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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78702 ***
+
+
+
+
+ARCHWAYS OF LIFE
+
+
+
+
+ ARCHWAYS OF LIFE
+
+ _by_
+
+ _Mercedes de Acosta_
+
+ _Author of “Moods,” etc._
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+ NEW YORK
+ MOFFAT, YARD AND COMPANY
+ 1921
+
+
+
+
+ COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY
+ MOFFAT, YARD & COMPANY
+
+
+
+
+ _To_
+ A. P.
+
+
+
+
+_Acknowledgment is made to “Poetry: A Magazine of Verse,” for
+permission to reprint some of the poems in this volume._
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+                                   PAGE
+
+FADED PETALS                         13
+
+SOILED HANDS                         14
+
+REFLECTION                           15
+
+LUMBERMEN                            16
+
+SONNET                               17
+
+UNPOSSESSED                          18
+
+UNREALITY                            19
+
+MAGIC                                20
+
+PLATITUDES                           21
+
+A DREAM                              22
+
+TO VOULETTI                          23
+
+OCTOBER 28TH                         24
+
+LIFE’S MIRAGE                        25
+
+WIND                                 26
+
+GOD’S HAND                           27
+
+WORDS                                29
+
+BLINDNESS                            30
+
+SPRING AND YOU                       31
+
+WALT WHITMAN                         32
+
+SURRENDER                            33
+
+WE THREE                             34
+
+IN THE WINGS                         38
+
+INFATUATION                          39
+
+ALL I ASK                            40
+
+SYMBOL                               41
+
+MISUNDERSTANDING                     42
+
+ENDING                               44
+
+POETRY                               46
+
+ATLANTIC CITY                        48
+
+YOUR FACE                            49
+
+ILLUSION                             50
+
+FESTA DEL REDENTORE IN VENICE        51
+
+COLOR SYMPHONY                       52
+
+TO ONE WHO LOVES JEWELS              53
+
+FOOTPRINTS                           54
+
+LIFE AND YOUTH                       55
+
+POOR FOOLS                           58
+
+LONGING                              59
+
+MUSIC                                60
+
+FLOWERS AND STARS                    61
+
+
+
+
+ARCHWAYS OF LIFE
+
+
+
+
+    _I am a part of all that I have met.
+    Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’
+    Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
+    Forever and forever when I move._
+                                         “ULYSSES.”
+
+
+
+
+FADED PETALS
+
+
+    Come! Let us be friends.
+    Throw off the cloak of passion
+    (You wear it far too much)
+    And though your slightest touch
+    Has ceased to make me tremble,
+    There is no reason why--
+    We still cannot
+    Climb our hill together,
+    And, at twilight’s end,
+    Call each other “friend.”
+    The rose tree fades but has its spring and autumn,
+    And so with love.
+    But with a rose--
+    We gather its faded petals
+    And in a box of precious metals
+    We store its fragrance.
+    Why not with love?
+    And which is more beautiful--
+    Who can say?
+    A rose in bloom or the fragrance of its petals
+    In decay!
+
+
+
+
+SOILED HANDS
+
+
+    After everyone had left,
+    It was always so wonderful sitting in the dark theatre with you.
+    There was a mystery about it,
+    As though the echo of many plays
+    Still lingered in the folds of the curtain,
+    While phantom figures crouched low in the chairs,
+    Beating suppressed applause with vapor hands.
+    Do you remember how we always sat silently?
+    I would shut my eyes to feel your closeness nearer.
+    Then slowly and like a ritual
+    I would take your hand,
+    And you would laugh a little and say,
+    “My hands are awfully sticky”--or
+    “I can’t seem to keep my hands clean in this theatre,”
+    As if that mattered ... as if that mattered....
+
+
+
+
+REFLECTION
+
+
+    I, with my back to the window,
+    Can see bending and swinging trees,
+    A gay blue patch of the sky
+    With the corner of a cloud looking in
+    And you, with your face buried in a rose.
+    Thus, I have my whole world,
+    In just this little mirror
+    Which I hold in the hollow of my hand.
+
+
+
+
+LUMBERMEN
+
+
+    I watch the lumbermen
+    Winding up the mountain
+    Between the autumn branches.
+    I see
+
+    Leaves gold, red, flame and green,
+    With flashes of faded blue between
+    Of their overalls.
+    Straining and pulling
+    Horses brown and soiled white
+    Stagger up the mountain side
+    Before them
+    Dragging huge and heavy timber.
+    Down in the valley
+    I can hear the echo
+    Of the men’s muffled curses,
+    And the quick snap
+    Of long thin whips.
+
+
+
+
+SONNET
+
+
+    I could not wish all pain and grief and fears
+    Should leave my life and let my heart go free;
+    For then true love could never stay with me,--
+    That deepest love that had its birth in tears.
+    Smiles come in eyes, while often joy appears
+    When lovers meet--but deeper than the sea,
+    With strength that could a thousand chains tear free,
+    Is love that from gray tragic sorrow rears.
+
+    So, love, but one rare bliss I would aspire:
+    If you would let me share your grief on earth,
+    Bear all your loss and take your pain entire--
+    Guide your dark way. Let others share your mirth,
+    I know your gay laughter is not for me--
+    But lean on me in grief, when tears flow free.
+
+
+
+
+UNPOSSESSED
+
+
+    Never shall I be all subdued,
+    Nor the real secret of me understood;
+    Passionately and violently my body may be possessed,
+    But my spirit
+    Always a virgin,
+    Will wander on forever
+    Unpossessed!
+
+
+
+
+UNREALITY
+
+
+    From out the window pane I see your face,
+    Its outline a little vague
+    In the dimness of the shadow.
+    But the whiteness of your skin
+    Is like a clean ship’s sail,
+    Standing out in the darkness of a night.
+    And your eyes,--I see them like two golden bowls,
+    With the rays of a thousand moonbeams sweeping over them.
+    As I pass out into the blackness,
+    I wonder if I have ever really known you--
+    Or, if you exist at all--
+    And are not but a twisted, fevered, silver creation of my brain,
+    And the unreality of you comes over me,
+    Like a mist upon a lonely sea.
+
+
+
+
+MAGIC
+
+
+    We, who yesterday were spring, and wine, and flame, to each other,
+    Today are only two human beings,
+    Commonplace, and tired;
+    You vaguely jealous, and I slightly bored....
+    But tomorrow--
+    Or the next day--
+    The Magic may come back again,
+    And with it Spring, and Wine, and Flame.
+
+    It is for this that I live.
+
+
+
+
+PLATITUDES
+
+
+    Tonight for a second
+    I almost thought I could love you.
+    The mystery of the night
+    And stillness of the wind
+    Seemed to speak of love
+    And draw us closer.
+    There was something sublime
+    About our silence,
+    With only the sound of dripping water
+    As it splashed and fingered the bow of our boat.
+    I seemed to see you differently,
+    And for a brief instant
+    My love wanted to creep down
+    And kneel at your feet.
+    Just then you turned and said:
+    “Isn’t the moon wonderful tonight!” and
+    “It all seems like a stage setting,”
+    Then I knew I never could love you!
+
+
+
+
+A DREAM
+
+
+    I remember when the moon cast down a flood
+    Of gold across my floor and you came through
+    And held my hand and brought me hope like silver dew.
