</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Crane, Jr. L. Burton, <a href="#Page_28">28</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Cunningham, Allan, <a href="#Page_87">87</a></li>
+
+
+ <li class="ifrst">Davis, Fannie Stearns, <a href="#Page_120">120</a>, <a href="#Page_158">158</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Davies, Mary Carolyn, <a href="#Page_163">163</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Davies, William H., <a href="#Page_76">76</a>, <a href="#Page_112">112</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Dean, Harry W., <a href="#Page_171">171</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Dennen, Grace Atherton, <a href="#Page_227">227</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Deutsch, Babette, <a href="#Page_229">229</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Dickinson, Emily, <a href="#Page_54">54</a>, <a href="#Page_210">210</a>, <a href="#Page_218">218</a>, <a href="#Page_225">225</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Dorr, Julia C. R., <a href="#Page_258">258</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Driscoll, Louise, <a href="#Page_5">5</a>, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>, <a href="#Page_189">189</a></li>
+
+
+ <li class="ifrst">Egbert, Ella Elizabeth, <a href="#Page_224">224</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Elliston, George, <a href="#Page_210">210</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Emerson, Ralph Waldo, <a href="#Page_52">52</a>, <a href="#Page_191">191</a>, <a href="#Page_233">233</a></li>
+
+
+ <li class="ifrst">Fenton, Cora D., <a href="#Page_31">31</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Foster, Jeanne Robert, <a href="#Page_261">261</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Fox-Smith, C., <a href="#Page_133">133</a>, <a href="#Page_147">147</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Fyleman, Rose, <a href="#Page_228">228</a></li>
+
+
+ <li class="ifrst">Gale, Norman, <a href="#Page_35">35</a>, <a href="#Page_193">193</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Galsworthy, John, <a href="#Page_110">110</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Garland, Hamlin, <a href="#Page_4">4</a>, <a href="#Page_109">109</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Garrison, Theodosia, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>, <a href="#Page_18">18</a>, <a href="#Page_114">114</a>, <a href="#Page_125">125</a>, <a href="#Page_175">175</a>,
+ <a href="#Page_195">195</a>, <a href="#Page_219">219</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Gilman, Charlotte Perkins, <a href="#Page_61">61</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Gore-Booth, Eva, <a href="#Page_78">78</a>, <a href="#Page_241">241</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Gould, Gerald, <a href="#Page_155">155</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Grover, Edwin Osgood, <a href="#Page_135">135</a>, <a href="#Page_185">185</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Guest, Edgar A., <a href="#Page_10">10</a>, <a href="#Page_16">16</a>, <a href="#Page_34">34</a>, <a href="#Page_150">150</a>, <a href="#Page_155">155</a>, <a href="#Page_169">169</a>,
+ <a href="#Page_234">234</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Guiterman, Arthur, <a href="#Page_121">121</a></li>
+
+
+ <li class="ifrst">Hagedorn, Hermann, <a href="#Page_143">143</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Hardy, Thomas, <a href="#Page_184">184</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</span>Hare, Amory, <a href="#Page_23">23</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Hawkes, Robert Stephen, <a href="#Page_249">249</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Higginson, Ella, <a href="#Page_203">203</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Hood, Thomas, <a href="#Page_228">228</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Hopper, Nora, <a href="#Page_81">81</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Hovey, Richard, <a href="#Page_12">12</a>, <a href="#Page_31">31</a>, <a href="#Page_79">79</a>, <a href="#Page_92">92</a>, <a href="#Page_122">122</a>,
+ <a href="#Page_196">196</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Howard, Geoffrey, <a href="#Page_260">260</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Hoyt, Helen, <a href="#Page_132">132</a></li>
+
+
+ <li class="ifrst">Jennings, Leslie Nelson, <a href="#Page_8">8</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Johns, Orrick, <a href="#Page_236">236</a></li>
+
+
+ <li class="ifrst">Kauffman, Ruth Wright, <a href="#Page_165">165</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Kemp, Harry, <a href="#Page_77">77</a>, <a href="#Page_115">115</a>, <a href="#Page_134">134</a>, <a href="#Page_199">199</a>, <a href="#Page_213">213</a>, <a href="#Page_251">251</a>,
+ <a href="#Page_257">257</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Kenyon, Theda, <a href="#Page_50">50</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Ketchum, Arthur, <a href="#Page_111">111</a>, <a href="#Page_131">131</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">King, Georgiana Goddard, <a href="#Page_19">19</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Kipling, Rudyard, <a href="#Page_166">166</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Knowles, Frederic Lawrence, <a href="#Page_102">102</a></li>
+
+
+ <li class="ifrst">Lanier, Sidney, <a href="#Page_66">66</a>, <a href="#Page_238">238</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Laramore, Vivian Yeiser, <a href="#Page_243">243</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Larcom, Lucy, <a href="#Page_44">44</a>, <a href="#Page_71">71</a>, <a href="#Page_160">160</a>, <a href="#Page_265">265</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Laurence, Ray, <a href="#Page_48">48</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Le Gallienne, Richard, <a href="#Page_111">111</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Loveman, Robert, <a href="#Page_209">209</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Lowell, James Russell, <a href="#Page_45">45</a></li>
+
+
