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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78755 ***
+
+
+
+
+CRACK O’ DAWN
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Macmillan Company Colophon]
+
+ THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
+ NEW YORK · BOSTON · CHICAGO · DALLAS
+ ATLANTA · SAN FRANCISCO
+
+ MACMILLAN & CO., LIMITED
+ LONDON · BOMBAY · CALCUTTA
+ MELBOURNE
+
+ THE MACMILLAN CO. OF CANADA, LTD.
+ TORONTO
+
+
+
+
+ CRACK O’ DAWN
+
+ BY
+
+ FANNIE STEARNS DAVIS
+ (MRS. A. McK. GIFFORD)
+
+ AUTHOR OF “MYSELF AND I”
+
+ New York
+ THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
+ 1915
+
+ _All rights reserved_
+
+
+
+
+ Copyright, 1913, 1914, by the Atlantic Monthly
+ Company, Harper & Brothers, The Century Company,
+ The Yale Review, Harriet Monroe for Poetry, A
+ Magazine of Verse, The Curtis Publishing Company,
+ and Perry Mason Company.
+
+ COPYRIGHT, 1915
+
+ BY THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
+
+ Set up and electrotyped. Published February, 1915.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+                                              PAGE
+
+  CRACK O’ DAWN                                  3
+
+  “I HAVE LOOKED INTO ALL MEN’S HEARTS”          7
+
+  PROFITS                                        9
+
+  THE POET REBUKES HIS FLATTERERS               11
+
+  “AS I DRANK TEA TO-DAY”                       13
+
+  TO A COWARD                                   17
+
+  THE RECLUSE                                   20
+
+  RAIN IN THE NIGHT                             22
+
+  RESTLESSNESS                                  24
+
+  GHOSTS                                        25
+
+  THE YEAR AFTER                                27
+
+  THOSE I LOVE                                  29
+
+  ESCAPE                                        31
+
+  “WHAT IF I GROW OLD AND GRAY”                 33
+
+  WIND                                          35
+
+  SORROW’S SHADOW                               37
+
+  “I WENT DOWN INTO MY HEART”                   39
+
+  SORROW IN SPRING                              41
+
+  WINGS                                         44
+
+  THE UNBORN                                    49
+
+  THE MOTHER                                    50
+
+  THE CHILDREN’S PEDDLER                        52
+
+  EVENING SONG                                  57
+
+  THE NEW HOUSE                                 58
+
+  TO YOUTH--IN SECRET JOY                       60
+
+  FIRE FANTASY                                  63
+
+  AN OLD SONG                                   68
+
+  HOME                                          70
+
+  WILD WEATHER                                  71
+
+  DAWN-JOY                                      73
+
+  “NOW I WILL SADDLE THE SWIFT BROWN MARE”      76
+
+  TO THE NORTH                                  79
+
+  UP ON THE MOUNTAIN                            84
+
+  “THE STARS GO BY”                             86
+
+  STORM DANCE                                   89
+
+  THE BLACK WITCH                               91
+
+  RIDE                                          94
+
+  ROMANCE                                       97
+
+  O MY LOVE LEONORE                             99
+
+  THE CHANGELING                               101
+
+  HOOFS IN THE DARK                            104
+
+  “WHAT I DESIRE TO SAY”                       107
+
+
+
+
+Thanks are extended to the publishers of The Atlantic Monthly, The
+Century, Harper’s Magazine, Poetry (A Magazine of Verse), The Yale
+Review, The Country Gentleman, and The Youth’s Companion, for their
+permission to reprint in this volume poems copyrighted by them in 1913,
+1914.
+
+
+
+
+CRACK O’ DAWN
+
+
+
+
+CRACK O’ DAWN
+
+
+  Crack o’ dawn! Red sun looks in
+  Through my curtains white and thin.
+  Sun looks in, and I look out
+  At the sweet world spread about.
+  Silver dew on lilac-tree,
+  Meadow-larks desiring me,
+  Hills that sleep along the dawn,
+  Sense of wise stars just withdrawn,
+  (Serious stars that hide away
+  In the hot blue halls of Day.)
+
+  No one sees me as I run
+  Clear to meet the clear-eyed sun.
+  No one hears me laugh and sing
+  Many a dawn-swept dancing thing.
+  No one knows my prayers are made
+  Out of dew-pearl and leaf-shade,
+  Out of lark-song and sky-breath;
+  Simplest challengers of death.
+
+  Crack o’ dawn. The City still
+  Sleeps behind my daisy-hill;
+  Very dull, with shutters locked.
+  Though the red sun knocked and knocked
+  They would never ask him in.
+  But the bull-mouthed whistles’ din
+  Breaks their heavy dreams apart;
+  And they groan, and stretch, and start
+  Grumbling up.
+
+  O Dawn! Am I
+  Guilty of their sweat and sigh?
+  Am I cold and hard, to run
+  Free of foot to meet the sun,
+  While the bull-mouthed whistles roar,
+  And the drab-faced people pour
+  Herded down the blank gray street,--
+  Leaden eyes and leaden feet?
+
+  Could I help them if I too
+  Lost my sunrise leaves and dew?
+  If I made my own dreams gray
+  With the dust of day-to-day,
+  And forgot the stars, and fell
+  In that hideous barren Hell,
+  Where, I think, my soul would be
+  Hard for God Himself to see?
+
+  Once I was a pagan, wild
+  With the wonder of a child.
+  Once I thought the City too
+  Might go free of dawns and dew.
+  Oh, I thought them stupid folk,
+  With their crazy wheels and smoke,
+  Swarming babies, huddling halls,
+  Brazen laughter, sodden brawls,
+  And their blind souls,--blind, while I
+  Played the god with wind and sky.
+
+  Crack o’ dawn! Red sun, I wake
+  Singing for your splendid sake;
+  Silent, for the City still
+  Drugged behind my daisy-hill.
+
+  Oh, but were I pagan yet!
+  God! could I forget! forget!
+
+
+
+
+“I HAVE LOOKED INTO ALL MEN’S HEARTS”
+
+
+    I have looked into all men’s hearts.
+  Like houses at night unshuttered they stand,
+  And I walk in the street, in the dark, and on either hand
+    There are hollow houses, men’s hearts.
+
+    They think that the curtains are drawn.
+  Yet I see their shadows suddenly kneel
+  To pray, or laughing and reckless as drunkards reel
+    Into dead sleep till dawn.
+
+    And I see an immortal child
+  With its quaint high dreams and wondering eyes
+  Sleeping beneath the hard worn body that lies
+    Like a mummy-case defiled.
+
+    And I hear an immortal cry
+  Of splendor strain through the sodden words,
+  Like a flight of brave-winged heaven-desirous birds
+    From a swamp where poisons lie.
+
+    --I have looked into all men’s hearts.
+  Oh, secret terrible houses of beauty and pain!
+  And I cannot be gay, but I cannot be bitter again,
+    Since I looked into all men’s hearts.
+
+
+
+
+PROFITS
+
+
+  Yes, stars were with me formerly.
+  (I also knew the wind and sea;
+  And hill-tops had my feet by heart.
+  Their shagged heights would sting and start
+  When I came leaping on their backs.
+  I knew the earth’s queer crooked cracks,
+  Where hidden waters weave a low
+  And druid chant of joy and woe.)
+
+  But stars were with me most of all.
+  I heard them flame and break and fall.
+  Their excellent array, their free
+  Encounter with Eternity,
+  I learned. And it was good to know
+  That where God walked, I too might go.
+
+  Now, all these things are past. For I
+  Grow very old and glad to die.
+  What did they profit me, say you,
+  These distant bloodless things I knew?
+
+  Profit? What profit hath the sea
+  Of her deep-throated threnody?
+  What profit hath the sun, who stands
+  Staring on Space with idle hands?
+  And what should God Himself acquire
+  From all the aeons’ blood and fire?
+
+  My profit is as theirs: to be
+  Made proof against mortality:
+  To know that I have companied
+  With all that shines and lives, amid
+  So much the years sift through their hands,
+  Most mortal, windy, worthless sands.
+
+  This day I have great peace. With me
+  Shall stars abide eternally!
+
+
+
+
+THE POET REBUKES HIS FLATTERERS
+
+
+  Why will you trouble me with praise?
+    Give me no praise. These songs I found
+  Flashing like wings above my ways,
+    Or blown like leaves along the ground.
+
+  I caught a feather; crushed a leaf;
+    And you applaud me. Let me be.
+  You had no praise for that sore grief
+    Whereof I got the mastery.
+
+  You had no praise the time I fled
+    Down rustling corridors of fear:
+  You left me all uncomforted,
+    With only God to cry “Draw near!”
+
+  Look! at my side this moment stands
+    My friend, who suffers and is proud.
+  He chokes his Life between his hands,
+    Lest, hurt and crazed, it cry too loud.
+
+  He makes me hateful of my fame:
+    Hot-faced and humble: for he too
+  Speaks softly, radiantly my name,
+    And loves me till it stabs me through.
+
+  Have you no little word for him?
+    Can you not see how strong he is?
+  Oh, what is all my music dim
+    To such great reeling victories?
+
+  Leave off your praise. Smile not on me.
+    What say you? Are my songs so sweet?
+  They are but wind-blown wizardry.
+    Look there! His blood-stained hands and feet!
+
+
+
+
+“AS I DRANK TEA TO-DAY”
+
+
+    As I drank tea to-day
+  With a dozen women, chattering, gay,
+  In delicate drooping gowns, in jewels like dew,
+  Laughing, light-voiced,--I thought of a certain hunger I knew
+  Hid in the heart of one, the merriest laughter there.
+  I saw three little dull threads in the lazy dusk of her hair;
+  Three little keen wrinkles about her beautiful shining eyes.
+    And I wished I were not so wise.
+
+    I wished that I did not know
+  Those symbols of pain:--that low
+  Under her pride and sweet warm-worded address
+  She was shaken with loneliness;
+  That the one great dream she had dared to dream was a lie,
+  And half of her Life went wearying, “Let me die.”
+
+    I wished that I could not hear
+    That murmur of mortal fear
+  Through the clink of silver and subtle whisper of lace.
+  I dared not look in her face.--
+
+  Then I thought, (while I laughed aloud
+  With my cup at poise,) “Ah, the proud
+  Masques that we wear! We too,
+  All of us, dancing through
+  Some queer little pantomime each day,--
+  Jewelled and gloved, deft-spoken and gay,--
+    Ah, but God only hears
+    All of the follies and fears,
+  Meanness and courage, breathed out and in
+  Over these tea-cups’ delicate din.”
+
+    Then I looked in that woman’s face
+    Over its pearls and roses and lace,
+  And I knew that I need not fear to see
+  Those little dull threads, those wrinkles three,
+  Or hear the cry of her life. I knew
+  We were all of us crying too:
+  Crying with wonder or weariness,
+  Too much love or too little. Yes,
+  It was Life, just Life that we hid away
+  Under our gossip and glad array.
+  And that woman’s laughter and pride,
+  Shielding her heart, half-crucified,
+  Seemed bravely done,--although
+  I thought, “Must Life hurt, hurt so?”
+
+    Till as I took her hand,
+    Saying good-bye, the smooth words planned
+  Choked in my throat. She stood there dumb,
+  Folded my fingers and pressed them numb,
+  Knowing I knew.
+                  Ah, yes! I knew!
+  All of us seeking, hungering, hiding too,
+  In delicate drooping gowns, and jewels like stars and dew!
+
+    So we all went away:
+    A dozen women, chattering, gay.--
+
+
+
+
+TO A COWARD
+
+
+  You have no right to spoil the sun,
+  Blacken the blue and blur the stars.
+  Is your fool’s-face the only one
+  That ever pressed Life’s prison-bars,
+  And found escape too bitter-hard?
+  And cursed the great cold Gaoler, God?
+  Then, crooked-lipped, pain-smirched and marred,
+  Shrieked to the peaceful folk who trod
+  The free street still,--“But look at me!
+  I am so hurt. God hates me so.
+  I know that all Eternity
+  Is foul and false and bleared. I know!”
+
+  How do you know? What right have you
+  To show your shameful coward’s face?
+  Have you alone run ruined through
+  Hell’s wide waste-hillocked torture-place?
+  Have you a blood-sealed pact with Pain?--
+  A secret tryst with Agony?
+  Has no one else dared death, to gain
+  The great brave soul, that wrests the key
+  Of Freedom from God’s Hand?
+                              Then swift
+  To flee, beholds the door flung wide;
+  And feels the Gaoler’s fingers lift
+  His face, and push his locks aside,
+  While through his soul’s last desperate dusk
+  The great slow Eyes stare deep, stare deep;
+  And Shame blows from him, like a husk
+  Of Horror; and clean glories leap
+  From those great Eyes to his, set free
+  From all the foul and false and marred:
+  --“Thou! Who hast earned Eternity!
+  Thou! With My Secret Keys to guard!”
+  You! What know you of God, and Life?
+  There festering to your prison-bars.
+  Be proud! When you have won that strife
+  You will not dare to curse the stars!
+
+
+
+
+THE RECLUSE
+
+
+  I am too much in love with loneliness.