+    I remember when your touch stirred my blood
+    And taught me in a flash to dream of you,
+    And recklessly I poured your face into my heart
+    And lodged you there--and you were a part
+    Of me, before I knew.
+
+    Then we became comrades, we two,
+    Even before this dream so strange and new
+    Fastened itself upon my wakeful life,
+    And from out the chaos and maddening strife
+    I called to you....
+
+    And now you do not answer.
+
+
+
+
+TO VOULETTI
+
+
+    There is not a leaf grown,
+    Not a breeze that’s blown,
+    Not a sweet fragrant tree
+    That is not you, to me.
+
+    In the sunlight I feel your smile,
+    In the moonlight the whole long while,
+    I feel the pressure of your hand,
+    And feeling this I understand.
+
+    I understand all sacred things,
+    The depths of Life, the secret wings
+    That carry beyond the dreary way,
+    Turning dark to light, and night to day.
+
+    All things fine, and straight, and true,
+    I know better because of you,
+    While your sweetness is like a warm fresh shower,
+    And your face and soul like a sun-kissed flower.
+
+
+
+
+OCTOBER 28TH
+
+
+    Today is your birthday.
+    Many people will come to you with offerings,
+    While I,
+    Who seemingly know you so slightly,
+    Yet who truly know you so well,
+    Must stand aside with empty hands.
+    If love could make this day perfect,
+    My love would weave for you
+    A web enmeshed with all your desires.
+    On your pathway
+    I would fling stars for pebbles
+    And tear down the moon
+    So that you might wear
+    The radiance of its silver
+    In your hair.
+    But instead--
+    I stand outside like a wall
+    And quite powerless
+    I send no gift at all.
+
+
+
+
+LIFE’S MIRAGE
+
+
+    I have seen happiness. I have seen a slim figure steal
+    Across my path, and gathering flowers, laughingly kneel
+    And strew them on my way....
+    Then, but for one brief day,
+    I have seen them bloom beneath my feet, and fade away.
+
+    I have heard happiness. I have heard its voice, blown through
+        the trees,
+    Calling and whispering in soft minor keys;
+    I have heard the voice of heart’s desire, the voice of Hope,
+    Chanting melodiously and luring me up the slope
+    Of Life.
+
+    I have held happiness. Like a grain of sand,
+    Golden and beautiful, and gathered in my hand.
+    There, one second--then gone again:
+    Elusive, transient: all in vain
+    To try and hold it.
+
+
+
+
+WIND
+
+
+    If I should die,
+    I would be buried air-tight beneath the ground.
+    While you--
+    Your gold hair blowing in the breeze--
+    Would still feel the caress of the wind,
+    And on your face would steal
+    A smile.
+
+    If I should die,
+    My body would be buried air-tight beneath the ground,
+    But my spirit will wander in the wind
+    That touches and circles about your face.
+    Perhaps you will know this--
+    And recognizing my touch
+    For this reason, you will smile....
+
+    The smile I know and love.
+
+
+
+
+GOD’S HAND
+
+
+    Let me wander back over the mountains,
+    And facing the sea
+    Live under the open sky--
+    Too long have I been encumbered
+    With the deceit of man
+    And his spoken lie.
+    I wish to die,
+    Away from petty thoughts
+    And treacherous ways,
+    And end my days
+    Alone.
+
+    I shall sing no sad lament
+    That no hand guides me;
+    But rather shall the vision I once have been
+    Through solitude, make me again the thing I might have been.
+    The self I lost because I trusted, loved and hoped,
+    And blinded my eyes with the dust of faith and groped
+    My way to truth.
+
+    There is no truth in man--
+    Only shall I find it
+    In grasping God’s Hand
+    That leads my way to hill and tree,
+    And stamps His Truth upon the sea.
+    In nature shall I find my life,
+    Through nature lose the poisoned knife,
+    That tried to slay me.
+    In solitude I shall breathe life’s breath,
+    And breathing life I shall welcome death.
+
+
+
+
+WORDS
+
+
+    Words--words--
+    Why are you forever fencing?
+    And if you must fence
+    Cannot you use something else
+    Besides words!
+    Do you remember the last night?
+    We talked so madly--
+    Words again
+    And then more words.
+    It all seemed a tangled net of words.
+    You were trying to convince me of something
+    (God knows what)
+    And I was trying to answer intelligently
+    And keep my end up.
+    But somehow and suddenly
+    Our words meant so little;
+    Then you leaned forward
+    And your knee touched mine
+    And after that my thoughts blurred
+    And our words meant nothing.
+
+
+
+
+BLINDNESS
+
+
+    Perhaps you are not much--
+    And maybe you are heartless
+    As they say you are--
+    And yet,
+    I shall always try to believe
+    That you are all the things
+    That I would have you,
+    So, that in the end,
+    I shall not have to know
+    My love and dreams of you
+    Have been all in vain
+    And wasted.
+
+
+
+
+SPRING AND YOU
+
+
+    Today there is a smell of Spring in the air--
+    That sad restless note that makes one stretch forth longing hands
+    Into the heart of Life.
+    I who used to hate Spring,
+    Can never hate it again,
+    Because it has brought me you.
+    Now, Love and April, and the gold of your hair,
+    Are all mingled together
+    Like the blending of an exotic dream plant
+    With the fragrant perfume of a strange, frail flower.
+
+
+
+
+WALT WHITMAN
+
+
+    I would dare say that you are a superman.
+    Would fling the words out to the world
+    And dare him who dares to question it.
+    I would satiate myself with the art of you;
+    Would fling aside the talent of the many,
+    For the gift of the few
+    Whom you have touched.
+    In your hands you hold a torch of light,
+    A message in your being,
+    While in your eyes--
+    Far seeing vision clear and bright.
+    There is power in your poise,
+    And magic
+    In your rhythm, advance and wait.
+    Drinking in your greatness,
+    I, myself, am great.
+
+
+
+
+SURRENDER
+
+
+    I will offer all my love
+      Recklessly, without rest,
+    And give myself completely
+      Upon my darling’s breast--
+    Our pulses shall beat as one pulse,
+      And in that sacred breath
+    I shall feel the touch of Life
+      Yet know the truth of Death!
+
+
+
+
+WE THREE
+
+
+    There is something that from between us has slipped away and
+        left me chill,
+    Something that by its loss has made the world less warm
+    And made me feel as though the sun rising o’er the purple
+        dew-touched hill,
+    Finds its rays cold as it touches the face of dawn.
+
+    Although we kiss and meet the same each day,
+    You speak my name and I yours and we clasp hands,
+    Yet from somewhere, I do not know which way,
+    Stealing between us a lurking figure stands.
+
+    A figure clad in gray....
+    To me a dream, a phantom come to steal
+    My starlight quite away.
+    To you a gay figure, not strange but real.
+
+    And all the while it lurks and turns,
+    And from every cell and corner of my brain
+    I feel its presence and the burns
+    Even of your kisses cannot make me sane.
+
+    Why should this figure strange and sinister
+    Keep on coming? Why should she in the night
+    Breathe words of comfort and administer
+    Balm to my soul, pointing the way to light?
+
+    While when we meet in the day a dread silence lingers,
+    A silence chill which with no kindness blends
+    A word of cheer, or kind touch for my trembling fingers;
+    No look to prove that we are even friends.