+ <li class="ifrst">Mackay, Isabel Ecclestine, <a href="#Page_19">19</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Macleod, Fiona, <a href="#Page_88">88</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">McGiffert, Gertrude Huntington, <a href="#Page_27">27</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">McGroarty, John Steven, <a href="#Page_32">32</a>, <a href="#Page_99">99</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">McLeod, Irene Ruthford, <a href="#Page_126">126</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">McQuilland, Louis J., <a href="#Page_25">25</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Mannin, Ethel E., <a href="#Page_80">80</a>, <a href="#Page_150">150</a>, <a href="#Page_178">178</a>, <a href="#Page_239">239</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Markham, Edwin, <a href="#Page_57">57</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Masefield, John, <a href="#Page_3">3</a>, <a href="#Page_75">75</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Mason, Caroline Atherton, <a href="#Page_112">112</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Millay, Edna St. Vincent, <a href="#Page_125">125</a>, <a href="#Page_145">145</a>, <a href="#Page_249">249</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Monro, Harold, <a href="#Page_243">243</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Montgomery, James Stuart, <a href="#Page_22">22</a>, <a href="#Page_82">82</a>, <a href="#Page_104">104</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Moreland, John Richard, <a href="#Page_193">193</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Morley, Christopher, <a href="#Page_68">68</a></li>
+
+
+ <li class="ifrst">Norton, Eleanour, <a href="#Page_29">29</a></li>
+
+
+ <li class="ifrst">O’Brien, Edward J., <a href="#Page_234">234</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">O’Reilly, John Boyle, <a href="#Page_7">7</a></li>
+
+
+ <li class="ifrst">Payne, Anne Blackwell, <a href="#Page_235">235</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Peace, Dorothy, <a href="#Page_103">103</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Percy, William Alexander, <a href="#Page_218">218</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Piatt, Sarah, <a href="#Page_241">241</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Pollard, Lancaster, <a href="#Page_144">144</a>, <a href="#Page_186">186</a>, <a href="#Page_192">192</a>, <a href="#Page_237">237</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Powell, Arthur, <a href="#Page_248">248</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Procter, Bryan Waller, <a href="#Page_89">89</a></li>
+
+
+ <li class="ifrst">Randolph, Thomas, <a href="#Page_30">30</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Reese, Lizette Woodworth, <a href="#Page_194">194</a>, <a href="#Page_250">250</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Rice, Cale Young, <a href="#Page_86">86</a>, <a href="#Page_115">115</a>, <a href="#Page_188">188</a>, <a href="#Page_196">196</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Rittenhouse, Jessie B., <a href="#Page_72">72</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Roberts, Charles G. D., <a href="#Page_39">39</a>, <a href="#Page_89">89</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Robinson, Corinne Roosevelt, <a href="#Page_9">9</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Rossetti, Christina, <a href="#Page_110">110</a>, <a href="#Page_266">266</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Runcie, John, <a href="#Page_85">85</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Russell, Maud, <a href="#Page_29">29</a></li>
+
+
+ <li class="ifrst">Sarett, Lew, <a href="#Page_253">253</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Scollard Clinton, <a href="#Page_43">43</a>, <a href="#Page_149">149</a>, <a href="#Page_183">183</a>, <a href="#Page_190">190</a>, <a href="#Page_236">236</a>,
+ <a href="#Page_265">265</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Service, Robert W., <a href="#Page_13">13</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Shephard, Odell, <a href="#Page_3">3</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Slender, Pauline, <a href="#Page_164">164</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Smith, Ada, <a href="#Page_20">20</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Smith, May Riley, <a href="#Page_142">142</a>, <a href="#Page_213">213</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</span>Speyer, Leonora, <a href="#Page_62">62</a>, <a href="#Page_215">215</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Stuart, Keith, <a href="#Page_82">82</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Swinburne, Algernon Charles, <a href="#Page_97">97</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Sylvester, Frederick O., <a href="#Page_245">245</a></li>
+
+
+ <li class="ifrst">Tabb, John B., <a href="#Page_55">55</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Tennyson, Alfred, <a href="#Page_205">205</a>, <a href="#Page_212">212</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Thorley, Wilfrid C., <a href="#Page_47">47</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Timrod, Henry, <a href="#Page_109">109</a>, <a href="#Page_206">206</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Tinckom-Fernandez, W. G., <a href="#Page_24">24</a>, <a href="#Page_177">177</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Towne, Charles Hanson, <a href="#Page_6">6</a>, <a href="#Page_195">195</a>, <a href="#Page_219">219</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Trench, Herbert, <a href="#Page_62">62</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Tynan, Katherine, <a href="#Page_96">96</a>, <a href="#Page_183">183</a>, <a href="#Page_267">267</a></li>
+
+
+ <li class="ifrst">Unknown, <a href="#Page_63">63</a>, <a href="#Page_100">100</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Upson, Arthur 247</li>
+
+
+ <li class="ifrst">van Dyke, Henry, <a href="#Page_70">70</a>, <a href="#Page_259">259</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Vinal, Harold, <a href="#Page_84">84</a></li>
+
+
+ <li class="ifrst">Waterman, Nixon, <a href="#Page_148">148</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Watson, William, <a href="#Page_208">208</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Welby, Amelia C., <a href="#Page_103">103</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Wetherald, Ethelwyn, <a href="#Page_64">64</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Wheatly, Vera, <a href="#Page_247">247</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Whitman, Walt, <a href="#Page_9">9</a>, <a href="#Page_47">47</a>, <a href="#Page_84">84</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Widdemer, Margaret, <a href="#Page_79">79</a>, <a href="#Page_113">113</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Williams, Oscar, <a href="#Page_85">85</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Wolfe, Humbert, <a href="#Page_48">48</a>, <a href="#Page_54">54</a></li>
+
+ <li class="indx">Wordsworth, William, <a href="#Page_21">21</a>, <a href="#Page_94">94</a>, <a href="#Page_238">238</a></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p class="pagenum-decorative pageno">
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+ <a id="Page_272"></a><span class="pgnum-number" id="Page_273">273</span>
+ <img src="images/pageheader.png" class="pgnum-ornament" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</p>
+
+
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="Index_to_Titles">
+ <i>Index to Titles</i>
+ </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<p>
+<table class="autotable">
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+A.B.C.’s in Green