+  To-night, with secret joy I shut my door,--
+  (This is a shameful thing that I confess,)
+  But I desired no footstep on my floor,
+  No friend to share my hearth-fire, and the still
+  Warm hours, before the midnight chime swings clear,
+  And the small owlet hoots across the hill,
+  And I join hands with Sleep, cool-fingered, dear.
+
+  I had no need of talk or song; no need
+  Of love. Love would have hurt and frightened me.
+  The wind went by; I heard the lilac-seed
+  Dry-tipped, beat on the window stubbornly.
+  And I sat glad and silent and complete.
+  I had no need in all the world. My heart
+  Purred like the great gray cat. It seemed so sweet
+  To shut the door, on Life,--and sit apart.
+
+  Life! this is shameful! Call me out before
+  I die of loving loneliness too well.
+  Send hordes of beggars battering my door,
+  To keep me clear of happiness, and hell.
+  Send me great love to hurt me. Send me fear
+  And anger, God’s fierce messengers,--for I
+  Am swooning, swooning, in my fire-light here.
+  Life! stab me! make me fight before I die!
+
+
+
+
+RAIN IN THE NIGHT
+
+
+  Out in the night the great good rain
+  Makes sweet the earth, makes strong the trees.
+  --Let me be done myself with pain
+  And hot unhappy mysteries.
+
+  Let me not lie awake to-night
+  With dreams devouring all the gloom:
+  Wide mouths of hungry restless light
+  Gleaming and gaping round my room.
+
+  Dreams, from my soul’s and body’s stark
+  And hollow red-hot caves of fear.
+  (Oh, never a dream of leaves, a lark,
+  A dawn-wind, sea-tides salt and clear!)
+
+  --Out in the night the good rain goes,
+  Kind as my Mother used to be.--
+  Oh, if in Heaven my Mother knows,
+  God, send her back like rain to me!
+
+
+
+
+RESTLESSNESS
+
+
+  Life with his chin on my shoulder
+    Whispers into my ear.
+  His voice is like winds, and cities,
+    And seas, and sorrow, and fear.
+
+  It troubles and wearies me always.
+    Nothing he says comes clear.
+  --Sharp chin on my aching shoulder!
+    Strange murmurous voice in my ear!
+
+
+
+
+GHOSTS
+
+
+  I am almost afraid of the wind out there.
+  The dead leaves skip on the porches bare,
+  The windows clatter and whine. I sit
+  Here in the quiet house, low-lit,
+  With the clock that ticks and the books that stand,
+  Wise and silent, on every hand.
+
+  I am almost afraid, though I know the night
+  Lets no ghosts walk in the warm lamp-light.
+  Yet ghosts there are; and they drift and blow
+  Out in the wind and the scattering snow.--
+  When I open the windows and go to bed
+  Will the ghosts come in and stand at my head?
+
+  Last night I dreamed they came back again.
+  I heard them talking; I saw them plain.
+  They hugged me and held me and loved me; spoke
+  Of happy doings and friendly folk.
+  They seemed to have journeyed a week away,
+  But now they were ready and glad to stay.
+
+  But oh, if they came on the wind to-night
+  Could I bear their faces, their garments white
+  Blown in the dark round my lonely bed?
+  Oh, could I forgive them for being dead?
+  I am almost afraid of the wind. My shame!
+  That I would not be glad if my dear ones came!
+
+
+
+
+THE YEAR AFTER
+
+
+  Up and down my Garden the roses are a-revel;
+  Up and down my Garden gleam golden butterflies.
+  June-scent to the tree-tops floods the white air level,
+  And June-sun to the rose-roots thrusts fingers warm and wise.
+
+  O my red, red roses! my larkspurs and my lilies!
+  (Yellow lilies leaning in a tangle and a swoon,)
+  O, have you forgot me? for now the Garden still is,
+  And no one treads the warm path I knew by night and noon.
+
+  Red-rose-petals blowing, and rain-bleached in the grasses,--
+  Red-rose-petals slipping, slipping to be dead,--
+  Only wind may touch you: he hurts you as he passes:
+  O, do you remember who kissed you once instead?
+
+  --Up and down my Garden my Spirit runs a-tiptoe,
+  Stroking all the roses, chasing butterflies.
+  But she may not gather one blighted bud. To slip so
+  Empty from her Garden, blurs her shining eyes.
+
+  Spirit!--Spirit!--Spirit!--
+                              Home, come home and leave them:
+  Leave the petals blowing like little weary flames.
+  Lest your ghostly presence, your pulsing shadow grieve them:--
+  --Yet ’tis you, you only, who know their dear lost names!
+
+
+
+
+THOSE I LOVE
+
+
+  I could be glad and gay to-night
+    If those I love were gay.
+  But they have shadows o’er their sight
+    I cannot sweep away.
+
+  My body laughs and leaps and sings.
+    I could go proud and sweet.
+  But those I love have broken wings.
+    Dance not! Dance not, my feet!
+
+  I could have faith in God enough
+    To keep me joyfully.
+  But those I love must take the rough
+    Dark way of doubt. Ah me,--
+
+  Would God that they by trusting too
+    Gave me my right to Faith!
+  But how dare I drink heaven-dew
+    While those I love drink death?
+
+
+
+
+ESCAPE
+
+
+  Now since I cannot make it out:
+    Why people love and lose and die;
+  Why there is agony and doubt,
+    And so much cause to brood and cry;
+
+  Oh, since I cannot understand
+    God’s will for all the world, and me,--
+  I will go take the wind’s cold hand,
+    And dance a little, foolishly.
+
+  The hills are green and simple folk;
+    The wind is quick with comrade-calls;
+  White wayside apple-trees, and smoke
+    Of woodfires, and bright waterfalls,--
+
+  They never bid me understand.
+    They never say, “You, too, must die.”
+  I will go take the wind’s cold hand.
+    God knows, I cannot always cry!
+
+
+
+
+“WHAT IF I GROW OLD AND GRAY”
+
+
+  What if I grow old and gray
+  Who was once so gallant-gay?
+
+  When my goodliness shall pass
+  As the flower of the grass;
+  When there shall be none to claim
+  Friendship in my youth’s dear name;
+  When my soul that leapt like fire
+  Limps, too dreary for desire;
+  When the door of Silence stands
+  Open to my fumbling hands;--
+  Though I almost make you cry,
+  (You, still young and passing by,)
+  Leave me proud and high and free.
+    Never dare to pity me!
+
+  For I make my journeying
+  Far from every sorry thing.
+  I have lived too glad to fear
+  Any hurt or horror here;
+  And I shall be glad once more
+  When the Silence swings its door,
+  And I enter in, and see.--
+    Oh, you must not pity me!
+
+
+
+
+WIND
+
+
+  The Wind bows down the poplar-trees,
+  The Wind bows down the crested seas;
+  And he has bowed the heart of me
+  Under his hand of memory.
+
+  O heavy-handed Wind, who goes
+  Hurting the petals of the rose;
+  Who leaves the grasses on the hill
+  Broken and pallid, spent and still!
+
+  O heavy-handed Wind, who brings
+  To me all echoing ancient things:
+  Echoing sorrow and defeat,
+  Crying like mourners, hard to meet!
+
+  The Wind bows down the poplar-trees
+  And all the ocean’s argosies;
+  But deeper bends the heart of me
+  Under his hand of memory.
+
+
+
+
+SORROW’S SHADOW
+
+
+  Some days, when I am dressed in shimmer-stuff,
+    With yellow roses at my breast and hair;
+  When just the air and sunlight seem enough
+    To make the whole world delicately rare;
+  When people love me, and I them, and all
+  My heart is like a hill-brook’s lilting call:
+
+  Then, if I pass her, in her dim black dress,
+    With heavy eye-lids darkened by old tears,
+  I feel a sudden clutch of loneliness;
+    I stare down vistas of unsparkling years,
+  And there behold myself, clad close in black,
+  With tired brows, thin hands, and aching back.
+
+  O Sorrow’s Shadow! let me be awhile!
+    Wreck not my happy yellow roses: set
+  No watch upon my sudden cry and smile.
+    Why should I not forget--ah, half forget!--
+  That Sorrow’s Self will meet me some strange day,
+  And take my hand, nor let me dance away?
+
+
+
+
+“I WENT DOWN INTO MY HEART”
+
+
+  I went down into my heart. It was hollow and cold and deep.
+  There were statues standing apart in a folded icicle-sleep.
+  There was beauty beneath their veils, wild beauty and terror too;
+  But they were asleep, asleep, and knew not my passing through.
+
+  I went down into my heart, to the altar the God built there.
+  The lamp burned low to its death; the altar was dusty and bare;
+  And the face of the God was blurred, and the gold of his fringes dead.
+  I went thither to kneel and pray, but my prayers were slow to be said.
+
+  I came up out of my heart to the traffic and toil of the day.
+  I had been but the wink of an eye, the tick of a clock, away.
+  But I knew that I should not dare go back to my heart once more
+  Till the statues waked with a cry and the God gleamed out from the door!
+
+
+
+
+SORROW IN SPRING
+
+
+    Sorrow knocked at my door,
+    Sorrow sat by my bed.
+    I could not sing any more.
+  The bird at the green lane’s head
+    Sings, and the Spring returns.
+    Primroses revel in dew.
+    Fire from the twilight burns,
+  Soft stars, trembling and new.
+
+    Children shout in the street;
+    Pedlars gesture and chaff;
+    Linden-branches repeat
+  Wise-wives’ stories, and laugh.
+    River runs to the sea;
+    Boats swim brave on his breast.
+    (There is one boat whose free
+  Swan-wings surpass the rest.)
+
+    Would I might sail away!--
+    Lock my door in the town;
+    Lock in the dark old day
+  When Sorrow came in her gown
+    Heavy and soiled with ash:
+    Knocked, and entered, and sate.
+    My candles failed in a flash.
+  The bread was dust that I ate.
+
+    --Oh, to sing as of old!
+    Sing, with the dance of the day,--
+    Sing, with the waters cold
+  And the quick winds running away!
+    --Never, never, again.--
+    But I will be proud, not cry.
+    Sunshine, children, the strain
+  Of the harp-man loitering by,
+    I will not hurt you with tears.
+    Look! I will laugh!--
+                          And lo,
+    Sorrow,--Sorrow,--she hears!
+  She smiles! and she rises to go!
+
+
+
+
+WINGS
+
+
+  Take down your golden wings now from their hook behind the door.
+  The wind comes calling from the west, and you must fly once more.
+  Oh, mine are grown too old to fly, my crooked wings and gray,
+  But yours are glad with ruffled gold, and you must fly away.
+
+  I found you far across the moors beneath a thorny-tree:
+  The eyes of you were wide as stars above a breathless sea:
+  But frail you were and faint you were, and nowise gay and glad
+  Save for the leaping golden wings your slender shoulders had.
+
+  And suddenly I led you home, and cherished you. I wrought
+  Green robes like April willow-leaves. I coursed the hills and sought
+  Strange jewel-seeds and pearly flow’rs to weave about your hair.
+  Beneath my hand you bloomed and grew, fair as a flame is fair.
+
+  I hung your wings behind the door lest you should fly away:
+  (They being all of bubbling gold, but mine,--ah, withered gray!)
+  I hung your wings behind the door, for secretly I knew
+  Your golden wings, your wayward wings, they bode their time for you.
+
+  And now, the cottage by the wood, its doorways shall be dark.
+  You were its sunshine and its spring; its south wind and its lark.
+  Your bed beneath the window-sill must lie unwarmed, unpressed;
+  The briar-rose may bear no more her star-flowers for your breast.
+
+  The dragon-flies across the pools may dart and drowse all day,
+  Sapphire and stinging emerald, with slit wings silver-gray;
+  The rabbit up the glen may leap, the rare thrush ring his chime:--
+  But you will never come again for noon or twilight-time.
+
+  --Take down your golden wings now from their hook behind the door,
+  And tie them tight against your back, the bright thongs crossed before.
+  The bright thongs strained across your breast to keep them straight and
+      true,
+  The golden wings, the wandering wings, that woke my love for you.
+
+  The west wind calls, “Come forth! Come forth!” Look once within my eyes.
+  Tell me, “I know you loved me well, but now the whole world cries!”
+  Tell me, “You have been kind to me, but ah, I cannot stay.
+  A million miles of sea and sun, they whisper me away.”
+
+  That is enough. I ask no more. I grow too gray to fly.
+  I can but walk the sheltered woods to watch the year go by.
+  The little cottage, dawn and dusk, shall keep me warm. And you--
+  That I must give you back your wings too well, too well I knew!
+
+  O Face of Youth that lit my dusk! O Hand too light to hold!
+  How should you wait? The west wind cries, who cried to me of old.
+  Lean down. I tie the broad bright thongs to keep them true and straight:
+  Your golden wings, your windy wings, that leave me desolate.
+
+
+
+
+THE UNBORN
+
+
+  When out of the dark I come to you,
+  A faint new spirit, blank and blind,--
+  A bird too weak to search the blue,--
+  A ship too frail to take the wind,--
+
+  When out of the dark I come to you,--
+  (You having called me from that Place
+  Where I might sleep the aeons through,
+  Lapped in the drowsy dark of Space,)--
+
+  Then must you claim me for your own,
+  Who seem no more your own than light,
+  Across an upland pasture blown
+  In the great solitudes of night?