+
+    Sometimes when you call my name I hear a tone
+    Of her voice within yours, and you say
+    Things which she will say at night and when alone,
+    Or what she’s said before just that way.
+    They say we dream in sleep, but I must dream by day,
+    Because on waking she is a dream child, nor seems less fair,
+    Though more cruel than when I left her in my sleep sitting there.
+
+    If I could brush away this vision and start once again,
+    If I could see sunlight and feel less sad,
+    If I could only steady the confusion of my brain,
+    Somewhere, somehow I might again be glad.
+    And by a laugh or carefree jest,
+    I might once more call your love from out the past
+    And hold you closely to my side--lest,
+    Again between us the figure stand and fast
+    Would bind my hands and from me turn your face away,
+    Making once more my day a night and my night a day.
+
+    Ah, love, if we could turn Spring into last Spring again,
+    Or if I could toss my heart away and make it new;
+    If I could drink deeply of some draught to ease the pain,
+    Or become more callous, less kind and far, far less true....
+    Less true to ideals, to love and you.
+
+    Perhaps I will, then my brain will cease to ache,
+    And this sad frenzied chaos I will not prolong;
+    Then for yours, or mine or hers or each one’s sake,
+    I will wave farewell to you, singing Love’s Swan Song.
+    Singing Love’s Swan Song, so that this may truly be,
+    That never again will false love take hold of me;
+    I may be mad, but which is the maddest of we three,
+    Is it you? Or I? Or is it she?
+
+
+
+
+IN THE WINGS
+
+
+    Back in the wings
+    I remember how I used to stand by your side until you went on.
+    I remember the darkness and the slow beat of the music--
+    And the mad desire in me to hold you always near me.
+    I remember the weird reflection of the colored spot as it circled
+        round,
+    And you gazing intensely at the dancers,
+    While I watched only the curve of your neck and the way your hair
+        grew.
+    You seemed to be always thinking of the dancers,
+    Or, as you said yourself so often,
+    “Of nothing at all.”
+    But I, while standing with my shoulder touching yours,
+    Or holding your hand--
+    Would dream great, wonderful dreams that carried far beyond the
+        horizon!
+
+
+
+
+INFATUATION
+
+
+    It is not that I shall ever forget
+    The charm of your face, this I do not fear,
+    Or the rhythmic sway of your form, nor yet
+    The melody of the voice I loved to hear.
+    These things I shall remember.
+    I shall remember, too, the beauty of your eyes
+    And the stirring curves of your crimson mouth,
+    Like lightning storms and wind-swept flaming skies
+    Set on fire by the hot sun of the South.
+    I can recall all the words you promised and said,
+    Your seductive caressing ways and the false kisses you gave to me;
+    Remembering these I cannot help harboring the dread
+    That some day I will return, remembering no longer your cruelty.
+
+
+
+
+ALL I ASK
+
+
+    Not caresses, nor the touch of your hand, nor the sweet savor
+    Of your love, I ask; nor the flavor
+    Of your lips against mine day by day;
+    (These joys I could not hope to stay).
+    They will pass and naught remain,
+    Except sweet memories, or perhaps the pain
+    Of their departure.
+    I could not hope that you would give these things forever,
+    Nor that our lives in one long dream could pass together;
+    But when love’s tide has ebbed and after you quite forget,
+    May there come to you no sad remorse or deep regret
+    For the things that you have given.
+
+
+
+
+SYMBOL
+
+
+    You are a symbol to me
+    Of all the better things I might have been,
+    Of all the best things I still might be,
+    Of all the wonderful things that are not
+    But exist somewhere in the God Mind
+    As yet unborn and unfulfilled--
+    These things you are to me.
+    Then you are Truth and Silence--
+    Both the Divine Force and the Great Strength,
+    And being all these things
+    You cannot help--being Love!
+
+
+
+
+MISUNDERSTANDING
+
+
+    You have so completely misunderstood me--
+    Vainly I have tried to reach you
+    But always you have turned away.
+    And yet,
+    Like a blue flame
+    Burning hot and fiercely
+    My faith has ever burned for you.
+    Through the darkness
+    Of my loneliness
+    I have prayed for even small gleams
+    From the candle of your thoughts--
+    I would not pray for love;
+    But all the while
+    I would gladly have worn my soul out
+    To bring you joy.
+    And more than that....
+    Had you asked--
+    For you I would have made a plaything
+    Of my dreams.
+
+    But what does it all matter--
+    Why should I care
+    That you do not love me,
+    Or that you turn away and despise me?
+    Since through you I have found inspiration
+    (All unworthy that you are)
+    And quite unknowingly you have shown me
+    The pathway to a star!
+
+
+
+
+ENDING
+
+
+    Life! I am broken, tired,
+    I have drunk too deep and wandered far--
+    And coveted a star.
+    I have been a rebel
+    And fought against your laws. I was bent
+    On wielding you ... but you had me in your firmament
+    And I never knew.
+    Now I know--
+    I know I cannot beat you,
+    And he who wants to meet you
+    Must go _your_ way
+    Or Perish.
+
+    Life! I am weary, spent,
+    The sun you gave me was only lent
+    And now at the end of my day
+    It has faded and gone away.
+    I am lonely and grown cold;
+    Youth is on my brow, yet I am old,
+    And darkness falls around me.
+
+    Life! I am finished, ended,
+    But before my way from you I’ve wended,
+    I only ask one thing. I, who used to ask so much!
+    (The music has stopped and I feel no touch),
+    Life! I falter because the way is far too steep
+    And so in pity just send me ... Sleep!
+
+
+
+
+POETRY
+
+
+    Like a beautiful, frail, seductive woman
+    Who flings herself across her lover’s couch
+    And wets his lips with desire--
+    So you, too,
+    Fling and stretch your long, lean, white-limbed body,
+    Across the couch of Life
+    And with your lips alluring,
+    You chant your rhythmic, undulating, euphonious, melodious song,
+    Into the heart of me.
+    Vainly I try to tear myself
+    From the bondage of your voice,
+    And cast you off--
+    But from far away,
+    And deep down in the long unlived-in and barren valleys of my soul,
+    I feel the breath of you.
+    You are like pastures green,
+    When one has lived forever with face pressed to the sand;
+    You are like cool, moist rocks with moss between;
+    You are like shadows of thin cypress trees
+    Across a moonlit stream--
+    Like rippling, twisting, sprays of foam
+    Across the dark unfathomable sea.
+    These things you seem to me.
+    In you, Oh, Poetry,
+    Lies the power to lift me up,
+    And mad with frenzied exaltation
+    To bear my spirit beyond the need of any mortal want.
+    In you the power
+    To beat upon my heart strings,
+    And quivering, with your music,
+    To toss for me weird, flaming words across my brain,
+    And hear your rhythm in my soul beat back again.
+    In you the power to dash me down--
+    For in my desire to create a child of yours;
+    And after infinite toil and labor pain,
+    To find it deformed, weak, and not worthy of your name.
+
+
+
+
+ATLANTIC CITY
+
+
+    Vulgar houses
+    And large grotesque hotels,
+    Thousands of swarming people,
+    Overfed, disgusting, and fat,
+    Or pale and sickly;
+    Creeping along the boardwalk
+    Or being pushed by sweating niggers
+    In pigmy houses built on wheels.