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Leonora Speyer</i>, <a href="#ABCS_in_Green">62</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Afoot
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Charles G. D. Roberts</i>, <a href="#Afoot">39</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Afoot
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>C. Fox-Smith</i>, <a href="#Afoot_1">133</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Afoot and Light-Hearted
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Walt Whitman</i>, <a href="#Afoot_and_Light-Hearted">9</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Afternoon on a Hill
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Edna St. Vincent Millay</i>, <a href="#Afternoon_on_a_Hill">125</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+After Sunset
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Grace Hazard Conkling</i>, <a href="#After_Sunset">240</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Again Among the Hills
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Richard Hovey</i>, <a href="#Again_Among_the_Hills">122</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+“A la Belle Étoile”
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Sara Hamilton Birchall</i>, <a href="#A_la_Belle_Etoile">144</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Alms in Autumn
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Rose Fyleman</i>, <a href="#Alms_in_Autumn">228</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+An Autumn Garden
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>, <a href="#An_Autumn_Garden">220</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Angels of the Spring
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Robert Stephen Hawkes</i>, <a href="#Angels_of_the_Spring">249</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Answer, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Sara Hamilton Birchall</i>, <a href="#The_Answer">57</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+April
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Emily Dickinson</i>, <a href="#April_2">210</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+April
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>John Vance Cheney</i>, <a href="#April">41</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+April
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Theodosia Garrison</i>, <a href="#April_1">195</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+April, April
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>William Watson</i>, <a href="#April_April">208</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+April’s Coming
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Lancaster Pollard</i>, <a href="#Aprils_Coming">192</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+April Morning
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>George Elliston</i>, <a href="#April_Morning">210</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+April Music
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Clinton Scollard</i>, <a href="#April_Music">183</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+April Rain
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Robert Loveman</i>, <a href="#April_Rain">209</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+April Weather
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Lizette Woodworth Reese</i>, <a href="#April_Weather_1">194</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+April Weather
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>, <a href="#April_Weather">186</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+As the Tide Comes In
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Cale Young Rice</i>, <a href="#As_the_Tide_Comes_In">86</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Autumn
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Emily Dickinson</i>, <a href="#Autumn">218</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl" colspan="2">
+<br>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Beloved Vagabond, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>W. G. Tinckom-Fernandez</i>, <a href="#The_Beloved_Vagabond">177</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Best Road of All, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Charles Hanson Towne</i>, <a href="#The_Best_Road_of_All">6</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Black Ashes
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Martha Haskell Clark</i>, <a href="#Black_Ashes">161</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Blackbird, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Humbert Wolfe</i>, <a href="#The_Blackbird">54</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Blackbird Suddenly, A
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Joseph Auslander</i>, <a href="#A_Blackbird_Suddenly">246</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Blind
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Harry Kemp</i>, <a href="#Blind">199</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Buttercups
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Wilfrid C. Thorley</i>, <a href="#Buttercups">47</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl" colspan="2">
+<br>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Call, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Cora D. Fenton</i>, <a href="#The_Call">31</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Call, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Edgar A. Guest</i>, <a href="#The_Call_1">150</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Call of the Wild, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Robert W. Service</i>, <a href="#The_Call_of_the_Wild1">13</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Camping Song
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>, <a href="#Camping_Song">17</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Carouse
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Charles Hanson Towne</i>, <a href="#Carouse">219</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Changeless
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Martha Haskell Clark</i>, <a href="#Changeless">257</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+City Voice, A
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Theodosia Garrison</i>, <a href="#A_City_Voice">15</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_274">[Pg 274]</span>City-Weary
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Edgar A. Guest</i>, <a href="#City-Weary">10</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Clover
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>John B. Tabb</i>, <a href="#Clover">55</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Clouds and Sky
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Lancaster Pollard</i>, <a href="#Clouds_and_Sky">237</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Come, Spur Away!