+
+  Body and soul, you live in me.
+  Yet strange am I, and wild, and new.
+  Oh, can your loving leave me free,
+  When out of the dark I come to you?--
+
+
+
+
+THE MOTHER
+
+
+  And now, they did not need her any more.
+  She heard below the shudder of the door,
+  The quick feet on the path, and she was fain
+  Only to snatch her sewing up again,
+  And sew, and sew, seam over feverish seam,
+  Hurrying in the dumb haze of a dream,
+  Thrusting away the moment when her hand
+  Should force her idleness to understand
+  That they were gone, all gone, and at the door
+  They would not call and claim her any more.
+
+  Young as the morning, they were gone away,
+  Whose kisses kept her hair from turning gray,
+  Whose laughter kept her ready. Wherefore now
+  Should not those wrinkles deepen in her brow,
+  And she shut up her heart, and learn to be
+  Of her bright self a queer dull travesty?
+  And yet, the smile they left her must not die;
+  For crying now, might she not always cry?
+  “O God!” she whispered, sewing, “keep me! Oh,
+  Thou only, over all the world, must know!”
+
+
+
+
+THE CHILDREN’S PEDDLER
+
+
+  Up above the village roofs the white road climbs away;
+  There among its maple trees the church stands cool and gray,
+  And the Dead Folk all around have houses still and sweet.--
+  But I--I go a-peddling on the dusty village street.
+
+  Uphill, downhill, rain and sunny weather:
+  Right foot, left foot, (faith, it’s hard on leather)!
+  Dolls and balls and kites and chains, knives and knick-knacks--oh,
+  I’m the crazy peddlerman that all the children know!
+
+  All the village children shout and tag me down the street:
+  Bobbing braids and freckled cheeks and bare brown dusty feet.
+  “Have you got the marbles with the twisty glass inside?”
+  “Have you got the gun that popped?” “And oh, the doll that cried?”
+
+  “Have you got a sailorman with wind-mill arms and oars?”
+  “I must buy a league ball, and a book to keep the scores.”
+  “Did you bring my box of paints?” They pull my coat and tease:
+  “Show me how to fly my kite!” “And run my jig-saw, please!”
+
+  Eager eyes and laughing lips and dancing dusty feet,
+  So they cry and chase me down the maple-shaded street.
+  And the grown-up people smile from window-sill and door,
+  “It’s the children’s peddlerman, come to town once more.”
+
+  Oh, the grown-up people smile and tap their foreheads wise.
+  If they think me simple--well, I must be, in their eyes!
+  But who’d peddle tins and tapes and soap and pious books,
+  When there’s heaven paid him out for knives and fishing-hooks?
+
+  Uphill, downhill, every sort of weather:
+  Right foot, left foot, (and it’s hard on leather)!
+  None too much to eat and drink, shabby coat to wear;
+  No, it’s little wonder that the grown-up people stare!
+
+         *       *       *       *       *
+
+  But above the village roofs the church stands cool and gray.
+  There the Dead Folk lie at ease, and dream the years away.
+  There beneath a sweetbriar bush are three gray stones I know,
+  Worn alike, but one is tall, and two are small and low.
+
+  When it’s summer dusk along the lazy village street,
+  When the children loiter home with tired eyes and feet,
+  And the grown-up people say, “You little drowsihead,
+  Put your playthings straight away and tumble into bed!”
+
+  Then they never see me climb the steep white crooked road.
+  Underneath the apple-tree I hide my peddler’s load;
+  In the starry singing dusk I pass the churchyard gate,
+  And beside the sweetbriar bush I stand alone and wait.
+
+  Oh, there’s nothing there to hear, nothing there to see:
+  Only stars and village lights and tree that crowds on tree.
+  No one answers when I speak; no one takes my hand.
+  But I think they hear my voice; I think they understand.
+
+  Uphill, downhill, every sort of weather:
+  Right foot, left foot, (mighty hard on leather)!
+  Dolls and bats and blocks and stamps, knives and knick-knacks,--oh,
+  Just the crazy peddlerman that all the children know!
+
+
+
+
+EVENING SONG
+
+
+  Little Child, Good Child, go to sleep.
+  The tree-toads purr and the peepers peep;
+  Under the apple-tree grass grows deep;
+    Little Child, Good Child, go to sleep!
+
+  Big star out in the orange west;
+  Orioles swung in their gypsy nest;
+  Soft wind singing what you love best;
+    Rest till the sun-rise; rest, Child, rest!
+
+  Swift dreams swarm in a silver flight.--
+  Hand in hand with the sleepy Night
+  Lie down soft with your eyelids tight.--
+    Hush, Child, little Child! Hush.--Good-night--
+
+
+
+
+THE NEW HOUSE
+
+
+  My little House is very young:
+    No shadow makes it grave.
+  With blue-bird-chintz and roses hung
+    Its chamber windows wave.
+
+  Here never blind-eyed Grief has knocked
+    And entered groping in.
+  The doors, that seem so free, are locked
+    As yet to Death and Sin.
+
+  Here only happy wondering dreams
+    Walk nightly to and fro.
+  They are the friends of white moon-beams,
+    And simple as the snow.
+
+  My little House is very young
+    And very unaware
+  That dreams are wrought and songs are sung
+    In any subtler air.
+
+  Oh might I keep its blue-birds bright,
+    Its hearth still warm and gay!
+  Oh might my House but know delight,
+    And not be dark, some day!
+
+
+
+
+TO YOUTH--IN SECRET JOY
+
+
+  Shut out the wind, shut out the gloom,
+  Draw the gold curtains round the room:
+  The candle-light sees well that you
+  Are glad, as mortals may be. Through
+  Your heart a secret fragrance blows,
+  Like a June garden, when a rose
+  Leans to the wind: the light-lipped morn
+  Whispers, “So thou! so thou--art born!”
+
+  Oh, far away the haunted past
+  With all its lonely spaces, vast
+  And hollow as an echoing hall
+  Of hateful dreams, where you might call
+  And run, but never find the end,
+  Nor window-slit, nor face of friend.
+  And far away the future. Far
+  Its shadow as its saving star.
+  (In truth, what stars shall shine? to make
+  The sky still holy for their sake,
+  When earth seems faded, and you know:
+  “Soon I must go. Soon I must go.”)
+
+  So far--that dusk! Sit close,--and pray.
+  You have been very glad to-day.
+  Glad!--no one knows how glad. You keep
+  Your dear joy sacred as your sleep.
+  How could the hard world understand
+  The warm light tremor of your hand,
+  The flying flush, the dancing eyes,
+  And how your whole heart laughs and cries?
+  --You would as soon men saw you lie
+  White in your star-lit room, as spy
+  This secret. No, you need not speak,
+  Nor move the hand that holds your cheek;
+  You need not whisper. Only pray,
+  Because you were so glad to-day.
+
+  For oh, you must remember this
+  Deep hour of hidden ecstasies,
+  Of fragrance and unearthly light,
+  Of sky-swept wonder when to-night--
+  Nay! but you know so well why you
+  Are glad! let only God know, too.
+
+  Only that you remember. Pray.
+  Sometime your Life may need this day!
+
+
+
+
+FIRE FANTASY
+
+
+    Flame flies up in the chimney black.
+    Here I lie and bid him come back.
+
+  Here I lie, on the fox-skin, white
+  As silver under the leaping light,--
+  White and furry and kind and warm.--
+  Out by the window scurries the storm.
+
+  “Flame! O crinkly curly Flame!
+  Where are you going? What is your name?
+  Is it a star you are flying to?
+  Stay and tell me, O You!--O You!”
+
+    But the flame he never, never comes back.
+    I lie and stare up the chimney black.
+
+  Out in the hall the great clock chimes.
+  His voice is solemn as holy rhymes
+  That good monks made in old cloister cells,
+  Somehow charmed to sing in his bells,
+  Out in the dark, all deep and low,
+  Like sea-waves swinging to and fro.
+
+  Here it is very still and warm,
+  But out on the window batters the storm.
+  If I were a ship, I would die to-night;
+  If I were a bird, I would freeze in my flight;
+  If I were a ghost, I would keep to my grave.
+  --But now, I watch how the wide flames wave.
+  Now, I dream of a thousand things:
+  Summer, and sea-foam, and queens, and kings.
+
+    Flame flies up in the chimney black.
+    If I were a flame, would I ever come back?
+    If I got to a star, I would never come back.
+
+  But there are no stars at all to-night.
+  Up in the sky there is never a light:
+  Only the souls of the flames, and they
+  Are thin and nervous, and scudding gray.
+  They blow, they blow, they shudder and blow.
+  The wind he hates them and hustles them so.
+
+    “Wind! O Wind!--Are you mad?” But he
+    Shrieks and is gone without answering me.
+
+    Flame flies up in the chimney black.
+    I am too sleepy to call him back.
+
+  Now it is time to go to bed:
+  Furry fox, my head to your head;
+  Long warm fox, my back to your back;
+  I stretch, I stretch, till my best bones crack.
+  --I am so still with sleep, and warm.
+  --Out on the window shivers the storm.
+
+  Sleepy fire, now purr and fall.
+  Great old clock in the dusky hall,
+  Chime for me; chime deep, chime low,
+  Like sea-waves swinging to and fro.
+
+  --I saw in my eyes a queer thing then.
+  There was a woman with two tall men.
+  She had a blue shawl over her head.
+  One of them wore a cloak, blood-red.
+  The other one had a sword. And she
+  Was fair as an old-time queen to see.
+  They had been travelling--far--so far--
+  --But oh, in my eyes a falling star!
+  Drowned in the sea.--And I saw a ship
+  With square sails over the sea’s edge slip,--
+  I wonder--wonder--where.--
+                            Oh, then
+  I saw--gaunt hills, and a black old fen--
+  A wind-mill,--water. --I saw--I saw--
+  Sun-burnt boys and a stack of straw,
+  Yellow, yellow! and swallows flew--
+  --Was her shawl yellow, or was it blue,--
+  Over her head--?--
+                    Oh, I am so warm.
+  Out on the window tumbles the storm.
+
+    I am so sleepy--the chimney is black--
+    Flame--flame--are you coming back?--
+    Have you found a star?--are you coming back--
+                            Coming back--
+                            Coming--back----?
+
+
+
+
+AN OLD SONG
+
+
+  And if I came not again
+  After certain days;
+  If no morning sun or rain
+  Met me on their ways;
+
+  If the meadows knew no more
+  How my feet go free,
+  And the folded hills forbore
+  Any speech of me;
+
+  If you did not find me here,
+  At the door at night,
+  And the cold hearth kept no cheer,
+  And the panes no light;--
+
+  Oh, if I came not again,
+  Would you miss me much?
+  Would your fingers once be fain
+  Of my wandering touch?
+
+  Would you dream me at your side
+  In the waking wood,
+  Where the old spring hungers hide
+  In blue solitude?
+
+  Would you wonder where I passed,
+  Into joy or pain?
+  Oh, to know you cared, at last,
+  Came I not again!
+
+
+
+
+HOME
+
+
+  Home, to the hills and the rough, running water;
+    Home, to the plain folk and cold winds again.
+  Oh, I am only a gray farm’s still daughter,
+    Spite of my wandering passion and pain!
+
+  Home, from the city that snares and enthralls me;
+    Home, from the bold light and bold weary crowd.
+  Oh, it’s the blown snow and bare field that calls me;
+    White star and shy dawn and wild lonely cloud!
+
+  Home, to the gray house the pine-trees guard, sighing;
+    Home, to the low door that laughs to my touch.
+  How should I know till my wings failed me, flying,
+    Home-nest,--my heart’s nest,--I loved you so much?
+
+
+
+
+WILD WEATHER
+
+
+  The sea was wild. The wind was proud.
+  He shook my curtains like a shroud.
+
+  He was a wet and worthy wind:
+  His hair with wild sea-crystals twined:
+  His cloak with wild sea-grasses green;
+  His slanted wings all gray and lean:
+  And strange and swift, and fierce and free
+  He cried, “Come out! and race with me!”
+
+    I snatched my mantle wide and red,
+    And far along the cliffs I fled.
+
+    The cliff-grass bowed itself in fear,
+    The gulls forgot what path to steer;
+    Below the cliffs the broad waves broke
+    In trampled ranks like fighting folk;
+  The ships with grisly sea-wrack blind,
+  Dead-drunken, cursed that chasing wind.
+
+  My lips with salt were wild to taste.
+  I leapt: I shouted and made haste:
+  Along the cliffs, above the sea,
+  With mad red mantle waving free,
+  And hair that whipped the eyes of me.
+
+  And there was no one else but he,
+  That great grim wind who called to me.
+
+  Oh, we ran far! Oh, we ran free!
+
+
+
+
+DAWN-JOY
+
+
+  Clean, clean as crispèd water-cress
+    The dawn-taste of the wind!
+  I got me out with hastiness,
+    And not a look behind.