+    Shops filled with gaudy finery--
+    Cheap laces, false jewelry, and pink and blue sea salt candy....
+    And then more shops,
+    And million dollar piers
+    Stretching their sordid hands out toward the horizon,
+    And reaching down into the depths and sacred blueness of the ocean,
+    Which, in the face of all such man-built hideousness,
+    Remains forever, mysterious,
+    Sublime and beautiful!
+
+
+
+
+YOUR FACE
+
+
+    How glorious is the coming back to your face
+    After I have seen so many others
+    All missing something,
+    And failing me completely.
+    Faces filled with lust and hatred,
+    With joy, hope and despair;
+    Some dripping with greed and others fresh with love--
+    But in your face,
+    I find the consummation or possibility of all these things,
+    Both good and evil--
+    Like a well
+    With no man capable of measuring its depth.
+    Mysterious, pathetic, sensitive, strong and weak;
+    But always exquisite
+    With a beauty that creates in my heart an aching thing
+    That penetrates and fires my soul forever.
+    How glorious is the coming back to your face
+    After I have seen so many others.
+
+
+
+
+ILLUSION
+
+
+    Last year
+    Within this door
+    We stood and dreamed
+    Great dreams.
+    I remember the light
+    In your face,
+    And the odor of my lilies,
+    Suffocating and strange.
+    This year--
+    You have gone
+    And I have ceased to dream.
+    But my lilies are flowering once more,
+    And their odor,
+    In the dusk’s wane,
+    Creates you,
+    And our dreams,
+    All over again.
+
+
+
+
+FESTA DEL REDENTORE IN VENICE
+
+
+    Deep blue water,
+    Like a dark sapphire;
+    A thousand swinging lanterns
+    Reflected in its depths,
+    And hung from gondolas
+    Whose blackness makes them forever
+    True comrades of the night.
+    Fireworks with spark and light;
+    Dripping from the skies,
+    Like thirsty stars
+    Bending to cool their lips
+    On Venetian waters.
+    Near by and far
+    The echo of a carefree laugh,
+    The plaintive voices of violins,
+    And clear songs of living men;
+    While deep in the shadows
+    Of beauty and old palaces,
+    Crouch the ghosts of tears and crime,
+    And men long centuries dead.
+
+
+
+
+COLOR SYMPHONY
+
+
+    Open wings of sea gulls
+    And snow peaks are white;
+    Deep water in ancient slime-lined wells
+    Is black--
+    Great cities are gray,
+    With dark, gloomy smoke rising to kill the day.
+    Sunsets are gold
+    And sometimes red,
+    While the moon glows silver,
+    And then instead
+    Its face seems rose.
+    But love--
+    Love is all colors,
+    Sometimes black and sometimes red,
+    Seldom white but again gold--
+    Colors of youth and colors old;
+    Faded colors.
+    Lavender, green,
+    With stretches of orange in between.
+    Love is often a deep rich blue,
+    Or crimson for blood
+    With a dark brown hue.
+    Love is gray
+    Like twilight’s breath--
+    Love--all color symbols of life
+    Yet, in reality, Death!
+
+
+
+
+TO ONE WHO LOVES JEWELS
+
+
+    I gave you verses of mine
+    Telling of my sadness
+    And praising your beauty,
+    But you tossed the beautiful white sheets
+    That bore my poems
+    Disdainfully away from you.
+
+    I gave you my love--
+    And more than that,
+    I gave my dreams by night and day,
+    But you understood neither
+    And turned your face away.
+
+    Then I gave you a jewel,
+    A dark sapphire like the night
+    With depths in it like the sea,
+    And for that sapphire alone
+    You smiled at me.
+
+
+
+
+FOOTPRINTS
+
+
+    Stretching before me the ever-moving but never-changing sea,
+    Looking so wild and dark with mad white blotches of foam across
+        its face--
+    While I,
+    A mere grain of sand in the turmoil and winds of Time,
+    Stand alert and tense,
+    Gazing forward and wondering and peering into the Future....
+    Across the depths of the sea hundreds of centuries roll past,
+    And along its shores I follow the worn and faded footprints
+    Of men long since dead.
+
+
+
+
+LIFE AND YOUTH
+
+
+    Through the archways of Life I tread,
+    Nor do I walk with much less dread,
+    Because I know
+    That where I go,
+    Millions have walked before me.
+
+    I do not feel less pain because ’tis said,
+    That saints and martyrs and soldiers have bled
+    For what they gave.
+    I am not brave
+    Because of this.
+
+    I weep not less,
+    Because in distress
+    Others, perhaps being stronger, have not wept as much;
+    For Stoics, and tearless people, and because of such
+    Restraint, I hold not back my tears.
+
+    I borrow not my courage from the crowd.
+    My heart is heavy and my head is bowed--
+    But were I to raise my head high,
+    And cast my eyes up to the sky,
+    A star might guide me.
+
+    I cannot be what has been,
+    I cannot see what’s been seen.
+    I shape my course,
+    And gather force,
+    From what’s to come.
+
+    The future is my golden star,
+    My inspiration--and from afar,
+    I see the deeds that may be done,
+    I watch a race that may be run,
+    And hold my breath in ecstasy.
+
+    Away! Black shadows of the past,
+    Stale traditions that hold us fast.
+    Because they were,
+    Must we not stir
+    From off their worn out path?
+
+    I take up the spade of Youth and of Life,
+    And fling new pebbles on the path, where strife
+    Has worn the old ones out.
+    I dig and put to rout,
+    Old fancies and old doubt.
+
+    Across the world I hear a clear, new note;
+    The locks are shattered and the chains are smote,
+    And a moonbeam has fallen across life’s shoulder.
+    I raise my sword, and like a pioneer soldier,
+    I sharpen it on the Shield of Hope.
+
+
+
+
+POOR FOOLS
+
+
+    The war is over--
+    Once more they think that they may dance,
+    And make the old-time gilded show,
+    And drink behind closed doors
+    Their forbidden, hoarded wine,
+    And pin jewels upon their breasts.
+    Dance on,
+    Poor fools,
+    Because you do not know
+    That marching
+    Over the face of the world
+    Another Great Army is sweeping!
+
+
+
+
+LONGING
+
+
+    All night long I used to wish that I were dead,
+      “May I never see another dawn,” I said.
+    Now I long for dawn the whole night through
+      Because on waking it brings me--you!
+
+
+
+
+MUSIC
+
+
+    Forever, they are telling me
+    How futile are your words.
+    And yet--
+    It seems strange the spell you created when you spoke to me.
+    I would never listen much to what you were saying,
+    Because I was always hearing just the song in your voice.
+    Quite ordinary things you would say,
+    Such as:
+    “I am really very tired tonight”--or
+    “I wonder why the curtain is so late?”
+    Or sometimes you would talk of simple things done during the day.
+    But to me--
+    To me it was all wonderful
+    Because your voice
+    Was mellow and low,
+    And sounded like the muffled pealing
+    Of some distant old church bell.
+
+
+
+
+FLOWERS AND STARS
+
+
+    Flowers are the stars of earth,
+    Stars, the flowers of the sky;
+    But you are both in my heart--
+    Flowers and stars till I die.