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Thomas Randolph</i>, <a href="#Come_Spur_Away">30</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Comfort of the Stars, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Richard Burton</i>, <a href="#The_Comfort_of_the_Stars">251</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Coming of Dawn, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Grace Atherton Dennen</i>, <a href="#The_Coming_of_Dawn">227</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Comrades of the Trail
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Mary Carolyn Davies</i>, <a href="#Comrades_of_the_Trail">163</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Conversation, A
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Sara Hamilton Birchall</i>, <a href="#A_Conversation">55</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Country Faith, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Norman Gale</i>, <a href="#The_Country_Faith">35</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Coquette
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Keith Stuart</i>, <a href="#Coquette">82</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Credo
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Vera Wheatley</i>, <a href="#Credo">247</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Cry of the Dreamer, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>John Boyle O’Reilley</i>, <a href="#The_Cry_of_the_Dreamer">7</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Cry of the Hillborn, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>, <a href="#The_Cry_of_the_Hillborn">119</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl" colspan="2">
+<br>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Daisies
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>, <a href="#Daisies">53</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Dandelions, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Helen Gray Cone</i>, <a href="#The_Dandelions">51</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Dandelion, To the
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>James Russell Lowell</i>, <a href="#To_the_Dandelion">45</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Days Like These
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Ella Elizabeth Egbert</i>, <a href="#Days_Like_These">224</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Deep Down
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>James Stuart Montgomery</i>, <a href="#Deep_Down">104</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Deep-Water Man, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>James Stuart Montgomery</i>, <a href="#The_Deep-Water_Man">82</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Denial
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Lancaster Pollard</i>, <a href="#Denial">144</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Deserted Pasture, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>, <a href="#The_Deserted_Pasture">226</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Down East and Up Along
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Edwin Osgood Grover</i>, <a href="#Down_East_and_Up_Along">135</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Do You Fear the Wind?
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Hamlin Garland</i>, <a href="#Do_You_Fear_the_Wind">109</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Dreams of the Sea
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>William H. Davies</i>, <a href="#Dreams_of_the_Sea">76</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl" colspan="2">
+<br>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Early Morning at Bargis
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Hermann Hagedorn</i>, <a href="#Early_Morning_at_Bargis">143</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Early Spring
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Alfred Tennyson</i>, <a href="#Early_Spring">205</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Ellis Park
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Helen Hoyt</i>, <a href="#Ellis_Park">132</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Epitaph, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Katherine Tynan</i>, <a href="#The_Epitaph">267</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl" colspan="2">
+<br>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Farewell
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Katherine Tynan</i>, <a href="#Farewell">96</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Farewell
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Harry Kemp</i>, <a href="#Farewell_1">251</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Far From the Madding Crowd
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Nixon Waterman</i>, <a href="#Far_From_the_Madding">148</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Faun, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Richard Hovey</i>, <a href="#The_Faun">12</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Fishing
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Edgar A. Guest</i>, <a href="#Fishing_1">169</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Fishing
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Edgar A. Guest</i>, <a href="#Fishing">16</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Flower Chorus
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Ralph Waldo Emerson</i>, <a href="#Flower_Chorus">191</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Folly
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Vivian Yeiser Laramore</i>, <a href="#Folly">243</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl" colspan="2">
+<br>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Gipsy Feet
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Fannie Stearns Davis</i>, <a href="#Gipsy_Feet">158</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Gypsy-Heart
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Katherine Lee Bates</i>, <a href="#Gypsy-Heart">172</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Gypsying, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Theodosia Garrison</i>, <a href="#The_Gypsying">175</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Gipsy Song
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Sara Hamilton Birchall</i>, <a href="#Gipsy_Song">156</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_275">[Pg 275]</span>Gipsy Trail, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Rudyard Kipling</i>, <a href="#The_Gipsy_Trail">166</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Gipsy Wedding, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Sara Hamilton Birchall</i>, <a href="#The_Gipsy_Wedding">165</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+God is at the Anvil
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Lew Sarett</i>, <a href="#God_is_at_the_Anvil">253</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+God Made This Day For Me
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Edgar A. Guest</i>, <a href="#God_Made_This_Day_For">34</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+God, When You Thought of a Pine Tree
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Unknown</i>, <a href="#God_When_You_Thought_of">63</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+God’s World
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Edna St. Vincent Millay</i>, <a href="#Gods_World">249</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Going Down in Ships
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Harry Kemp</i>, <a href="#Going_Down_in_Ships">77</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Going of His Feet, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Harry Kemp</i>, <a href="#The_Going_of_His_Feet">134</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Good Company
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Karl Wilson Baker</i>, <a href="#Good_Company">71</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Gospel of the Fields
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Arthur Upson</i>, <a href="#Gospel_of_the_Fields">247</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Grace for Gardens
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Louise Driscoll</i>, <a href="#Grace_for_Gardens">40</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Grass, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Walt Whitman</i>, <a href="#The_Grass">47</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+“Gratias Ago”
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Geoffrey Howard</i>, <a href="#Gratias_Ago">260</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Gray