+
+  The sleep fell off my eyes like scales,
+    And off my feet like lead.
+  As thoughtless Things with hooves and tails,
+    I leapt, and tossed my head!
+
+  The sleep swept off my heart like mist
+    That blurs a sun-lit sea.
+  I felt the keen blood curl and twist
+    To every tip of me.
+
+  I felt as cherry-trees must feel
+    When all their blossoms shake;
+  Or like the black-bird routs that reel
+    Around a rushy lake.
+
+  I thought, “And so the Sun must thrill,
+    Who strides upon his way,
+  And sees the hushed earth-hollows fill
+    With living golden Day!”
+
+  I thought, “And God Himself must know
+    A Joy ten thousandfold
+  More free and thirsty, when His low
+    Dull earth grows glad and bold,
+
+  “And rocks and quivers in His hand,
+    As I do, with the Spring
+  Across the wild green-gilded land
+    Unloosed and glorying.”
+
+  --Clean, clean as crispèd water-cress,
+    The dawn-taste of the wind.
+  My thoughts leapt high with heavenliness;
+    My feet came close behind!
+
+
+
+
+“NOW I WILL SADDLE THE SWIFT BROWN MARE”
+
+
+  Now I will saddle the swift brown mare,
+  And ride, and ride, to the sunset’s death;
+  With the wind like the hands of a star in my hair,
+    And the white frost snatching my breath!
+
+  --Shut the door where the old books stand
+  Row on row in their musty cowls:
+  Monks, with a scourge and a cross in each hand:
+    Apes, and asses, and snakes, and owls!
+
+  --Shut the door where the Gossips sit,
+  Hugging the hearth, with their brew of tea:
+  Picking men’s lives up, bit by bit,
+    Dropping them dourly and damningly.
+
+  --Shut the door where my own Moods lie
+  Faint and white on a silver bed:
+  Delicate damsels, dreams that die,
+    Petals from pale white poppies shed.
+
+  Oh, I will saddle the swift brown mare,
+  And ride, and ride, to the forge-fire-sky!
+  --Might I shoe her with stars that hang white-hot there,
+    Cooled in the sea-troughs, hissing high!
+
+  Might I spur her with goads of the ice that grows
+  Sharp as steel on the mountain-lake!
+  Might I shout her the fierce gay song that blows
+    Out of the west where the sun-ranks break!
+
+  --Look, I am weary of “Thus,--and So,”--
+  Mantles that mildew and swords that rust;
+  Talk and trouble and meanness. Oh,
+    Why should I stay to be choked with dust?
+
+  So, I will saddle the swift brown mare,
+  And ride, and ride, to the red world’s death.
+  With the wind like the hands of a star in my hair,
+    And the quick frost catching my breath!
+
+
+
+
+TO THE NORTH
+
+
+  I give three calls to the North.
+
+              Come forth!
+              Come forth!
+              Come forth!
+
+  Out of the black fir-forests, where snow
+  Hides in the hollow places; where blow
+  Late spring winds; and the rivers run
+  Ice-green, laughing with late spring sun;
+  Out of the sharp white nights, too still,
+  (Star upon star, as hill upon hill)
+  Oh, like the fierce-foot rivers, set free,
+  Come and awaken and trouble me!
+
+  (Name that I cannot cry,
+  Face that my dreams deny,
+  Feet that strode swift,--and yet
+  Should I one hour forget?
+  Shot from your life to mine,
+  Blazing and barbed, the Sign?)
+
+  I give three calls to the North.
+
+              Come forth!
+              Come forth!
+              Come forth!
+
+  Here in my garden green
+  Lilacs whisper and lean.
+  Deep the grass at my door.
+  Shadows and songs fly o’er.
+  Out in the village street
+  Clatter of wheels and feet;
+  Children laughing, the chime
+  From the church-tower telling the time;
+  Hot May-sweetness, and I
+  Weeding my rose-beds, cry
+  Over the bristling hills to the North,
+  Hear me! Come forth! Come forth!
+
+  Can you not run down a mountain-side
+  Like a rude green river’s rock-roughened tide?
+  Fly over forests of black-peaked firs
+  Like an eagle, proudest of voyagers?
+  Sweep like a notable wind to me,
+  Laughing and cold-lipped, to set me free?
+
+  How can I wait so long?
+  Till the bob-o’-link slackens his song;
+  Till the roses have blossomed and blown,
+  And the little round apples have grown
+  Green on my twisted tree?
+  Can you not set me free
+  Now, while I cry to you?
+  Now, while the sweet nights through
+  I lie in the dark and feel
+  Life like a mad flame reel
+  Over the floors of my heart?
+  Now, while the wild dreams start
+  Clamoring out of the night and noon,
+  Under the clear sun, under the moon,
+  Clamoring, while I go
+  Soberly to and fro?
+
+  How can I wait? I stand
+  And cry to you. Heart and hand
+  Reaches to you. Give heed!
+  I, in my garden, bleed
+  Small dark blood-drops of need.
+
+  --Great bees blunder and croon,--
+  Church-bell chiming high noon,--
+
+  O, like the fierce-foot rivers, set free,
+  Come! and awaken and trouble me!
+  Come! For I need you mortally!
+
+  I give three calls to the North.
+
+              Come forth!
+              Come forth!
+              Come forth!
+
+
+
+
+UP ON THE MOUNTAIN
+
+
+  Up on the mountain, where nobody comes,
+  (But the wild wind walks, and the wild bee hums,)--
+
+  Up on the mountain, where nobody spies,
+  But the shy ones, the swift ones, soft-footed and wise,--
+
+  There in the singing and coolness and height,
+  With the thrush-voice all day and the brook-voice all night,--
+
+  There will I wander, and there will I rest,
+  As a deer in the fern, as a bird in the nest.
+
+  Far from the faces that stare and are blind;
+  From the cold hidden heart, and the cold crooked mind,--
+
+  Up on the mountain where nobody sees,
+  I will sleep like a leaf of the green simple trees.
+
+  I will fold in my heart all my wonder, and sleep,
+  While the white stars drift, and the white hours creep.
+
+  --And far from the wind and the stars and the hill
+  I will wake in the hot nights and smile and lie still,
+
+  As I feel on my eye-lids the hands of the night,
+  Like an echo of leaf-song, a star’s straying light.
+
+  Oh, under the labor and blindness and heat
+  Shall be music to lure me and lighten my feet,--
+
+  Beating,
+    “Up on the mountain, where nobody comes,--
+    But the wild wind walks, and the wild bee hums,--
+                            And the wild bee hums--”
+
+
+
+
+“THE STARS GO BY”
+
+
+    Under the Lake he growls and he groans,
+  Tossing and twisting his frosty bones:
+  Grim old Giant!--but never we
+  Will chop the ice out and set you free;
+    Never we, while the moon rides high,
+    And the stars go by, and the stars go by,
+    As over the gray-glass Lake we fly!
+
+    Nearer, nearer, the black shores swing.
+  Laugh and lean while the steel blades sing:
+  Laugh, and slip into silence.--See!
+  The world is aching with splendor! Free,--
+  Free of our bodies our light souls fly
+  Up, where the cold moon freezes the sky,--
+  Up, where the strange stars crowd into Space.--
+  Oh, have they stared into God’s own Face?
+  Folding their flames in the Flame of God,
+  Over His terrible threshold trod?
+
+    Oh, we are thirsty of light,--of light,--
+  Space,--and silence--and God--to-night.
+  How can we hide them forever, deep
+  In our hearts from the dun days’ struggle and sleep?
+    Hide them, and know till we die, that we
+    Are free of the flames of Eternity,--
+    Freer than falling stars are free?
+
+    Ah, but our bodies grow stiff and cold:
+  Stars are shifting: the night is old.
+  We must come back out of Space, and see
+  How far it is to Eternity!
+
+    So, from the shadowy pine-tree-shore,
+  Back to our bodies! swing free once more!
+  Chase the blurred moon whisking away
+  Down at our feet in the mirror gray:
+  Laugh, and lean to the steel blades’ song,
+  Flying along,--oh, flying along!
+
+    But--there’s a star shoots over the hill.
+    Hush. For our souls are too thirsty still,
+    Thirsty, trembling with utter light.
+    Hush. We are going.
+                        O Worlds, good-night!
+
+
+
+
+STORM DANCE
+
+
+  The water came up with a roar,
+    The water came up to me.
+  There was a wave with tusks of a boar,
+    And he gnashed with his tusks on me.
+  I leaned, I leapt, and was free.
+    He snarled and struggled and fled.
+  Foaming and blind he turned to the sea,
+    And his brothers trampled him dead.
+
+  The water came up with a shriek.
+    The water came up to me.
+  There was a wave with a woman’s cheek
+    And she shuddered and clung to me.
+  I crouched, I cast her away.
+    She cursed me and swooned and died.
+  Her green hair tangled like sea-weed lay
+    Tossed out on the tearing tide.
+
+  Challenge and chase me, Storm!
+    Harry and hate me, Wave!
+  Wild as the wind is my heart, but warm,
+    Sudden and merry and brave.
+  For the water comes up with a shout,
+    The water comes up to me.
+  And oh, but I laugh, laugh out!
+    And the great gulls laugh, and the sea!
+
+
+
+
+THE BLACK WITCH
+
+
+  Ye have driven me out from your court and your kirk,
+    From your market-square and your mill;
+  Ye have branded my name, ye have wasted my work,
+    Ye have done me a deadly ill.
+
+  Ye have chased me to crags where the eagles cry,
+    And the sharp sun swallows the dew.
+  A Witch and a Devil’s Wife am I?
+    Then why should I come to you?
+
+  The Black Plague walks in your shuddering street;
+    Your dead like herring lie thick.
+  With mantles over your mouths ye meet.
+    Ye take the dead for the quick.
+
+  God’s Faith! My witchcraft could help you now;
+    My devils could daunt your death!
+  But I will stand under my rowan-bough
+    However ye waste your breath.
+
+  I will not come down, I will not come down,
+    Nor weave you one wizardry,
+  Though all the roofs o’ the little red town
+    Go tumbling into the sea.
+
+  Though all the cracks o’ the craggy Rock
+    Gape wide as the mouths o’ Doom,
+  I will stand at the crest and make you a mock
+    Till ye long for the grave’s gray gloom.
+
+  Black Plague! Black Plague! push open their doors!
+    Lie down in their beds this day!
+  Heavy and hard are my ancient scores.
+    Black Plague! but we make them pay!
+
+  Oh, up and up in the face of the sun
+    My voice like a flame shall flee,
+  With Curse on you, Curse on you, every one,
+    Who wrought such a curse on me!
+
+
+
+
+RIDE
+
+
+  Lean in the saddle and look aside.
+            Ride!
+
+  Turn the flame of your face away.
+  It is white as a tree in May.
+  It is bright as a star at sea.
+  It is terribly dear to me.
+
+  Lean in the saddle and look aside.
+            Ride!
+
+  Black-maned Balor is proud of you,
+  Racing down in the dawn-red dew;
+  Racing down with the dust behind,
+  (Crackling lash of the sun and wind,)
+  Black-maned Balor will never see
+  Here in the bushes the eyes of me,
+  Staring out like a fox in lair,
+  Hungering out through my clotted hair,
+  Pulling you from the saddle, down,
+  Down through the fern and the bracken brown,
+  Down, to the hollow where I lie,
+  Trembling to feel your face flash by.
+
+  Ah, but you must not see--not see!
+  You must never look once at me.
+
+  Days gone by, and I rode with you
+  Over the dust and under the dew:
+  Light and perilous, rash to ride,
+  Laughing, high as a hawk with pride.
+
+  Now I kneel in the brake and hide.
+            (Ride.)
+
+  Oh, if I might stand clear and cry,
+  “Look! It is I again! It is I!”
+  Swing you down from the saddle,--No!
+  Turn the flame of your face and go!
+  Watch the white clouds up in the wind;
+  Laugh for the keen miles cast behind.
+  Look not down at the burnt road-side.
+
+  Dogs that have bitten must slink and hide.
+  --God! that I loved you and hurt you! --See,
+  I will not ask for one look at me.
+  Safe as a star in the sky-ways wide
+            Ride!
+
+  Galloping hoofs on my heart, my pride.
+  Love of me, Love of me, lean aside!
+            RIDE!
+
+
+
+
+ROMANCE
+
+
+  Come over the waters and find me!
+  The weeds by the wet shore bind me.
+      The water-snakes float
+      Round my slime-dragged boat,
+  And the clouds of the sun-dust blind me.
+
+  Come over the waters and hold me!
+  Hot fingers of Horror enfold me.
+      My white swan lies dead
+      In his nest blood-red,
+  But the marsh-geese chase me and scold me.
+
+  Come over the waters and woo me!
+  The rude Marsh-People pursue me.
+      From tussock and brake
+      They leer and they shake
+  Their hairy hands holden unto me.
+
+  Come over! Come over! Come over!
+  O Beautiful Sunrise Lover!
+  Come over the hill of the waters!