+
+
+
+
+Transcriber’s Notes
+
+
+  - Italics represented by _underscores_.
+
+  - Small Caps converted to ALL CAPS.
+
+
+
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78702 ***
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+  <img class="w100" src="images/cover.jpg" alt="Book cover">
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+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">[1]</span></p>
+</div>
+<div class='box-right'>
+<div class='poetry-container'>
+<h1>
+ARCHWAYS<br>
+OF LIFE
+</h1>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_2"></a><a id="Page_3"></a>[3]</span></p>
+</div>
+
+<div class='poetry-container'>
+<div class='title-box'>
+
+<p class="center t0">ARCHWAYS OF LIFE</p>
+
+<p class="center t1"><i>by</i></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Mercedes de Acosta</i></p>
+
+<p class="center fs80"><i>Author of “Moods,” etc.</i></p>
+
+<div class='mt3 mb3'>
+<figure class="figcenter" id="colophon" style="width: 100px;">
+  <img src="images/colophon.jpg" width="100" height="133" alt="Moffat, Yard and Company Colophon">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">NEW YORK</p>
+<p class='center fs110'>MOFFAT, YARD AND COMPANY</p>
+<p class='center'>1921</p>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[4]</span></p>
+
+<p class='center mt3 mb3'>
+  <span class="smcap">Copyright, 1921, by</span><br>
+  MOFFAT, YARD &amp; COMPANY
+</p>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[5]</span></p>
+</div>
+
+<div class='mt3 mb3'>
+<p class='center'>
+  <span class='fs150 cursive'><i>To</i></span><br>
+  A. P.
+</p></div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_6"></a><a id="Page_7"></a>[7]</span></p>
+<div class='poetry-container'>
+<div class='mw20 mt3 mb3'>
+  <p>
+    <i>Acknowledgment is made to “Poetry: A
+    Magazine of Verse,” for permission to
+    reprint some of the poems in this volume.</i>
+</p>
+</div></div>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_8"></a><a id="Page_9"></a>[9]</span></p>
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="CONTENTS">
+    CONTENTS
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<table class="autotable">
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+</td>
+<th class="tdr">
+PAGE
+</th>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#FADED_PETALS'>Faded Petals</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+13
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#SOILED_HANDS'>Soiled Hands</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+14
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#REFLECTION'>Reflection</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+15
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#LUMBERMEN'>Lumbermen</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+16
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#SONNET'>Sonnet</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+17
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#UNPOSSESSED'>Unpossessed</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+18
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#UNREALITY'>Unreality</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+19
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#MAGIC'>Magic</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+20
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#PLATITUDES'>Platitudes</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+21
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#A_DREAM'>A Dream</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+22
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#TO_VOULETTI'>To Vouletti</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+23
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#OCTOBER_28th'>October 28th</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+24
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#LIFES_MIRAGE'>Life’s Mirage</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+25
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#WIND'>Wind</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+26
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#GODS_HAND'>God’s Hand</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+27
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#WORDS'>Words</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+29
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#BLINDNESS'>Blindness</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+30
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#SPRING_AND_YOU'>Spring and You</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+31
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#WALT_WHITMAN'>Walt Whitman</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+32
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#SURRENDER'>Surrender</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+33
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#WE_THREE'>We Three</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+34
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#IN_THE_WINGS'>In the Wings</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+38
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#INFATUATION'>Infatuation</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+39
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#ALL_I_ASK'>All I Ask</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+40
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[10]</span>
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#SYMBOL'>Symbol</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+41
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#MISUNDERSTANDING'>Misunderstanding</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+42
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#ENDING'>Ending</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+44
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#POETRY'>Poetry</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+46
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#ATLANTIC_CITY'>Atlantic City</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+48
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#YOUR_FACE'>Your Face</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+49
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#ILLUSION'>Illusion</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+50
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#FESTA_DEL_REDENTORE_IN_VENICE'>Festa del Redentore in Venice</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+51
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#COLOR_SYMPHONY'>Color Symphony</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+52
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#TO_ONE_WHO_LOVES_JEWELS'>To One Who Loves Jewels</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+53
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#FOOTPRINTS'>Footprints</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+54
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#LIFE_AND_YOUTH'>Life and Youth</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+55
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#POOR_FOOLS'>Poor Fools</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+58
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#LONGING'>Longing</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+59
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#MUSIC'>Music</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+60
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#FLOWERS_AND_STARS'>Flowers and Stars</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+61
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[11]</span></p>
+
+
+  <p class='half-title' id="ARCHWAYS_OF_LIFE">
+    ARCHWAYS OF LIFE
+  </p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[12]</span></p>
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>I am a part of all that I have met.</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>Forever and forever when I move.</i></div>
+<p class="right">
+  “<span class="smcap">Ulysses.</span>”
+</p>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[13]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="FADED_PETALS">
+    FADED PETALS
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Come! Let us be friends.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Throw off the cloak of passion</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">(You wear it far too much)</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And though your slightest touch</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Has ceased to make me tremble,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There is no reason why—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We still cannot</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Climb our hill together,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And, at twilight’s end,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Call each other “friend.”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The rose tree fades but has its spring and autumn,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And so with love.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But with a rose—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We gather its faded petals</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And in a box of precious metals</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We store its fragrance.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Why not with love?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And which is more beautiful—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Who can say?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A rose in bloom or the fragrance of its petals</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In decay!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[14]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="SOILED_HANDS">
+    SOILED HANDS
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">After everyone had left,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It was always so wonderful sitting in the dark theatre with you.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There was a mystery about it,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As though the echo of many plays</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Still lingered in the folds of the curtain,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While phantom figures crouched low in the chairs,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Beating suppressed applause with vapor hands.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Do you remember how we always sat silently?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I would shut my eyes to feel your closeness nearer.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Then slowly and like a ritual</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I would take your hand,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And you would laugh a little and say,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“My hands are awfully sticky”—or</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“I can’t seem to keep my hands clean in this theatre,”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As if that mattered ... as if that mattered....</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[15]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="REFLECTION">
+    REFLECTION
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I, with my back to the window,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Can see bending and swinging trees,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A gay blue patch of the sky</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With the corner of a cloud looking in</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And you, with your face buried in a rose.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Thus, I have my whole world,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In just this little mirror</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Which I hold in the hollow of my hand.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[16]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="LUMBERMEN">
+    LUMBERMEN
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I watch the lumbermen</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Winding up the mountain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Between the autumn branches.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I see</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Leaves gold, red, flame and green,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With flashes of faded blue between</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of their overalls.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Straining and pulling</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Horses brown and soiled white</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Stagger up the mountain side</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Before them</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dragging huge and heavy timber.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Down in the valley</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I can hear the echo</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the men’s muffled curses,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the quick snap</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of long thin whips.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[17]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="SONNET">
+    SONNET
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I could not wish all pain and grief and fears</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Should leave my life and let my heart go free;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For then true love could never stay with me,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That deepest love that had its birth in tears.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Smiles come in eyes, while often joy appears</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When lovers meet—but deeper than the sea,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With strength that could a thousand chains tear free,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is love that from gray tragic sorrow rears.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">So, love, but one rare bliss I would aspire:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If you would let me share your grief on earth,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Bear all your loss and take your pain entire—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Guide your dark way. Let others share your mirth,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I know your gay laughter is not for me—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But lean on me in grief, when tears flow free.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[18]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="UNPOSSESSED">
+    UNPOSSESSED
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Never shall I be all subdued,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nor the real secret of me understood;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Passionately and violently my body may be possessed,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But my spirit</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Always a virgin,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Will wander on forever</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Unpossessed!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[19]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="UNREALITY">
+    UNREALITY
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">From out the window pane I see your face,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Its outline a little vague</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the dimness of the shadow.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But the whiteness of your skin</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is like a clean ship’s sail,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Standing out in the darkness of a night.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And your eyes,—I see them like two golden bowls,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With the rays of a thousand moonbeams sweeping over them.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As I pass out into the blackness,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I wonder if I have ever really known you—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or, if you exist at all—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And are not but a twisted, fevered, silver creation of my brain,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the unreality of you comes over me,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like a mist upon a lonely sea.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[20]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="MAGIC">
+    MAGIC
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">We, who yesterday were spring, and wine, and flame, to each other,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Today are only two human beings,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Commonplace, and tired;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You vaguely jealous, and I slightly bored....</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But tomorrow—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or the next day—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The Magic may come back again,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And with it Spring, and Wine, and Flame.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">It is for this that I live.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[21]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="PLATITUDES">
+    PLATITUDES