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Oscar Williams</i>, <a href="#Gray">85</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Gray Rocks and Grayer Sea
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Charles G. D. Roberts</i>, <a href="#Gray_Rocks_and_Grayer">89</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Great Outdoors, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Maud Russell</i>, <a href="#The_Great_Outdoors">29</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Green Inn, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Theodosia Garrison</i>, <a href="#The_Green_Inn">18</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Green Tree in the Fall, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Jessie B. Rittenhouse</i>, <a href="#The_Green_Tree_In_The_Fall">72</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl" colspan="2">
+<br>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Had I the Choice
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Walt Whitman</i>, <a href="#Had_I_the_Choice">84</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Happy Wind
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>William H. Davies</i>, <a href="#Happy_Wind">112</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Hark to the Shouting Wind
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Henry Timrod</i>, <a href="#Hark_to_the_Shouting">109</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Have You?
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Harry W. Dean</i>, <a href="#Have_You">171</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Hesperides
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Harry Kemp</i>, <a href="#Hesperides">257</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Highways
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Leslie Nelson Jennings</i>, <a href="#Highways">8</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Hills
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Arthur Guiterman</i>, <a href="#Hills">121</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Hills, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Theodosia Garrison</i>, <a href="#The_Hills">125</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Hill Hunger
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Joseph Auslander</i>, <a href="#Hill_Hunger">124</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Hollyhocks, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Ray Laurence</i>, <a href="#The_Hollyhocks">48</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Homesick
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Julia C. R. Dorr</i>, <a href="#Homesick">258</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Hound, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Babette Deutsch</i>, <a href="#The_Hound">229</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+House of the Trees, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Ethelwyn Wetherald</i>, <a href="#The_House_of_the_Trees">64</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+How Miracles Abound
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Clinton Scollard</i>, <a href="#How_Miracles_Abound">236</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Hunting Song
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Richard Hovey</i>, <a href="#Hunting_Song">31</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl" colspan="2">
+<br>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+If all the Skies
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Henry van Dyke</i>, <a href="#If_all_the_Skies">259</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+I Meant to Do My Work Today
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Richard Le Gallienne</i>, <a href="#I_Meant_to_Do_My">111</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Immortal, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Cale Young Rice</i>, <a href="#The_Immortal">196</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+In a Garden
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Theda Kenyon</i>, <a href="#In_a_Garden">50</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+In City Streets
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Ada Smith</i>, <a href="#In_City_Streets">20</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Indian Summer
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Emily Dickinson</i>, <a href="#Indian_Summer">225</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl" colspan="2">
+<br>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Journey
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Edna St. Vincent Millay</i>, <a href="#Journey">145</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Joys of the Road, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>, <a href="#The_Joys_of_the_Road">136</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl" colspan="2">
+<br>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_276">[Pg 276]</span>King’s Highway, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>John Steven McGroarty</i>, <a href="#The_Kings_Highway">32</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl" colspan="2">
+<br>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Lake, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Eleanour Norton</i>, <a href="#The_Lake">29</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Lark, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Lizette Woodworth Reese</i>, <a href="#The_Lark">250</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Last Hour, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Ethel Clifford</i>, <a href="#The_Last_Hour">252</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Let Me Go Where’er I Will
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Ralph Waldo Emerson</i>, <a href="#Let_Me_Go_Whereer_I">233</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Lilac, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Humbert Wolfe</i>, <a href="#The_Lilac">48</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Little Things
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Orrick Johns</i>, <a href="#Little_Things">236</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl" colspan="2">
+<br>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Maine Trail, A
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Gertrude H. McGiffert</i>, <a href="#A_Maine_Trail">27</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Marigolds
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>, <a href="#Marigolds">49</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Marshes, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Sidney Lanier</i>, <a href="#The_Marshes5">238</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+May-Lure
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Richard Burton</i>, <a href="#May-Lure">211</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Mendicants, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>, <a href="#The_Mendicants">176</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+More Ancient Mariner, A
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>, <a href="#A_More_Ancient">173</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Morning, A
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Theodosia Garrison</i>, <a href="#A_Morning">114</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Morning Song
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Lancaster Pollard</i>, <a href="#Morning_Song">186</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+My Garden
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Thomas E. Brown</i>, <a href="#My_Garden">41</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>William Wordsworth</i>, <a href="#My_Heart_Leaps_Up_When">238</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Mystic, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Cale Young Rice</i>, <a href="#The_Mystic">115</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl" colspan="2">
+<br>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Naturalist on a June Sunday, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Leonora Speyer</i>, <a href="#The_Naturalist_On_A">215</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+November in England
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Thomas Hood</i>, <a href="#November_in_England">228</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl" colspan="2">
+<br>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Ocean, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Lord Byron</i>, <a href="#The_Ocean">100</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+O Dreamy, Gloomy, Friendly Trees!