+  --I am one of a great King’s daughters:
+  I am fair, I am sweet,
+  From my head to my feet;
+  I am young as the day;
+  Yet my heart grows gray
+  Ere the terrible charm be broken:
+  Ere the dawn-word swiftly be spoken:
+      And my boat swing free
+      To the clear blue sea,
+  And the sin of my race be wroken!
+
+  Come over! I cry unto thee.
+  I cover my face and sue thee.
+  The Marsh Men seize and enslave me!
+  Come over the waters and save me!
+
+
+
+
+O MY LOVE LEONORE
+
+
+  O my Love Leonore! O my lithe Lady!
+  Is it the Grave you are gracing to-night?
+  Is your breast cold now and covered with white?
+  Are you grown stiff, who were lissome and light?--
+
+  Are they the plain coffin-planks that you see,
+  Narrow for feet that were flying and free,
+  Rude for white hands that wove spells over me?--
+  O my Love Leonore,--O my lithe Lady?--
+
+  Is your cheek cool of the flush that I fanned?
+  Must you not dance now, nor once wave your hand?
+  Can you not laugh, through the small stones and sand,--
+  O my Love Leonore! O my lithe Lady?--
+
+  --It is the Grave I am gracing to-night.
+  I am clay-cold now, and stiff-limbed, and white.
+  A great Lord, DEATH, hath me in this plight.
+
+  O my Love Leonore, O my lithe Lady,
+  If he, the great Lord, lays hands on your hand,
+  He will not help you to dance or to stand;
+  Nor from your eyes brush the small stones and sand.
+
+  Therefore farewell. Whom he wooeth is won.
+  Therefore farewell. I am jealous of none.
+  Are not both dancing and dying soon done?
+  O my Love Leonore,--O my lithe Lady?--
+
+
+
+
+THE CHANGELING
+
+
+    I have two horns upon my head.
+    They please me, being garlanded
+    With creepy pine, and berries red
+  From some old secret hawthorn-tree.
+
+    I have two horns, and hoofs also:
+    Brown questing hoofs, that clip and go
+    Over the mountain, high and low,
+  From sky-crack to the droning sea.
+
+    My Mother would have shame of me
+    If she could see--if she could see
+    Those horns and hoofs that make too free
+  With what she bore and bred so straight.
+
+    She taught me to be still and good;
+    To walk demure as maidens should;
+    Wear dainty slippers, silken snood,
+  And not come loitering home too late.
+
+    But now I dance, I dance all night,
+    By faint star-light or fierce moon-light,
+    Over the mountain,--till the white
+  Dumb dawn comes fingering, soothing me.
+
+    With whom I dance, with whom I sing,--
+    Why need my Mother know this thing?
+    In my green chamber slumbering
+  She finds me sweet and white, when she
+
+    Strokes down my curls. She does not know
+    Two horns beneath her fingers grow;
+    Rough horns: and I have hoofs also,
+  Not feet like pale flow’rs on the floor.
+
+    Oh, if you met me on the hill,
+    Moon-maddened, dancing to my fill,
+    O Mother, could you love me still,--
+  This wild-heart thing you never bore?
+
+
+
+
+HOOFS IN THE DARK
+
+
+  I wake in the night, and my heart says, “Hark!”
+  I lie like a corpse in my cool white place.
+  For hoofs go by in the dark, in the dark.
+  I turn on my pillow and bury my face.
+
+  The night is a tomb that smothers and sounds.
+  The night is a cavern uncressetted.
+  The blood in my ears like a mallet pounds.
+  My heart goes wild and my eyes see red:
+
+  Red and purple with prickling light,
+  Terrible broken light like glass.
+  For your hoofs go by in the breathing night,
+  And I dare not call you nor see you pass.
+
+  Loud on the bridge and up the hill,
+  Low and dull on the turfy lawn:
+  You ride with the wind, at the dark wind’s will,
+  With the alien stars, an hour ere dawn.
+
+         *       *       *       *       *
+
+  When I am dead, and the tapers burn,
+  As stiff and pale in my place I lie,
+  What shall I do if I cannot turn
+  And bury my face when the hoofs go by?
+
+  What if my body rose in its shroud,
+  And leaned like a mist the casement through,
+  Being no longer mortal and proud,--
+  Questing you, calling you, claiming you?
+
+  Would you draw rein? Would you see my face
+  Wan with wonder and love and death
+  Shine out once from the window-space,--
+  Shine, then fade with the frost’s white breath?
+
+  Would you draw rein? Who knows? The tide
+  Of my blood runs high, and my heart says “Hark!”
+  I have long to live, while you ride--you ride--
+  Out in the dark; out there in the dark.--
+
+
+
+
+“WHAT I DESIRE TO SAY”
+
+
+  What I desire to say will not be caught in words.
+  --I have been on the hills to-day, hearing strange leaves and birds.
+  I have been on the city street, hearing the pavements groan.
+  Now I am come again, glad of your face alone.
+
+    Here in the quiet house, where the soft night walks through
+  Window and open door, whispering to me and you,--
+  Here, where no stranger sounds than the far bell-chimes come,--
+  Here, being most at peace, yet am I far from home.--
+
+    Even as if the stars started and strained in space,--
+  Even as if the winds shook Heaven’s audience-place,
+  Pressing the sapphire walls, out, till they cracked and rent,--
+  So in my side my heart strains through our still content.
+
+    --You, that of all the world know the wild ways I go,--
+  (You, flying farther yet, sweeping more high, more low,)
+  Even to you, to-night, I must be dumb as death.
+  What I desire to say dies ere I give it breath.
+
+
+
+
+Transcriber’s Notes
+
+
+ - Italics represented with _underscores_.
+
+ - Small Caps converted to ALL CAPS.
+
+ - Variations in hyphenation kept as in the original.
+
+ - “As I Drank Tea Today” (p. 13), line 5 - changed “laugher” to
+   “laughter”
+
+
+
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78755 ***
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+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_i">[i]</span></p>
+<h1>
+CRACK O’ DAWN
+</h1>
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+
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+
+<p class='center'>
+  THE MACMILLAN COMPANY<br>
+<span class='allsmcap'>  NEW YORK · BOSTON · CHICAGO · DALLAS<br>
+  ATLANTA · SAN FRANCISCO<br></span>
+  <br>
+  MACMILLAN &amp; CO., <span class="smcap">Limited</span><br>
+<span class='allsmcap'> LONDON · BOMBAY · CALCUTTA<br>
+  MELBOURNE<br></span>
+  <br>
+  THE MACMILLAN CO. OF CANADA, <span class="smcap">Ltd.</span><br>
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+</p>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_iii">[iii]</span></p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center fs200">CRACK O’ DAWN</p>
+
+<p class="center mt2">BY</p>
+
+<p class="center">FANNIE STEARNS DAVIS</p>
+<p class='center'>(MRS. A. McK. GIFFORD)</p>
+
+<p class="center fs80">AUTHOR OF “MYSELF AND I”</p>
+
+<p class="center fs120 blackletter mt4">New York</p>
+<p class='center'>THE MACMILLAN COMPANY</p>
+<p class='center'>1915</p>
+
+<p class="center mt1 fs80"><i>All rights reserved</i></p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_iv">[iv]</span></p>
+</div>
+<div class='fs80'>
+<div class='poetry-container'>
+<p class='indent mwcopyright'>Copyright, 1913, 1914, by the Atlantic
+Monthly Company, Harper &amp;
+Brothers, The Century Company,
+The Yale Review, Harriet Monroe
+for Poetry, A Magazine of Verse,
+The Curtis Publishing Company,
+and Perry Mason Company.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class='center mt2'><span class="smcap">Copyright, 1915</span></p>
+
+<p class='center'><span class="smcap">By</span> THE MACMILLAN COMPANY</p>
+
+<p class='center'>
+  Set up and electrotyped. Published February, 1915.
+</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_v">[v]</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='#CRACK_O_DAWN'>Crack O’ Dawn</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+3
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+“<span class="smcap"><a href='#I_HAVE_LOOKED_INTO_ALL_MENS'>I Have Looked into All Men’s Hearts</a></span>”
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+7
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#PROFITS'>Profits</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+9
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#THE_POET_REBUKES_HIS_FLATTERERS'>The Poet Rebukes His Flatterers</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+11
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+“<span class="smcap"><a href='#AS_I_DRANK_TEA_TO-DAY'>As I Drank Tea To-day</a></span>”
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+13
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#TO_A_COWARD'>To a Coward</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+17
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#THE_RECLUSE'>The Recluse</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+20
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#RAIN_IN_THE_NIGHT'>Rain in the Night</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+22
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#RESTLESSNESS'>Restlessness</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+24
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#GHOSTS'>Ghosts</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+25
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#THE_YEAR_AFTER'>The Year After</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+27
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#THOSE_I_LOVE'>Those I Love</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+29
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#ESCAPE'>Escape</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+31
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+“<span class="smcap"><a href='#WHAT_IF_I_GROW_OLD_AND_GRAY'>What if I Grow Old and Gray</a></span>”
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+33
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#WIND'>Wind</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+35
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#SORROWS_SHADOW'>Sorrow’s Shadow</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+37
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+“<span class="smcap"><a href='#I_WENT_DOWN_INTO_MY_HEART'>I went Down Into my Heart</a></span>”
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+39
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#SORROW_IN_SPRING'>Sorrow in Spring</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+41
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#WINGS'>Wings</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+44
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#THE_UNBORN'>The Unborn</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+49
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#THE_MOTHER'>The Mother</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+50
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#THE_CHILDRENS_PEDDLER'>The Children’s Peddler</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+52
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#EVENING_SONG'>Evening Song</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+57
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#THE_NEW_HOUSE'>The New House</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+58
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#TO_YOUTH-IN_SECRET_JOY'>To Youth—in Secret Joy</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+60
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_vi">[vi]</span>
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#FIRE_FANTASY'>Fire Fantasy</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+63
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#AN_OLD_SONG'>An Old Song</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+68
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#HOME'>Home</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+70
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#WILD_WEATHER'>Wild Weather</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+71
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#DAWN-JOY'>Dawn-Joy</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+73
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+“<span class="smcap"><a href='#NOW_I_WILL_SADDLE_THE_SWIFT_BROWN'>Now I will Saddle the Swift Brown Mare</a></span>”
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+76
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#TO_THE_NORTH'>To the North</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+79
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#UP_ON_THE_MOUNTAIN'>Up on the Mountain</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+84
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+“<span class="smcap"><a href='#THE_STARS_GO_BY'>The Stars Go By</a></span>”
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+86
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#STORM_DANCE'>Storm Dance</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+89
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#THE_BLACK_WITCH'>The Black Witch</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+91
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#RIDE'>Ride</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+94
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#ROMANCE'>Romance</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+97
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#O_MY_LOVE_LEONORE'>O My Love Leonore</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+99
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#THE_CHANGELING'>The Changeling</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+101
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href='#HOOFS_IN_THE_DARK'>Hoofs in the Dark</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+104
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+“<span class="smcap"><a href='#WHAT_I_DESIRE_TO_SAY'>What I Desire to Say</a></span>”
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+107
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_vii"></a>[vii]</span></p>
+  <p class="indent">
+    Thanks are extended to the publishers of The Atlantic
+    Monthly, The Century, Harper’s Magazine, Poetry (A
+    Magazine of Verse), The Yale Review, The Country Gentleman,
+    and The Youth’s Companion, for their permission
+    to reprint in this volume poems copyrighted by them
+    in 1913, 1914.
