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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 & 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 & 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 & 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 & Company for “Deep-Water Men,” “Deep Down,” +from <i>Songs of Men</i>, by James Stuart Montgomery.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>To Federal National Bank, Boston, for “The Cry of the +Dreamer,” by John Boyle O’Reilly.</p> + +<p>To Forbes & 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 & Company, Inc. for “Sea Call” from <i>Cross +Currents</i> by Margaret Widdemer, copyright 1921, by Harcourt, +Brace & 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 & Stoughton, Limited, (London), for “Credo,” by +Vera Wheatley.</p> + +<p>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.</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 & Company, for “Autumn,” “The Robin,” +“April,” “Indian Summer,” by Emily Dickinson.</p> + +<p>To Longmans, Green & Co. (London) for “A Word With a +Skylark,” by Sarah Piatt.</p> + +<p>To Lothrop, Lee & 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 & 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 & 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 & 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 & 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 & 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 & 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—</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—</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—</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The gray dust and the brown⁠—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">May love red tiling two miles off⁠—</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—</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,⁠—</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And the stream is still and slow.⁠—</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,⁠—</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,⁠—</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>⁠<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—</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—</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 & 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;⁠—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I know a place where God’s great trees go up to meet His sky⁠—</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;⁠—</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>⁠<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—</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—</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:⁠—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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,⁠—</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—</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?⁠—</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,⁠—</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—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Flowers,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Gossiping with drowsy bees</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In social, chaste amenities⁠—</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—</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—</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—</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,⁠—</div> + <div class="verse indent2">I know not how it came,⁠—</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.⁠—</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.⁠—</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?⁠—</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—</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—</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,⁠—</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—</div> + <div class="verse indent2">These thoughts that bitterly repine⁠—</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,⁠—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Yet heaven holds no blisses</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Like the sharp tang of her kisses⁠—</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—</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—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The songs I’ve sung and the laughs I’ve laughed⁠—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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,⁠—</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,⁠—</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,⁠—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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>⁠<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,⁠—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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,⁠—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ether and star and clod⁠—</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—</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—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My heroic mother hills⁠—</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,⁠—</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!⁠—</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.⁠—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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,⁠—</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,⁠—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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,⁠—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All the time that I’ve been here and you far away,⁠—</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,⁠—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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.⁠—</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;⁠—</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!⁠—</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,⁠—</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,⁠—</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,⁠—</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,⁠—</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,⁠—</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,⁠—</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,⁠—</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,⁠—</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—</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—</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—</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,⁠—</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—</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—</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,⁠—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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,⁠—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Children of the first warm sunlight</div> + <div class="verse indent2">In their sober Quaker hue,⁠—</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,⁠—</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—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Earth’s obituary tears⁠—</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—</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—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Something I cannot name⁠—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not the first that grew⁠—</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—</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—</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,⁠—</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—</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—</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,⁠—</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,⁠—</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,⁠—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Strong insistence, sweet intrusion,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Vasts and verges of illusion,⁠—</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,⁠—</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—</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—</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,⁠—</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—</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—</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—</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’⁠—</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>⁠<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,⁠—</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—</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,⁠—</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,⁠—</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?⁠—</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—</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—</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,⁠—</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—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No sky—no earthly view⁠—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No distance looking blue⁠—</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”⁠—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No indications where the Crescents go⁠—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No top to any steeple⁠—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No recognitions of familiar people⁠—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No courtesies for showing ’em⁠—</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—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“No go”—by land or ocean⁠—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No mail—no post⁠—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No news from any foreign coast⁠—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No park—no ring—no afternoon gentility⁠—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No company—no nobility⁠—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No comfortable feel in any member⁠—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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>⁠<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,⁠—</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,⁠—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">This waste of grave-dust stamped with crown and crest,⁠—</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,⁠—</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,⁠—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The shimmer and the shine!⁠—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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,⁠—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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,⁠—</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,⁠—</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,⁠—</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!⁠—</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,⁠—</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,⁠—</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> + +<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78129 ***</div> +</body> +</html> diff --git a/78129-h/images/cover.jpg b/78129-h/images/cover.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..ff1b1f2 --- /dev/null +++ b/78129-h/images/cover.jpg diff --git a/78129-h/images/decorative1.png b/78129-h/images/decorative1.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..533e174 --- /dev/null +++ b/78129-h/images/decorative1.png diff --git a/78129-h/images/decorative2.png b/78129-h/images/decorative2.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..e22ca84 --- /dev/null +++ b/78129-h/images/decorative2.png diff --git a/78129-h/images/frontispiece.jpg b/78129-h/images/frontispiece.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..4f83cb5 --- /dev/null +++ b/78129-h/images/frontispiece.jpg diff --git a/78129-h/images/pageheader.png b/78129-h/images/pageheader.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..a20c950 --- /dev/null +++ b/78129-h/images/pageheader.png |