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Herbert Trench</i>, <a href="#O_Dreamy_Gloomy">62</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+On a Hill
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Irene Rutherford McLeod</i>, <a href="#On_a_Hill">126</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+One Blackbird
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Harold Monro</i>, <a href="#One_Blackbird">243</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Out in the Fields with God
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Elizabeth Browning</i>, <a href="#Out_in_the_Fields_with_God">53</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Out-of-Doors
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Ethel E. Mannin</i>, <a href="#Out-of-Doors">239</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Overtones
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>William Alexander Percy</i>, <a href="#Overtones">218</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl" colspan="2">
+<br>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Pagan Hymn, A
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>John Runcie</i>, <a href="#A_Pagan_Hymn">85</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Path that Leads to Nowhere, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Corinne Roosevelt Robinson</i>, <a href="#The_Path_That_Leads_To_Nowhere">9</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Perilous Light, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Eva Gore-Booth</i>, <a href="#The_Perilous_Light">241</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Picture, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Frederick O. Sylvester</i>, <a href="#The_Picture">245</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Pippa’s Song
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Robert Browning</i>, <a href="#Pippas_Song">233</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Port o’ Heart’s Desire, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>John Steven McGroarty</i>, <a href="#The_Port_o_Hearts_Desire">99</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Prayer, A
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Edwin Markham</i>, <a href="#A_Prayer">57</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Prayer Before Poems
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Anne Blackwell Payne</i>, <a href="#Prayer_Before_Poems">235</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl" colspan="2">
+<br>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_277">[Pg 277]</span>Ragged Regiment, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Alice Williams Brotherton</i>, <a href="#The_Ragged_Regiment">49</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Rain
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Kenneth Slade Alling</i>, <a href="#Rain_1">250</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Rain
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Lucy Larcom</i>, <a href="#Rain">44</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Rebellion
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Stephen Chalmers</i>, <a href="#Rebellion">140</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Renewal
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Charles Hanson Towne</i>, <a href="#Renewal">195</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Return, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Algernon Charles Swinburne</i>, <a href="#The_Return">97</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Rhodora
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Ralph Waldo Emerson</i>, <a href="#Rhodora">52</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Road Song
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>James Stuart Montgomery</i>, <a href="#Road_Song">22</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Road Song
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>W. G. Tinckom-Fernandez</i>, <a href="#Road_Song_1">24</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Road that Leads to Home, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Ethel E. Mannin</i>, <a href="#The_Road_that_Leads_to">150</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Road to Vagabondia, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Dana Burnet</i>, <a href="#The_Road_To_Vagabondia">157</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Robin, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Emily Dickinson</i>, <a href="#The_Robin">54</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Runaway, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Cale Young Rice</i>, <a href="#The_Runaway">188</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Rune of Riches, A
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Florence Converse</i>, <a href="#A_Rune_of_Riches">244</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl" colspan="2">
+<br>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Sea Call
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Margaret Widdemer</i>, <a href="#Sea_Call">79</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Sea Change, A
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Dorothy Peace</i>, <a href="#A_Sea_Change">103</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Sea, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Bryan Waller Proctor</i>, <a href="#The_Sea_1">89</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Sea, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Richard Hovey</i>, <a href="#The_Sea3">92</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Sea, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Nora Hopper</i>, <a href="#The_Sea">81</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Sea-Fever
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>John Masefield</i>, <a href="#Sea-Fever">75</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Sea Longing
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Harold Vinal</i>, <a href="#Sea_Longing">84</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Sea Road, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Martha Haskell Clark</i>, <a href="#The_Sea_Road">91</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Sea-Song
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Martha Haskell Clark</i>, <a href="#Sea-Song">104</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Sea-Urge
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Unknown</i>, <a href="#Sea-Urge">100</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Sea Wind, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Arthur Ketchum</i>, <a href="#The_Sea-Wind">111</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Secret, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>John Richard Moreland</i>, <a href="#The_Secret">193</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Secret Voices, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Ethel E. Mannin</i>, <a href="#The_Secret_Voices">178</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+September
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Sara Hamilton Birchall</i>, <a href="#September">223</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Shared
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Lucy Larcom</i>, <a href="#Shared">265</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Ship-Love
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Ethel E. Mannin</i>, <a href="#Ship-Love">80</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Short Beach
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Richard Hovey</i>, <a href="#Short_Beach">79</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+“Sic Vita”