+  </p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_viii"></a><a id="Page_1"></a>[1]</span></p>
+  <p class='center half-title'>
+    CRACK O’ DAWN
+  </p>
+</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>
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="CRACK_O_DAWN">
+    CRACK O’ DAWN
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Crack o’ dawn! Red sun looks in</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Through my curtains white and thin.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sun looks in, and I look out</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">At the sweet world spread about.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Silver dew on lilac-tree,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Meadow-larks desiring me,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hills that sleep along the dawn,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sense of wise stars just withdrawn,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">(Serious stars that hide away</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the hot blue halls of Day.)</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">No one sees me as I run</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Clear to meet the clear-eyed sun.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">No one hears me laugh and sing</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Many a dawn-swept dancing thing.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[4]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">No one knows my prayers are made</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Out of dew-pearl and leaf-shade,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Out of lark-song and sky-breath;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Simplest challengers of death.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Crack o’ dawn. The City still</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sleeps behind my daisy-hill;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Very dull, with shutters locked.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Though the red sun knocked and knocked</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They would never ask him in.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But the bull-mouthed whistles’ din</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Breaks their heavy dreams apart;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And they groan, and stretch, and start</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Grumbling up.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">O Dawn! Am I</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Guilty of their sweat and sigh?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Am I cold and hard, to run</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Free of foot to meet the sun,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While the bull-mouthed whistles roar,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the drab-faced people pour</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[5]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Herded down the blank gray street,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Leaden eyes and leaden feet?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Could I help them if I too</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lost my sunrise leaves and dew?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If I made my own dreams gray</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With the dust of day-to-day,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And forgot the stars, and fell</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In that hideous barren Hell,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where, I think, my soul would be</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hard for God Himself to see?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Once I was a pagan, wild</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With the wonder of a child.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Once I thought the City too</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Might go free of dawns and dew.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh, I thought them stupid folk,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With their crazy wheels and smoke,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Swarming babies, huddling halls,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Brazen laughter, sodden brawls,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">[6]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">And their blind souls,—blind, while I</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Played the god with wind and sky.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Crack o’ dawn! Red sun, I wake</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Singing for your splendid sake;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Silent, for the City still</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Drugged behind my daisy-hill.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh, but were I pagan yet!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">God! could I forget! forget!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[7]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="I_HAVE_LOOKED_INTO_ALL_MENS">
+    “I HAVE LOOKED INTO ALL MEN’S
+    HEARTS”
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">I have looked into all men’s hearts.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like houses at night unshuttered they stand,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I walk in the street, in the dark, and on either hand</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">There are hollow houses, men’s hearts.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">They think that the curtains are drawn.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yet I see their shadows suddenly kneel</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To pray, or laughing and reckless as drunkards reel</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Into dead sleep till dawn.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">And I see an immortal child</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With its quaint high dreams and wondering eyes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sleeping beneath the hard worn body that lies</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Like a mummy-case defiled.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[8]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">And I hear an immortal cry</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of splendor strain through the sodden words,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like a flight of brave-winged heaven-desirous birds</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">From a swamp where poisons lie.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">—I have looked into all men’s hearts.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh, secret terrible houses of beauty and pain!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I cannot be gay, but I cannot be bitter again,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Since I looked into all men’s hearts.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[9]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="PROFITS">
+    PROFITS
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yes, stars were with me formerly.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">(I also knew the wind and sea;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And hill-tops had my feet by heart.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Their shagged heights would sting and start</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When I came leaping on their backs.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I knew the earth’s queer crooked cracks,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where hidden waters weave a low</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And druid chant of joy and woe.)</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But stars were with me most of all.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I heard them flame and break and fall.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Their excellent array, their free</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Encounter with Eternity,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I learned. And it was good to know</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That where God walked, I too might go.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[10]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Now, all these things are past. For I</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Grow very old and glad to die.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">What did they profit me, say you,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">These distant bloodless things I knew?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Profit? What profit hath the sea</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of her deep-throated threnody?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">What profit hath the sun, who stands</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Staring on Space with idle hands?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And what should God Himself acquire</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From all the aeons’ blood and fire?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">My profit is as theirs: to be</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Made proof against mortality:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To know that I have companied</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With all that shines and lives, amid</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">So much the years sift through their hands,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Most mortal, windy, worthless sands.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">This day I have great peace. With me</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shall stars abide eternally!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[11]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_POET_REBUKES_HIS_FLATTERERS">
+    THE POET REBUKES HIS FLATTERERS
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Why will you trouble me with praise?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Give me no praise. These songs I found</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Flashing like wings above my ways,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Or blown like leaves along the ground.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I caught a feather; crushed a leaf;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And you applaud me. Let me be.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You had no praise for that sore grief</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Whereof I got the mastery.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">You had no praise the time I fled</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Down rustling corridors of fear:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You left me all uncomforted,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">With only God to cry “Draw near!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Look! at my side this moment stands</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">My friend, who suffers and is proud.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[12]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">He chokes his Life between his hands,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Lest, hurt and crazed, it cry too loud.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">He makes me hateful of my fame:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Hot-faced and humble: for he too</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Speaks softly, radiantly my name,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And loves me till it stabs me through.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Have you no little word for him?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Can you not see how strong he is?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh, what is all my music dim</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To such great reeling victories?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Leave off your praise. Smile not on me.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">What say you? Are my songs so sweet?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They are but wind-blown wizardry.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Look there! His blood-stained hands and feet!</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="AS_I_DRANK_TEA_TO-DAY">
+    “AS I DRANK TEA TO-DAY”
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">As I drank tea to-day</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With a dozen women, chattering, gay,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In delicate drooping gowns, in jewels like dew,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Laughing, light-voiced,—I thought of a certain hunger I knew</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hid in the heart of one, the merriest <ins id="cor_13" title='original: laugher'>laughter</ins> there.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I saw three little dull threads in the lazy dusk of her hair;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Three little keen wrinkles about her beautiful shining eyes.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And I wished I were not so wise.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">I wished that I did not know</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Those symbols of pain:—that low</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Under her pride and sweet warm-worded address</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">She was shaken with loneliness;</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[14]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">That the one great dream she had dared to dream was a lie,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And half of her Life went wearying, “Let me die.”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">I wished that I could not hear</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">That murmur of mortal fear</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Through the clink of silver and subtle whisper of lace.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I dared not look in her face.—</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Then I thought, (while I laughed aloud</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With my cup at poise,) “Ah, the proud</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Masques that we wear! We too,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">All of us, dancing through</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Some queer little pantomime each day,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Jewelled and gloved, deft-spoken and gay,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Ah, but God only hears</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">All of the follies and fears,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Meanness and courage, breathed out and in</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Over these tea-cups’ delicate din.”</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[15]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">Then I looked in that woman’s face</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Over its pearls and roses and lace,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I knew that I need not fear to see</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Those little dull threads, those wrinkles three,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or hear the cry of her life. I knew</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We were all of us crying too:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Crying with wonder or weariness,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Too much love or too little. Yes,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It was Life, just Life that we hid away</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Under our gossip and glad array.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And that woman’s laughter and pride,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shielding her heart, half-crucified,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Seemed bravely done,—although</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I thought, “Must Life hurt, hurt so?”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">Till as I took her hand,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Saying good-bye, the smooth words planned</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Choked in my throat. She stood there dumb,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Folded my fingers and pressed them numb,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[16]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Knowing I knew.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent16">Ah, yes! I knew!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">All of us seeking, hungering, hiding too,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In delicate drooping gowns, and jewels like stars and dew!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">So we all went away:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">A dozen women, chattering, gay.—</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="TO_A_COWARD">
+    TO A COWARD
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">You have no right to spoil the sun,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Blacken the blue and blur the stars.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is your fool’s-face the only one</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That ever pressed Life’s prison-bars,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And found escape too bitter-hard?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And cursed the great cold Gaoler, God?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Then, crooked-lipped, pain-smirched and marred,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shrieked to the peaceful folk who trod</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The free street still,—“But look at me!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I am so hurt. God hates me so.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I know that all Eternity</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is foul and false and bleared. I know!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">How do you know? What right have you</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To show your shameful coward’s face?</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[18]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Have you alone run ruined through</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hell’s wide waste-hillocked torture-place?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Have you a blood-sealed pact with Pain?—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A secret tryst with Agony?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Has no one else dared death, to gain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The great brave soul, that wrests the key</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of Freedom from God’s Hand?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent28">Then swift</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To flee, beholds the door flung wide;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And feels the Gaoler’s fingers lift</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His face, and push his locks aside,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While through his soul’s last desperate dusk</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The great slow Eyes stare deep, stare deep;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And Shame blows from him, like a husk</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of Horror; and clean glories leap</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From those great Eyes to his, set free</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From all the foul and false and marred:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">—“Thou! Who hast earned Eternity!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Thou! With My Secret Keys to guard!”</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[19]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">You! What know you of God, and Life?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There festering to your prison-bars.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Be proud! When you have won that strife</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You will not dare to curse the stars!</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="THE_RECLUSE">
+    THE RECLUSE
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I am too much in love with loneliness.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To-night, with secret joy I shut my door,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">(This is a shameful thing that I confess,)</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But I desired no footstep on my floor,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">No friend to share my hearth-fire, and the still</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Warm hours, before the midnight chime swings clear,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the small owlet hoots across the hill,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I join hands with Sleep, cool-fingered, dear.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I had no need of talk or song; no need</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of love. Love would have hurt and frightened me.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The wind went by; I heard the lilac-seed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dry-tipped, beat on the window stubbornly.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I sat glad and silent and complete.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I had no need in all the world. My heart</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[21]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Purred like the great gray cat. It seemed so sweet</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To shut the door, on Life,—and sit apart.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Life! this is shameful! Call me out before</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I die of loving loneliness too well.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Send hordes of beggars battering my door,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To keep me clear of happiness, and hell.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Send me great love to hurt me. Send me fear</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And anger, God’s fierce messengers,—for I</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Am swooning, swooning, in my fire-light here.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Life! stab me! make me fight before I die!</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="RAIN_IN_THE_NIGHT">
+    RAIN IN THE NIGHT
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Out in the night the great good rain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Makes sweet the earth, makes strong the trees.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">—Let me be done myself with pain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And hot unhappy mysteries.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Let me not lie awake to-night</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With dreams devouring all the gloom:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wide mouths of hungry restless light</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Gleaming and gaping round my room.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dreams, from my soul’s and body’s stark</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And hollow red-hot caves of fear.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">(Oh, never a dream of leaves, a lark,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A dawn-wind, sea-tides salt and clear!)</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[23]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">—Out in the night the good rain goes,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Kind as my Mother used to be.—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh, if in Heaven my Mother knows,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">God, send her back like rain to me!</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="RESTLESSNESS">
+    RESTLESSNESS
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Life with his chin on my shoulder</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Whispers into my ear.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His voice is like winds, and cities,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And seas, and sorrow, and fear.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">It troubles and wearies me always.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Nothing he says comes clear.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">—Sharp chin on my aching shoulder!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Strange murmurous voice in my ear!</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="GHOSTS">
+    GHOSTS
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I am almost afraid of the wind out there.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The dead leaves skip on the porches bare,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The windows clatter and whine. I sit</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Here in the quiet house, low-lit,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With the clock that ticks and the books that stand,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wise and silent, on every hand.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I am almost afraid, though I know the night</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lets no ghosts walk in the warm lamp-light.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yet ghosts there are; and they drift and blow</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Out in the wind and the scattering snow.—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When I open the windows and go to bed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Will the ghosts come in and stand at my head?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Last night I dreamed they came back again.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I heard them talking; I saw them plain.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[26]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">They hugged me and held me and loved me; spoke</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of happy doings and friendly folk.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They seemed to have journeyed a week away,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But now they were ready and glad to stay.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But oh, if they came on the wind to-night</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Could I bear their faces, their garments white</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Blown in the dark round my lonely bed?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh, could I forgive them for being dead?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I am almost afraid of the wind. My shame!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That I would not be glad if my dear ones came!</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="THE_YEAR_AFTER">
+    THE YEAR AFTER
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Up and down my Garden the roses are a-revel;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Up and down my Garden gleam golden butterflies.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">June-scent to the tree-tops floods the white air level,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And June-sun to the rose-roots thrusts fingers warm and wise.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">O my red, red roses! my larkspurs and my lilies!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">(Yellow lilies leaning in a tangle and a swoon,)</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">O, have you forgot me? for now the Garden still is,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And no one treads the warm path I knew by night and noon.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Red-rose-petals blowing, and rain-bleached in the grasses,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Red-rose-petals slipping, slipping to be dead,—</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[28]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Only wind may touch you: he hurts you as he passes:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">O, do you remember who kissed you once instead?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">—Up and down my Garden my Spirit runs a-tiptoe,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Stroking all the roses, chasing butterflies.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But she may not gather one blighted bud. To slip so</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Empty from her Garden, blurs her shining eyes.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Spirit!—Spirit!—Spirit!—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent28">Home, come home and leave them:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Leave the petals blowing like little weary flames.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lest your ghostly presence, your pulsing shadow grieve them:—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">—Yet ’tis you, you only, who know their dear lost names!</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="THOSE_I_LOVE">
+    THOSE I LOVE
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I could be glad and gay to-night</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">If those I love were gay.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But they have shadows o’er their sight</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I cannot sweep away.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">My body laughs and leaps and sings.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I could go proud and sweet.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But those I love have broken wings.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Dance not! Dance not, my feet!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I could have faith in God enough</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To keep me joyfully.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But those I love must take the rough</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Dark way of doubt. Ah me,—</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[30]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Would God that they by trusting too</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Gave me my right to Faith!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But how dare I drink heaven-dew</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">While those I love drink death?</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="ESCAPE">