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Tonight for a second</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I almost thought I could love you.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The mystery of the night</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And stillness of the wind</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Seemed to speak of love</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And draw us closer.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There was something sublime</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">About our silence,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With only the sound of dripping water</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As it splashed and fingered the bow of our boat.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I seemed to see you differently,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And for a brief instant</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">My love wanted to creep down</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And kneel at your feet.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Just then you turned and said:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Isn’t the moon wonderful tonight!” and</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“It all seems like a stage setting,”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Then I knew I never could love you!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[22]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_DREAM">
+    A DREAM
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I remember when the moon cast down a flood</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of gold across my floor and you came through</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And held my hand and brought me hope like silver dew.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I remember when your touch stirred my blood</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And taught me in a flash to dream of you,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And recklessly I poured your face into my heart</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And lodged you there—and you were a part</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of me, before I knew.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Then we became comrades, we two,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Even before this dream so strange and new</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Fastened itself upon my wakeful life,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And from out the chaos and maddening strife</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I called to you....</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And now you do not answer.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[23]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="TO_VOULETTI">
+    TO VOULETTI
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">There is not a leaf grown,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Not a breeze that’s blown,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Not a sweet fragrant tree</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That is not you, to me.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the sunlight I feel your smile,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the moonlight the whole long while,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I feel the pressure of your hand,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And feeling this I understand.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I understand all sacred things,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The depths of Life, the secret wings</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That carry beyond the dreary way,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Turning dark to light, and night to day.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">All things fine, and straight, and true,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I know better because of you,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While your sweetness is like a warm fresh shower,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And your face and soul like a sun-kissed flower.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[24]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="OCTOBER_28th">
+    <span class="smcap">OCTOBER 28th</span>
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Today is your birthday.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Many people will come to you with offerings,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While I,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Who seemingly know you so slightly,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yet who truly know you so well,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Must stand aside with empty hands.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If love could make this day perfect,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">My love would weave for you</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A web enmeshed with all your desires.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On your pathway</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I would fling stars for pebbles</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And tear down the moon</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">So that you might wear</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The radiance of its silver</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In your hair.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But instead—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I stand outside like a wall</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And quite powerless</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I send no gift at all.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[25]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="LIFES_MIRAGE">
+    LIFE’S MIRAGE
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I have seen happiness. I have seen a slim figure steal</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Across my path, and gathering flowers, laughingly kneel</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And strew them on my way....</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Then, but for one brief day,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I have seen them bloom beneath my feet, and fade away.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I have heard happiness. I have heard its voice, blown through the trees,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Calling and whispering in soft minor keys;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I have heard the voice of heart’s desire, the voice of Hope,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Chanting melodiously and luring me up the slope</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of Life.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I have held happiness. Like a grain of sand,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Golden and beautiful, and gathered in my hand.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There, one second—then gone again:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Elusive, transient: all in vain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To try and hold it.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[26]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="WIND">
+    WIND
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">If I should die,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I would be buried air-tight beneath the ground.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While you—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Your gold hair blowing in the breeze—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Would still feel the caress of the wind,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And on your face would steal</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A smile.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">If I should die,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">My body would be buried air-tight beneath the ground,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But my spirit will wander in the wind</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That touches and circles about your face.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Perhaps you will know this—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And recognizing my touch</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For this reason, you will smile....</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The smile I know and love.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[27]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="GODS_HAND">
+    GOD’S HAND
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Let me wander back over the mountains,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And facing the sea</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Live under the open sky—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Too long have I been encumbered</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With the deceit of man</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And his spoken lie.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I wish to die,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Away from petty thoughts</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And treacherous ways,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And end my days</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Alone.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I shall sing no sad lament</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That no hand guides me;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But rather shall the vision I once have been</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Through solitude, make me again the thing I might have been.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The self I lost because I trusted, loved and hoped,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And blinded my eyes with the dust of faith and groped</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">My way to truth.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[28]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">There is no truth in man—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Only shall I find it</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In grasping God’s Hand</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That leads my way to hill and tree,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And stamps His Truth upon the sea.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In nature shall I find my life,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Through nature lose the poisoned knife,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That tried to slay me.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In solitude I shall breathe life’s breath,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And breathing life I shall welcome death.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[29]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="WORDS">
+    WORDS
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Words—words—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Why are you forever fencing?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And if you must fence</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Cannot you use something else</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Besides words!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Do you remember the last night?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We talked so madly—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Words again</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And then more words.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It all seemed a tangled net of words.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You were trying to convince me of something</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">(God knows what)</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I was trying to answer intelligently</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And keep my end up.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But somehow and suddenly</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Our words meant so little;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Then you leaned forward</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And your knee touched mine</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And after that my thoughts blurred</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And our words meant nothing.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[30]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="BLINDNESS">
+    BLINDNESS
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Perhaps you are not much—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And maybe you are heartless</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As they say you are—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And yet,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I shall always try to believe</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That you are all the things</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That I would have you,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">So, that in the end,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I shall not have to know</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">My love and dreams of you</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Have been all in vain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And wasted.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[31]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="SPRING_AND_YOU">
+    SPRING AND YOU
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Today there is a smell of Spring in the air—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That sad restless note that makes one stretch forth longing hands</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Into the heart of Life.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I who used to hate Spring,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Can never hate it again,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Because it has brought me you.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Now, Love and April, and the gold of your hair,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Are all mingled together</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like the blending of an exotic dream plant</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With the fragrant perfume of a strange, frail flower.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[32]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="WALT_WHITMAN">
+    WALT WHITMAN
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I would dare say that you are a superman.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Would fling the words out to the world</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And dare him who dares to question it.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I would satiate myself with the art of you;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Would fling aside the talent of the many,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For the gift of the few</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whom you have touched.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In your hands you hold a torch of light,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A message in your being,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While in your eyes—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Far seeing vision clear and bright.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There is power in your poise,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And magic</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In your rhythm, advance and wait.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Drinking in your greatness,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I, myself, am great.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[33]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="SURRENDER">
+    SURRENDER
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I will offer all my love</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Recklessly, without rest,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And give myself completely</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Upon my darling’s breast—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Our pulses shall beat as one pulse,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And in that sacred breath</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I shall feel the touch of Life</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Yet know the truth of Death!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[34]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="WE_THREE">
+    WE THREE