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>William Stanley Braithwaite</i>, <a href="#Sic_Vita">245</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Singer’s Quest, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Odell Shepard</i>, <a href="#The_Singers_Quest">3</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Sojourner, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Sara Hamilton Birchall</i>, <a href="#The_Sojourner">146</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Song
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Georgiana Goddard King</i>, <a href="#Song">19</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Song
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>John Vance Cheney</i>, <a href="#Song2">239</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Song in Autumn, A
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Theodosia Garrison</i>, <a href="#A_Song_in_Autumn">219</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Song in March
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Clinton Scollard</i>, <a href="#Song_in_March">190</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Song of Ballyshannon
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Jeanne Robert Foster</i>, <a href="#Song_of_Ballyshannon">261</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Song of Desire, A
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Frederic Lawrence Knowles</i>, <a href="#A_Song_of_Desire">102</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Song of the Open
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Sara Hamilton Birchall</i>, <a href="#Song_of_the_Open">139</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_278">[Pg 278]</span>Song of the Open Road, A
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Louis J. McQuilland</i>, <a href="#A_Song_of_the_Open_Road">25</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Song of the Road, A
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Fred G. Bowles</i>, <a href="#A_Song_of_the_Road">263</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Song of the Sea
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Richard Burton</i>, <a href="#Song_of_the_Sea">95</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Song the Grass Sings, A
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Charles G. Blanden</i>, <a href="#A_Song_the_Grass_Sings">42</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Son of the Sea, A
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>, <a href="#A_Son_of_the_Sea">75</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Sorrow in a Garden
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>May Riley Smith</i>, <a href="#Sorrow_in_a_Garden">213</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Spell of the Pool, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>L. Burton Crane, Jr.</i>, <a href="#The_Spell_of_the_Pool">28</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Spring
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Norman Gale</i>, <a href="#Spring">193</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Spring
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Richard Hovey</i>, <a href="#Spring_1">196</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Spring
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Henry Timrod</i>, <a href="#Spring_2">206</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Spring’s Answer
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Edwin Osgood Grover</i>, <a href="#Springs_Answer">185</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Spring Market
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Louise Driscoll</i>, <a href="#Spring_Market">189</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Spring Song
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>, <a href="#Spring_Song">200</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+St. Bartholomew’s on the Hill
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>, <a href="#St_Bartholomews_On">168</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Streams
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Clinton Scollard</i>, <a href="#Streams">149</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Strip of Blue, A
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Lucy Larcom</i>, <a href="#A_Strip_of_Blue">160</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Summer
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Richard Burton</i>, <a href="#Summer4">216</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Sunflowers
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Clinton Scollard</i>, <a href="#Sunflowers">43</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Sunrise
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Edgar A. Guest</i>, <a href="#Sunrise_2">234</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Sunrise
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Robert Browning</i>, <a href="#Sunrise_1">212</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Sweet, Low Speech of the Rain, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Ella Higginson</i>, <a href="#The_Sweet_Low_Speech">203</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl" colspan="2">
+<br>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Tell all the World
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Harry Kemp</i>, <a href="#Tell_All_The_World">213</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+That Wind is Best
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Caroline Atherton Mason</i>, <a href="#That_Wind_Is_Best">112</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Three Trees
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Christopher Morley</i>, <a href="#Three_Trees">68</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Throstle, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Alfred Tennyson</i>, <a href="#The_Throstle">212</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Toil of the Trail, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Hamlin Garland</i>, <a href="#The_Toil_of_the_Trail">4</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Traveller’s Joy
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Arthur Ketchum</i>, <a href="#Travellers_Joy_1">131</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Traveller’s Rest
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>C. Fox-Smith</i>, <a href="#Travellers_Rest">147</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Trees
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>, <a href="#Trees">65</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Trees, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Lucy Larcom</i>, <a href="#The_Trees_1">71</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Trees, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Samuel Valentine Cole</i>, <a href="#The_Trees">67</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Trees
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Henry van Dyke</i>, <a href="#Trees_1">70</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Trees and The Master, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Sidney Lanier</i>, <a href="#The_Trees_and_the_Master">66</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Tree Feelings
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Charlotte Perkins Gilman</i>, <a href="#Tree_Feelings">61</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Tree-Top Road, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>May Riley Smith</i>, <a href="#The_Tree-Top_Road">142</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Trumpet of the Dawn, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Clinton Scollard</i>, <a href="#The_Trumpet_of_the_Dawn">265</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Turn O’ The Year