+    ESCAPE
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Now since I cannot make it out:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Why people love and lose and die;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Why there is agony and doubt,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And so much cause to brood and cry;</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh, since I cannot understand</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">God’s will for all the world, and me,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I will go take the wind’s cold hand,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And dance a little, foolishly.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The hills are green and simple folk;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The wind is quick with comrade-calls;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">White wayside apple-trees, and smoke</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Of woodfires, and bright waterfalls,—</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[32]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">They never bid me understand.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">They never say, “You, too, must die.”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I will go take the wind’s cold hand.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">God knows, I cannot always cry!</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="WHAT_IF_I_GROW_OLD_AND_GRAY">
+    “WHAT IF I GROW OLD AND GRAY”
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">What if I grow old and gray</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Who was once so gallant-gay?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">When my goodliness shall pass</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As the flower of the grass;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When there shall be none to claim</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Friendship in my youth’s dear name;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When my soul that leapt like fire</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Limps, too dreary for desire;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When the door of Silence stands</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Open to my fumbling hands;—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Though I almost make you cry,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">(You, still young and passing by,)</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Leave me proud and high and free.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Never dare to pity me!</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[34]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">For I make my journeying</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Far from every sorry thing.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I have lived too glad to fear</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Any hurt or horror here;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I shall be glad once more</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When the Silence swings its door,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I enter in, and see.—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Oh, you must not pity me!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[35]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="WIND">
+    WIND
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The Wind bows down the poplar-trees,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The Wind bows down the crested seas;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And he has bowed the heart of me</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Under his hand of memory.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">O heavy-handed Wind, who goes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hurting the petals of the rose;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Who leaves the grasses on the hill</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Broken and pallid, spent and still!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">O heavy-handed Wind, who brings</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To me all echoing ancient things:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Echoing sorrow and defeat,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Crying like mourners, hard to meet!</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[36]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The Wind bows down the poplar-trees</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And all the ocean’s argosies;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But deeper bends the heart of me</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Under his hand of memory.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[37]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="SORROWS_SHADOW">
+    SORROW’S SHADOW
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Some days, when I am dressed in shimmer-stuff,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">With yellow roses at my breast and hair;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When just the air and sunlight seem enough</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To make the whole world delicately rare;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When people love me, and I them, and all</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">My heart is like a hill-brook’s lilting call:</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Then, if I pass her, in her dim black dress,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">With heavy eye-lids darkened by old tears,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I feel a sudden clutch of loneliness;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I stare down vistas of unsparkling years,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And there behold myself, clad close in black,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With tired brows, thin hands, and aching back.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">O Sorrow’s Shadow! let me be awhile!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Wreck not my happy yellow roses: set</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[38]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">No watch upon my sudden cry and smile.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Why should I not forget—ah, half forget!—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That Sorrow’s Self will meet me some strange day,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And take my hand, nor let me dance away?</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="I_WENT_DOWN_INTO_MY_HEART">
+    “I WENT DOWN INTO MY HEART”
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I went down into my heart. It was hollow and cold and deep.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There were statues standing apart in a folded icicle-sleep.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There was beauty beneath their veils, wild beauty and terror too;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But they were asleep, asleep, and knew not my passing through.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I went down into my heart, to the altar the God built there.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The lamp burned low to its death; the altar was dusty and bare;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the face of the God was blurred, and the gold of his fringes dead.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I went thither to kneel and pray, but my prayers were slow to be said.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[40]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I came up out of my heart to the traffic and toil of the day.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I had been but the wink of an eye, the tick of a clock, away.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But I knew that I should not dare go back to my heart once more</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Till the statues waked with a cry and the God gleamed out from the door!</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="SORROW_IN_SPRING">
+    SORROW IN SPRING
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">Sorrow knocked at my door,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Sorrow sat by my bed.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I could not sing any more.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The bird at the green lane’s head</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Sings, and the Spring returns.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Primroses revel in dew.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Fire from the twilight burns,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Soft stars, trembling and new.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">Children shout in the street;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Pedlars gesture and chaff;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Linden-branches repeat</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wise-wives’ stories, and laugh.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">River runs to the sea;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Boats swim brave on his breast.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[42]</span>      <div class="verse indent2">(There is one boat whose free</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Swan-wings surpass the rest.)</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">Would I might sail away!—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Lock my door in the town;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Lock in the dark old day</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When Sorrow came in her gown</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Heavy and soiled with ash:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Knocked, and entered, and sate.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">My candles failed in a flash.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The bread was dust that I ate.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">—Oh, to sing as of old!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Sing, with the dance of the day,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Sing, with the waters cold</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the quick winds running away!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">—Never, never, again.—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">But I will be proud, not cry.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Sunshine, children, the strain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the harp-man loitering by,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[43]</span>      <div class="verse indent2">I will not hurt you with tears.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Look! I will laugh!—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent24">And lo,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Sorrow,—Sorrow,—she hears!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">She smiles! and she rises to go!</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="WINGS">
+    WINGS
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Take down your golden wings now from their hook behind the door.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The wind comes calling from the west, and you must fly once more.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh, mine are grown too old to fly, my crooked wings and gray,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But yours are glad with ruffled gold, and you must fly away.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I found you far across the moors beneath a thorny-tree:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The eyes of you were wide as stars above a breathless sea:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But frail you were and faint you were, and nowise gay and glad</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Save for the leaping golden wings your slender shoulders had.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[45]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And suddenly I led you home, and cherished you. I wrought</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Green robes like April willow-leaves. I coursed the hills and sought</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Strange jewel-seeds and pearly flow’rs to weave about your hair.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Beneath my hand you bloomed and grew, fair as a flame is fair.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I hung your wings behind the door lest you should fly away:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">(They being all of bubbling gold, but mine,—ah, withered gray!)</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I hung your wings behind the door, for secretly I knew</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Your golden wings, your wayward wings, they bode their time for you.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And now, the cottage by the wood, its doorways shall be dark.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You were its sunshine and its spring; its south wind and its lark.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[46]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Your bed beneath the window-sill must lie unwarmed, unpressed;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The briar-rose may bear no more her star-flowers for your breast.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The dragon-flies across the pools may dart and drowse all day,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sapphire and stinging emerald, with slit wings silver-gray;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The rabbit up the glen may leap, the rare thrush ring his chime:—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But you will never come again for noon or twilight-time.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">—Take down your golden wings now from their hook behind the door,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And tie them tight against your back, the bright thongs crossed before.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The bright thongs strained across your breast to keep them straight and true,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The golden wings, the wandering wings, that woke my love for you.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[47]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The west wind calls, “Come forth! Come forth!” Look once within my eyes.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Tell me, “I know you loved me well, but now the whole world cries!”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Tell me, “You have been kind to me, but ah, I cannot stay.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A million miles of sea and sun, they whisper me away.”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">That is enough. I ask no more. I grow too gray to fly.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I can but walk the sheltered woods to watch the year go by.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The little cottage, dawn and dusk, shall keep me warm. And you—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That I must give you back your wings too well, too well I knew!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">O Face of Youth that lit my dusk! O Hand too light to hold!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">How should you wait? The west wind cries, who cried to me of old.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[48]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Lean down. I tie the broad bright thongs to keep them true and straight:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Your golden wings, your windy wings, that leave me desolate.</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="THE_UNBORN">
+    THE UNBORN
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">When out of the dark I come to you,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A faint new spirit, blank and blind,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A bird too weak to search the blue,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A ship too frail to take the wind,—</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">When out of the dark I come to you,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">(You having called me from that Place</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where I might sleep the aeons through,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lapped in the drowsy dark of Space,)—</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Then must you claim me for your own,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Who seem no more your own than light,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Across an upland pasture blown</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the great solitudes of night?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Body and soul, you live in me.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yet strange am I, and wild, and new.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh, can your loving leave me free,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When out of the dark I come to you?—</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="THE_MOTHER">
+    THE MOTHER
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And now, they did not need her any more.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">She heard below the shudder of the door,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The quick feet on the path, and she was fain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Only to snatch her sewing up again,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And sew, and sew, seam over feverish seam,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hurrying in the dumb haze of a dream,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Thrusting away the moment when her hand</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Should force her idleness to understand</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That they were gone, all gone, and at the door</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They would not call and claim her any more.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Young as the morning, they were gone away,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whose kisses kept her hair from turning gray,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whose laughter kept her ready. Wherefore now</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Should not those wrinkles deepen in her brow,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And she shut up her heart, and learn to be</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of her bright self a queer dull travesty?</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[51]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">And yet, the smile they left her must not die;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For crying now, might she not always cry?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“O God!” she whispered, sewing, “keep me! Oh,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Thou only, over all the world, must know!”</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="THE_CHILDRENS_PEDDLER">
+    THE CHILDREN’S PEDDLER
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Up above the village roofs the white road climbs away;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There among its maple trees the church stands cool and gray,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the Dead Folk all around have houses still and sweet.—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But I—I go a-peddling on the dusty village street.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Uphill, downhill, rain and sunny weather:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Right foot, left foot, (faith, it’s hard on leather)!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dolls and balls and kites and chains, knives and knick-knacks—oh,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I’m the crazy peddlerman that all the children know!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[53]</span></p>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">All the village children shout and tag me down the street:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Bobbing braids and freckled cheeks and bare brown dusty feet.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Have you got the marbles with the twisty glass inside?”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Have you got the gun that popped?” “And oh, the doll that cried?”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Have you got a sailorman with wind-mill arms and oars?”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“I must buy a league ball, and a book to keep the scores.”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Did you bring my box of paints?” They pull my coat and tease:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Show me how to fly my kite!” “And run my jig-saw, please!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Eager eyes and laughing lips and dancing dusty feet,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">So they cry and chase me down the maple-shaded street.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[54]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">And the grown-up people smile from window-sill and door,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“It’s the children’s peddlerman, come to town once more.”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh, the grown-up people smile and tap their foreheads wise.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If they think me simple—well, I must be, in their eyes!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But who’d peddle tins and tapes and soap and pious books,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When there’s heaven paid him out for knives and fishing-hooks?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Uphill, downhill, every sort of weather:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Right foot, left foot, (and it’s hard on leather)!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">None too much to eat and drink, shabby coat to wear;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">No, it’s little wonder that the grown-up people stare!</div>
+    </div>
+<hr class="tb">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[55]</span></p>
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But above the village roofs the church stands cool and gray.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There the Dead Folk lie at ease, and dream the years away.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There beneath a sweetbriar bush are three gray stones I know,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Worn alike, but one is tall, and two are small and low.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">When it’s summer dusk along the lazy village street,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When the children loiter home with tired eyes and feet,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the grown-up people say, “You little drowsihead,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Put your playthings straight away and tumble into bed!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Then they never see me climb the steep white crooked road.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Underneath the apple-tree I hide my peddler’s load;</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[56]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">In the starry singing dusk I pass the churchyard gate,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And beside the sweetbriar bush I stand alone and wait.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh, there’s nothing there to hear, nothing there to see:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Only stars and village lights and tree that crowds on tree.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">No one answers when I speak; no one takes my hand.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But I think they hear my voice; I think they understand.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Uphill, downhill, every sort of weather:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Right foot, left foot, (mighty hard on leather)!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dolls and bats and blocks and stamps, knives and knick-knacks,—oh,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Just the crazy peddlerman that all the children know!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[57]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="EVENING_SONG">
+    EVENING SONG
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Little Child, Good Child, go to sleep.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The tree-toads purr and the peepers peep;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Under the apple-tree grass grows deep;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Little Child, Good Child, go to sleep!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Big star out in the orange west;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Orioles swung in their gypsy nest;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Soft wind singing what you love best;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Rest till the sun-rise; rest, Child, rest!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Swift dreams swarm in a silver flight.—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hand in hand with the sleepy Night</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lie down soft with your eyelids tight.—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Hush, Child, little Child! Hush.—Good-night—</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="THE_NEW_HOUSE">
+    THE NEW HOUSE
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">My little House is very young:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">No shadow makes it grave.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With blue-bird-chintz and roses hung</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Its chamber windows wave.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Here never blind-eyed Grief has knocked</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And entered groping in.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The doors, that seem so free, are locked</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">As yet to Death and Sin.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Here only happy wondering dreams</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Walk nightly to and fro.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They are the friends of white moon-beams,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And simple as the snow.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[59]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">My little House is very young</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And very unaware</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That dreams are wrought and songs are sung</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">In any subtler air.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh might I keep its blue-birds bright,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Its hearth still warm and gay!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh might my House but know delight,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And not be dark, some day!</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="TO_YOUTH-IN_SECRET_JOY">
+    TO YOUTH—IN SECRET JOY
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shut out the wind, shut out the gloom,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Draw the gold curtains round the room:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The candle-light sees well that you</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Are glad, as mortals may be. Through</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Your heart a secret fragrance blows,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like a June garden, when a rose</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Leans to the wind: the light-lipped morn</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whispers, “So thou! so thou—art born!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh, far away the haunted past</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With all its lonely spaces, vast</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And hollow as an echoing hall</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of hateful dreams, where you might call</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And run, but never find the end,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nor window-slit, nor face of friend.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[61]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">And far away the future. Far</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Its shadow as its saving star.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">(In truth, what stars shall shine? to make</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The sky still holy for their sake,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When earth seems faded, and you know:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Soon I must go. Soon I must go.”)</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">So far—that dusk! Sit close,—and pray.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You have been very glad to-day.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Glad!—no one knows how glad. You keep</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Your dear joy sacred as your sleep.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">How could the hard world understand</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The warm light tremor of your hand,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The flying flush, the dancing eyes,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And how your whole heart laughs and cries?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">—You would as soon men saw you lie</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">White in your star-lit room, as spy</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">This secret. No, you need not speak,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nor move the hand that holds your cheek;</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[62]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">You need not whisper. Only pray,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Because you were so glad to-day.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">For oh, you must remember this</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Deep hour of hidden ecstasies,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of fragrance and unearthly light,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of sky-swept wonder when to-night—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nay! but you know so well why you</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Are glad! let only God know, too.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Only that you remember. Pray.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sometime your Life may need this day!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[63]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="FIRE_FANTASY">