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">There is something that from between us has slipped away and left me chill,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Something that by its loss has made the world less warm</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And made me feel as though the sun rising o’er the purple dew-touched hill,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Finds its rays cold as it touches the face of dawn.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Although we kiss and meet the same each day,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You speak my name and I yours and we clasp hands,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yet from somewhere, I do not know which way,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Stealing between us a lurking figure stands.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">A figure clad in gray....</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To me a dream, a phantom come to steal</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">My starlight quite away.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To you a gay figure, not strange but real.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And all the while it lurks and turns,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And from every cell and corner of my brain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I feel its presence and the burns</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Even of your kisses cannot make me sane.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[35]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Why should this figure strange and sinister</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Keep on coming? Why should she in the night</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Breathe words of comfort and administer</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Balm to my soul, pointing the way to light?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">While when we meet in the day a dread silence lingers,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A silence chill which with no kindness blends</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A word of cheer, or kind touch for my trembling fingers;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">No look to prove that we are even friends.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sometimes when you call my name I hear a tone</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of her voice within yours, and you say</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Things which she will say at night and when alone,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or what she’s said before just that way.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They say we dream in sleep, but I must dream by day,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Because on waking she is a dream child, nor seems less fair,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Though more cruel than when I left her in my sleep sitting there.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">If I could brush away this vision and start once again,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If I could see sunlight and feel less sad,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[36]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">If I could only steady the confusion of my brain,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Somewhere, somehow I might again be glad.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And by a laugh or carefree jest,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I might once more call your love from out the past</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And hold you closely to my side—lest,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Again between us the figure stand and fast</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Would bind my hands and from me turn your face away,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Making once more my day a night and my night a day.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ah, love, if we could turn Spring into last Spring again,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or if I could toss my heart away and make it new;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If I could drink deeply of some draught to ease the pain,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or become more callous, less kind and far, far less true....</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Less true to ideals, to love and you.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Perhaps I will, then my brain will cease to ache,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And this sad frenzied chaos I will not prolong;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Then for yours, or mine or hers or each one’s sake,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I will wave farewell to you, singing Love’s Swan Song.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[37]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Singing Love’s Swan Song, so that this may truly be,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That never again will false love take hold of me;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I may be mad, but which is the maddest of we three,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is it you? Or I? Or is it she?</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[38]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="IN_THE_WINGS">
+    IN THE WINGS
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Back in the wings</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I remember how I used to stand by your side until you went on.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I remember the darkness and the slow beat of the music—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the mad desire in me to hold you always near me.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I remember the weird reflection of the colored spot as it circled round,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And you gazing intensely at the dancers,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While I watched only the curve of your neck and the way your hair grew.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You seemed to be always thinking of the dancers,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or, as you said yourself so often,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Of nothing at all.”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But I, while standing with my shoulder touching yours,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or holding your hand—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Would dream great, wonderful dreams that carried far beyond the horizon!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[39]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="INFATUATION">
+    INFATUATION
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">It is not that I shall ever forget</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The charm of your face, this I do not fear,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or the rhythmic sway of your form, nor yet</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The melody of the voice I loved to hear.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">These things I shall remember.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I shall remember, too, the beauty of your eyes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the stirring curves of your crimson mouth,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like lightning storms and wind-swept flaming skies</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Set on fire by the hot sun of the South.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I can recall all the words you promised and said,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Your seductive caressing ways and the false kisses you gave to me;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Remembering these I cannot help harboring the dread</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That some day I will return, remembering no longer your cruelty.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[40]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="ALL_I_ASK">
+    ALL I ASK
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Not caresses, nor the touch of your hand, nor the sweet savor</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of your love, I ask; nor the flavor</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of your lips against mine day by day;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">(These joys I could not hope to stay).</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They will pass and naught remain,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Except sweet memories, or perhaps the pain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of their departure.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I could not hope that you would give these things forever,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nor that our lives in one long dream could pass together;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But when love’s tide has ebbed and after you quite forget,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">May there come to you no sad remorse or deep regret</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For the things that you have given.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[41]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="SYMBOL">
+    SYMBOL
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">You are a symbol to me</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of all the better things I might have been,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of all the best things I still might be,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of all the wonderful things that are not</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But exist somewhere in the God Mind</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As yet unborn and unfulfilled—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">These things you are to me.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Then you are Truth and Silence—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Both the Divine Force and the Great Strength,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And being all these things</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You cannot help—being Love!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[42]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="MISUNDERSTANDING">
+    MISUNDERSTANDING
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">You have so completely misunderstood me—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Vainly I have tried to reach you</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But always you have turned away.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And yet,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like a blue flame</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Burning hot and fiercely</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">My faith has ever burned for you.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Through the darkness</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of my loneliness</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I have prayed for even small gleams</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From the candle of your thoughts—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I would not pray for love;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But all the while</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I would gladly have worn my soul out</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To bring you joy.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And more than that....</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Had you asked—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For you I would have made a plaything</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of my dreams.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But what does it all matter—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Why should I care</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That you do not love me,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[43]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Or that you turn away and despise me?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Since through you I have found inspiration</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">(All unworthy that you are)</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And quite unknowingly you have shown me</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The pathway to a star!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[44]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="ENDING">
+    ENDING
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Life! I am broken, tired,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I have drunk too deep and wandered far—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And coveted a star.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I have been a rebel</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And fought against your laws. I was bent</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On wielding you ... but you had me in your firmament</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I never knew.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Now I know—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I know I cannot beat you,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And he who wants to meet you</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Must go <i>your</i> way</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or Perish.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Life! I am weary, spent,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The sun you gave me was only lent</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And now at the end of my day</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It has faded and gone away.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I am lonely and grown cold;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Youth is on my brow, yet I am old,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And darkness falls around me.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[45]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Life! I am finished, ended,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But before my way from you I’ve wended,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I only ask one thing. I, who used to ask so much!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">(The music has stopped and I feel no touch),</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Life! I falter because the way is far too steep</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And so in pity just send me ... Sleep!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[46]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="POETRY">
+    POETRY
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like a beautiful, frail, seductive woman</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Who flings herself across her lover’s couch</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And wets his lips with desire—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">So you, too,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Fling and stretch your long, lean, white-limbed body,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Across the couch of Life</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And with your lips alluring,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You chant your rhythmic, undulating, euphonious, melodious song,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Into the heart of me.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Vainly I try to tear myself</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From the bondage of your voice,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And cast you off—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But from far away,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And deep down in the long unlived-in and barren valleys of my soul,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I feel the breath of you.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You are like pastures green,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When one has lived forever with face pressed to the sand;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You are like cool, moist rocks with moss between;</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[47]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">You are like shadows of thin cypress trees</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Across a moonlit stream—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like rippling, twisting, sprays of foam</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Across the dark unfathomable sea.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">These things you seem to me.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In you, Oh, Poetry,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lies the power to lift me up,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And mad with frenzied exaltation</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To bear my spirit beyond the need of any mortal want.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In you the power</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To beat upon my heart strings,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And quivering, with your music,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To toss for me weird, flaming words across my brain,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And hear your rhythm in my soul beat back again.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In you the power to dash me down—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For in my desire to create a child of yours;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And after infinite toil and labor pain,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To find it deformed, weak, and not worthy of your name.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[48]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="ATLANTIC_CITY">
+    ATLANTIC CITY