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Katherine Tynan</i>, <a href="#Turn_O_The_Year">183</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Twilight At Sea
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Amelia C. Welby</i>, <a href="#Twilight_At_Sea">103</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Two Old Men
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Louise Driscoll</i>, <a href="#Two_Old_Men">5</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl" colspan="2">
+<br>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Undersong, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Fiona Macleod</i>, <a href="#The_Undersong">88</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Up-Hill
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Christina Rossetti</i>, <a href="#Up-Hill">266</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</span>Up a Hill and a Hill
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Fannie Stearns Davis</i>, <a href="#Up_a_Hill_and_a_Hill">120</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Up! Up! My Friend, and Quit Your Books
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>William Wordsworth</i>, <a href="#Up_Up_My_Friend">21</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl" colspan="2">
+<br>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Vagabond at Home, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Ruth Wright Kauffman</i>, <a href="#The_Vagabond_At_Home">165</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Vagabond, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Edgar A. Guest</i>, <a href="#The_Vagabond">155</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Vagabonds
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Sara Hamilton Birchall</i>, <a href="#Vagabonds">175</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Vagabond Song, A
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Bliss Carman</i>, <a href="#A_Vagabond_Song">171</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Vagrant, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Pauline Slender</i>, <a href="#The_Vagrant">164</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl" colspan="2">
+<br>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Walking at Night
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Amory Hare</i>, <a href="#Walking_at_Night">23</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Wanderer, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Zoe Akins</i>, <a href="#The_Wanderer">264</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Wander Lure, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Kendall Banning</i>, <a href="#The_Wander_Lure">162</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Wanderlust
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Isabel Ecclestine Mackay</i>, <a href="#Wanderlust">19</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Wanderer’s Song, A
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>John Masefield</i>, <a href="#A_Wanderers_Song">3</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Wanderthirst
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Gerald Gould</i>, <a href="#Wanderthirst">155</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Wasted Hours
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Medora Addison</i>, <a href="#Wasted_Hours">253</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Waves of Breffny, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Eva Gore-Booth</i>, <a href="#The_Waves_of_Breffny">78</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Welcome, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Arthur Powell</i>, <a href="#The_Welcome">248</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea, A
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Allan Cunningham</i>, <a href="#A_Wet_Sheet_and_a_Flowing">87</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+What Do We Plant?
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Henry Abbey</i>, <a href="#What_Do_We_Plant">69</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Whisper of Earth, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Edward J. O’Brien</i>, <a href="#The_Whisper_Of_Earth">234</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Who Has Seen the Wind?
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Christina Rossetti</i>, <a href="#Who_Has_Seen_the_Wind">110</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Whole Duty of Berkshire Brooks, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Grace Hazard Conkling</i>, <a href="#The_Whole_Duty_of_Berkshire">240</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Wind
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>John Galsworthy</i>, <a href="#Wind">110</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Wind-Litany
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Margaret Widdemer</i>, <a href="#Wind-Litany">113</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Wind’s Life, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Harry Kemp</i>, <a href="#The_Winds_Life">115</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Wishing
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>William Allingham</i>, <a href="#Wishing">44</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+World is Too Much With Us, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>William Wordsworth</i>, <a href="#The_World_is_Too_Much">94</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Word with a Skylark, A
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Sarah Piatt</i>, <a href="#A_Word_With_a_Skylark">241</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl" colspan="2">
+<br>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Year’s Awakening, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Thomas Hardy</i>, <a href="#The_Years_Awakening">184</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Yellow Pansy, A
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Helen Gray Cone</i>, <a href="#A_Yellow_Pansy">56</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+Young Dandelion, The
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<i>Dina Mulock Craik</i>, <a href="#The_Young_Dandelion">42</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+<div class="transnote">
+ <h2 class="nobreak" id="TRANSCRIBERS_NOTES">
+ TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES
+ </h2>
+
+
+
+<p>Inconsistencies in poem titles and author names corrected. However,
+inconsistencies in the <a href="#Copyright_Acknowledgments">Copyright Acknowledgements</a> section remain
+unchanged.</p>
+
+<p>Inconsistencies in section titles normalized.</p>
+
+<p>Missing footnote anchors added. The footnote text for <a href="#The_Return">The Return</a> is
+missing in the original text, so its footnote anchor has been removed
+in this edition.</p>
+
+<p>Obvious typos corrected, particularly in incorrect/missing periods and
+commas.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#The_House_of_the_Trees">The House of the Trees</a>: spelling of “ope” has been retained.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#Gipsy_Song">Gipsy Song</a>: verse misalignment corrected.</p>
+
+<p>“Sunrise” by Robert Browning appears twice in the book, on pages <a href="#Sunrise">94</a> and <a href="#Sunrise_1">212</a>. The poem title appears only once in the <a href="#Index_to_Titles">Index to Titles</a>.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
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