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Vulgar houses</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And large grotesque hotels,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Thousands of swarming people,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Overfed, disgusting, and fat,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or pale and sickly;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Creeping along the boardwalk</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or being pushed by sweating niggers</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In pigmy houses built on wheels.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shops filled with gaudy finery—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Cheap laces, false jewelry, and pink and blue sea salt candy....</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And then more shops,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And million dollar piers</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Stretching their sordid hands out toward the horizon,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And reaching down into the depths and sacred blueness of the ocean,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Which, in the face of all such man-built hideousness,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Remains forever, mysterious,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sublime and beautiful!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[49]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="YOUR_FACE">
+    YOUR FACE
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">How glorious is the coming back to your face</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">After I have seen so many others</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">All missing something,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And failing me completely.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Faces filled with lust and hatred,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With joy, hope and despair;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Some dripping with greed and others fresh with love—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But in your face,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I find the consummation or possibility of all these things,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Both good and evil—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like a well</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With no man capable of measuring its depth.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Mysterious, pathetic, sensitive, strong and weak;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But always exquisite</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With a beauty that creates in my heart an aching thing</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That penetrates and fires my soul forever.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">How glorious is the coming back to your face</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">After I have seen so many others.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[50]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="ILLUSION">
+    ILLUSION
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Last year</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Within this door</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We stood and dreamed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Great dreams.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I remember the light</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In your face,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the odor of my lilies,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Suffocating and strange.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">This year—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You have gone</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I have ceased to dream.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But my lilies are flowering once more,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And their odor,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the dusk’s wane,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Creates you,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And our dreams,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">All over again.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[51]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="FESTA_DEL_REDENTORE_IN_VENICE">
+    FESTA DEL REDENTORE IN VENICE
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Deep blue water,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like a dark sapphire;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A thousand swinging lanterns</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Reflected in its depths,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And hung from gondolas</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whose blackness makes them forever</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">True comrades of the night.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Fireworks with spark and light;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dripping from the skies,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like thirsty stars</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Bending to cool their lips</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On Venetian waters.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Near by and far</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The echo of a carefree laugh,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The plaintive voices of violins,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And clear songs of living men;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While deep in the shadows</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of beauty and old palaces,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Crouch the ghosts of tears and crime,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And men long centuries dead.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[52]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="COLOR_SYMPHONY">
+    COLOR SYMPHONY
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Open wings of sea gulls</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And snow peaks are white;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Deep water in ancient slime-lined wells</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is black—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Great cities are gray,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With dark, gloomy smoke rising to kill the day.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sunsets are gold</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And sometimes red,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While the moon glows silver,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And then instead</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Its face seems rose.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But love—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Love is all colors,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sometimes black and sometimes red,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Seldom white but again gold—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Colors of youth and colors old;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Faded colors.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lavender, green,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With stretches of orange in between.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Love is often a deep rich blue,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or crimson for blood</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With a dark brown hue.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Love is gray</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like twilight’s breath—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Love—all color symbols of life</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yet, in reality, Death!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[53]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="TO_ONE_WHO_LOVES_JEWELS">
+    TO ONE WHO LOVES JEWELS
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I gave you verses of mine</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Telling of my sadness</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And praising your beauty,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But you tossed the beautiful white sheets</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That bore my poems</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Disdainfully away from you.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I gave you my love—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And more than that,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I gave my dreams by night and day,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But you understood neither</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And turned your face away.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Then I gave you a jewel,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A dark sapphire like the night</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With depths in it like the sea,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And for that sapphire alone</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You smiled at me.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[54]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="FOOTPRINTS">
+    FOOTPRINTS
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Stretching before me the ever-moving but never-changing sea,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Looking so wild and dark with mad white blotches of foam across its face—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While I,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A mere grain of sand in the turmoil and winds of Time,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Stand alert and tense,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Gazing forward and wondering and peering into the Future....</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Across the depths of the sea hundreds of centuries roll past,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And along its shores I follow the worn and faded footprints</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of men long since dead.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[55]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="LIFE_AND_YOUTH">
+    LIFE AND YOUTH
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Through the archways of Life I tread,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nor do I walk with much less dread,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Because I know</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That where I go,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Millions have walked before me.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I do not feel less pain because ’tis said,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That saints and martyrs and soldiers have bled</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For what they gave.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I am not brave</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Because of this.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I weep not less,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Because in distress</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Others, perhaps being stronger, have not wept as much;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For Stoics, and tearless people, and because of such</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Restraint, I hold not back my tears.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I borrow not my courage from the crowd.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">My heart is heavy and my head is bowed—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But were I to raise my head high,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And cast my eyes up to the sky,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A star might guide me.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[56]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I cannot be what has been,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I cannot see what’s been seen.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I shape my course,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And gather force,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From what’s to come.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The future is my golden star,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">My inspiration—and from afar,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I see the deeds that may be done,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I watch a race that may be run,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And hold my breath in ecstasy.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Away! Black shadows of the past,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Stale traditions that hold us fast.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Because they were,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Must we not stir</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From off their worn out path?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I take up the spade of Youth and of Life,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And fling new pebbles on the path, where strife</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Has worn the old ones out.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I dig and put to rout,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Old fancies and old doubt.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[57]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Across the world I hear a clear, new note;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The locks are shattered and the chains are smote,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And a moonbeam has fallen across life’s shoulder.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I raise my sword, and like a pioneer soldier,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I sharpen it on the Shield of Hope.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[58]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="POOR_FOOLS">
+    POOR FOOLS
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The war is over—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Once more they think that they may dance,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And make the old-time gilded show,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And drink behind closed doors</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Their forbidden, hoarded wine,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And pin jewels upon their breasts.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dance on,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Poor fools,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Because you do not know</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That marching</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Over the face of the world</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Another Great Army is sweeping!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[59]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="LONGING">
+    LONGING
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">All night long I used to wish that I were dead,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">“May I never see another dawn,” I said.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Now I long for dawn the whole night through</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Because on waking it brings me—you!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[60]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="MUSIC">
+    MUSIC
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Forever, they are telling me</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">How futile are your words.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And yet—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It seems strange the spell you created when you spoke to me.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I would never listen much to what you were saying,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Because I was always hearing just the song in your voice.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Quite ordinary things you would say,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Such as:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“I am really very tired tonight”—or</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“I wonder why the curtain is so late?”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or sometimes you would talk of simple things done during the day.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But to me—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To me it was all wonderful</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Because your voice</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Was mellow and low,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And sounded like the muffled pealing</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of some distant old church bell.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[61]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="FLOWERS_AND_STARS">
+    FLOWERS AND STARS
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Flowers are the stars of earth,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Stars, the flowers of the sky;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But you are both in my heart—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Flowers and stars till I die.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78702 ***</div>
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