+    FIRE FANTASY
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">Flame flies up in the chimney black.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Here I lie and bid him come back.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Here I lie, on the fox-skin, white</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As silver under the leaping light,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">White and furry and kind and warm.—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Out by the window scurries the storm.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Flame! O crinkly curly Flame!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where are you going? What is your name?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is it a star you are flying to?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Stay and tell me, O You!—O You!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">But the flame he never, never comes back.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I lie and stare up the chimney black.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[64]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Out in the hall the great clock chimes.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His voice is solemn as holy rhymes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That good monks made in old cloister cells,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Somehow charmed to sing in his bells,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Out in the dark, all deep and low,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like sea-waves swinging to and fro.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Here it is very still and warm,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But out on the window batters the storm.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If I were a ship, I would die to-night;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If I were a bird, I would freeze in my flight;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If I were a ghost, I would keep to my grave.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">—But now, I watch how the wide flames wave.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Now, I dream of a thousand things:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Summer, and sea-foam, and queens, and kings.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">Flame flies up in the chimney black.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">If I were a flame, would I ever come back?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">If I got to a star, I would never come back.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[65]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But there are no stars at all to-night.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Up in the sky there is never a light:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Only the souls of the flames, and they</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Are thin and nervous, and scudding gray.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They blow, they blow, they shudder and blow.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The wind he hates them and hustles them so.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">“Wind! O Wind!—Are you mad?” But he</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Shrieks and is gone without answering me.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">Flame flies up in the chimney black.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I am too sleepy to call him back.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Now it is time to go to bed:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Furry fox, my head to your head;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Long warm fox, my back to your back;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I stretch, I stretch, till my best bones crack.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">—I am so still with sleep, and warm.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">—Out on the window shivers the storm.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sleepy fire, now purr and fall.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Great old clock in the dusky hall,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[66]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Chime for me; chime deep, chime low,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like sea-waves swinging to and fro.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">—I saw in my eyes a queer thing then.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There was a woman with two tall men.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">She had a blue shawl over her head.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">One of them wore a cloak, blood-red.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The other one had a sword. And she</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Was fair as an old-time queen to see.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They had been travelling—far—so far—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">—But oh, in my eyes a falling star!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Drowned in the sea.—And I saw a ship</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With square sails over the sea’s edge slip,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I wonder—wonder—where.—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent26">Oh, then</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I saw—gaunt hills, and a black old fen—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A wind-mill,—water. —I saw—I saw—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sun-burnt boys and a stack of straw,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yellow, yellow! and swallows flew—</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[67]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">—Was her shawl yellow, or was it blue,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Over her head—?—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent18">Oh, I am so warm.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Out on the window tumbles the storm.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">I am so sleepy—the chimney is black—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Flame—flame—are you coming back?—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Have you found a star?—are you coming back—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent26">Coming back—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent26">Coming—back——?</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[68]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="AN_OLD_SONG">
+    AN OLD SONG
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And if I came not again</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">After certain days;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If no morning sun or rain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Met me on their ways;</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">If the meadows knew no more</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">How my feet go free,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the folded hills forbore</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Any speech of me;</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">If you did not find me here,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">At the door at night,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the cold hearth kept no cheer,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the panes no light;—</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[69]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh, if I came not again,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Would you miss me much?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Would your fingers once be fain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of my wandering touch?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Would you dream me at your side</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the waking wood,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where the old spring hungers hide</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In blue solitude?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Would you wonder where I passed,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Into joy or pain?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh, to know you cared, at last,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Came I not again!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[70]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="HOME">
+    HOME
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Home, to the hills and the rough, running water;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Home, to the plain folk and cold winds again.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh, I am only a gray farm’s still daughter,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Spite of my wandering passion and pain!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Home, from the city that snares and enthralls me;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Home, from the bold light and bold weary crowd.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh, it’s the blown snow and bare field that calls me;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">White star and shy dawn and wild lonely cloud!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Home, to the gray house the pine-trees guard, sighing;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Home, to the low door that laughs to my touch.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">How should I know till my wings failed me, flying,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Home-nest,—my heart’s nest,—I loved you so much?</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[71]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="WILD_WEATHER">
+    WILD WEATHER
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The sea was wild. The wind was proud.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He shook my curtains like a shroud.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">He was a wet and worthy wind:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His hair with wild sea-crystals twined:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His cloak with wild sea-grasses green;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His slanted wings all gray and lean:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And strange and swift, and fierce and free</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He cried, “Come out! and race with me!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">I snatched my mantle wide and red,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And far along the cliffs I fled.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">The cliff-grass bowed itself in fear,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The gulls forgot what path to steer;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Below the cliffs the broad waves broke</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">In trampled ranks like fighting folk;</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[72]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">The ships with grisly sea-wrack blind,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dead-drunken, cursed that chasing wind.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">My lips with salt were wild to taste.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I leapt: I shouted and made haste:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Along the cliffs, above the sea,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With mad red mantle waving free,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And hair that whipped the eyes of me.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And there was no one else but he,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That great grim wind who called to me.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh, we ran far! Oh, we ran free!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[73]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="DAWN-JOY">
+    DAWN-JOY
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Clean, clean as crispèd water-cress</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The dawn-taste of the wind!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I got me out with hastiness,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And not a look behind.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The sleep fell off my eyes like scales,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And off my feet like lead.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As thoughtless Things with hooves and tails,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I leapt, and tossed my head!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The sleep swept off my heart like mist</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">That blurs a sun-lit sea.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I felt the keen blood curl and twist</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To every tip of me.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">[74]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I felt as cherry-trees must feel</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">When all their blossoms shake;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or like the black-bird routs that reel</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Around a rushy lake.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I thought, “And so the Sun must thrill,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Who strides upon his way,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And sees the hushed earth-hollows fill</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">With living golden Day!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I thought, “And God Himself must know</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">A Joy ten thousandfold</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">More free and thirsty, when His low</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Dull earth grows glad and bold,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“And rocks and quivers in His hand,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">As I do, with the Spring</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Across the wild green-gilded land</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Unloosed and glorying.”</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">[75]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">—Clean, clean as crispèd water-cress,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The dawn-taste of the wind.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">My thoughts leapt high with heavenliness;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">My feet came close behind!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[76]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="NOW_I_WILL_SADDLE_THE_SWIFT_BROWN">
+    “NOW I WILL SADDLE THE SWIFT BROWN
+    MARE”
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Now I will saddle the swift brown mare,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And ride, and ride, to the sunset’s death;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With the wind like the hands of a star in my hair,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the white frost snatching my breath!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">—Shut the door where the old books stand</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Row on row in their musty cowls:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Monks, with a scourge and a cross in each hand:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Apes, and asses, and snakes, and owls!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">—Shut the door where the Gossips sit,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hugging the hearth, with their brew of tea:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Picking men’s lives up, bit by bit,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Dropping them dourly and damningly.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">[77]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">—Shut the door where my own Moods lie</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Faint and white on a silver bed:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Delicate damsels, dreams that die,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Petals from pale white poppies shed.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh, I will saddle the swift brown mare,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And ride, and ride, to the forge-fire-sky!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">—Might I shoe her with stars that hang white-hot there,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Cooled in the sea-troughs, hissing high!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Might I spur her with goads of the ice that grows</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sharp as steel on the mountain-lake!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Might I shout her the fierce gay song that blows</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Out of the west where the sun-ranks break!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">—Look, I am weary of “Thus,—and So,”—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Mantles that mildew and swords that rust;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Talk and trouble and meanness. Oh,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Why should I stay to be choked with dust?</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">[78]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">So, I will saddle the swift brown mare,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And ride, and ride, to the red world’s death.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With the wind like the hands of a star in my hair,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the quick frost catching my breath!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">[79]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="TO_THE_NORTH">
+    TO THE NORTH
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I give three calls to the North.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent12">Come forth!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent12">Come forth!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent12">Come forth!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Out of the black fir-forests, where snow</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hides in the hollow places; where blow</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Late spring winds; and the rivers run</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ice-green, laughing with late spring sun;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Out of the sharp white nights, too still,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">(Star upon star, as hill upon hill)</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh, like the fierce-foot rivers, set free,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Come and awaken and trouble me!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">(Name that I cannot cry,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Face that my dreams deny,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">[80]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Feet that strode swift,—and yet</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Should I one hour forget?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shot from your life to mine,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Blazing and barbed, the Sign?)</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I give three calls to the North.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent12">Come forth!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent12">Come forth!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent12">Come forth!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Here in my garden green</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lilacs whisper and lean.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Deep the grass at my door.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shadows and songs fly o’er.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Out in the village street</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Clatter of wheels and feet;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Children laughing, the chime</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From the church-tower telling the time;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hot May-sweetness, and I</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Weeding my rose-beds, cry</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">[81]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Over the bristling hills to the North,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hear me! Come forth! Come forth!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Can you not run down a mountain-side</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like a rude green river’s rock-roughened tide?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Fly over forests of black-peaked firs</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like an eagle, proudest of voyagers?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sweep like a notable wind to me,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Laughing and cold-lipped, to set me free?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">How can I wait so long?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Till the bob-o’-link slackens his song;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Till the roses have blossomed and blown,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the little round apples have grown</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Green on my twisted tree?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Can you not set me free</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Now, while I cry to you?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Now, while the sweet nights through</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I lie in the dark and feel</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Life like a mad flame reel</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">[82]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Over the floors of my heart?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Now, while the wild dreams start</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Clamoring out of the night and noon,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Under the clear sun, under the moon,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Clamoring, while I go</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Soberly to and fro?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">How can I wait? I stand</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And cry to you. Heart and hand</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Reaches to you. Give heed!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I, in my garden, bleed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Small dark blood-drops of need.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">—Great bees blunder and croon,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Church-bell chiming high noon,—</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">O, like the fierce-foot rivers, set free,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Come! and awaken and trouble me!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Come! For I need you mortally!</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">[83]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I give three calls to the North.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent12">Come forth!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent12">Come forth!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent12">Come forth!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_84">[84]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="UP_ON_THE_MOUNTAIN">
+    UP ON THE MOUNTAIN
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Up on the mountain, where nobody comes,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">(But the wild wind walks, and the wild bee hums,)—</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Up on the mountain, where nobody spies,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But the shy ones, the swift ones, soft-footed and wise,—</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">There in the singing and coolness and height,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With the thrush-voice all day and the brook-voice all night,—</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">There will I wander, and there will I rest,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As a deer in the fern, as a bird in the nest.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Far from the faces that stare and are blind;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From the cold hidden heart, and the cold crooked mind,—</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">[85]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Up on the mountain where nobody sees,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I will sleep like a leaf of the green simple trees.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I will fold in my heart all my wonder, and sleep,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While the white stars drift, and the white hours creep.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">—And far from the wind and the stars and the hill</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I will wake in the hot nights and smile and lie still,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">As I feel on my eye-lids the hands of the night,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like an echo of leaf-song, a star’s straying light.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh, under the labor and blindness and heat</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shall be music to lure me and lighten my feet,—</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Beating,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">“Up on the mountain, where nobody comes,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">But the wild wind walks, and the wild bee hums,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent26">And the wild bee hums—”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">[86]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_STARS_GO_BY">
+    “THE STARS GO BY”
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">Under the Lake he growls and he groans,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Tossing and twisting his frosty bones:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Grim old Giant!—but never we</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Will chop the ice out and set you free;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Never we, while the moon rides high,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the stars go by, and the stars go by,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">As over the gray-glass Lake we fly!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">Nearer, nearer, the black shores swing.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Laugh and lean while the steel blades sing:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Laugh, and slip into silence.—See!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The world is aching with splendor! Free,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Free of our bodies our light souls fly</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Up, where the cold moon freezes the sky,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Up, where the strange stars crowd into Space.—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh, have they stared into God’s own Face?</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">[87]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Folding their flames in the Flame of God,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Over His terrible threshold trod?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">Oh, we are thirsty of light,—of light,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Space,—and silence—and God—to-night.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">How can we hide them forever, deep</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In our hearts from the dun days’ struggle and sleep?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Hide them, and know till we die, that we</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Are free of the flames of Eternity,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Freer than falling stars are free?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">Ah, but our bodies grow stiff and cold:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Stars are shifting: the night is old.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We must come back out of Space, and see</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">How far it is to Eternity!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">So, from the shadowy pine-tree-shore,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Back to our bodies! swing free once more!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Chase the blurred moon whisking away</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Down at our feet in the mirror gray:</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_88">[88]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Laugh, and lean to the steel blades’ song,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Flying along,—oh, flying along!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">But—there’s a star shoots over the hill.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Hush. For our souls are too thirsty still,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Thirsty, trembling with utter light.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Hush. We are going.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent22">O Worlds, good-night!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_89">[89]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="STORM_DANCE">
+    STORM DANCE
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The water came up with a roar,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The water came up to me.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There was a wave with tusks of a boar,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And he gnashed with his tusks on me.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I leaned, I leapt, and was free.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">He snarled and struggled and fled.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Foaming and blind he turned to the sea,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And his brothers trampled him dead.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The water came up with a shriek.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The water came up to me.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There was a wave with a woman’s cheek</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And she shuddered and clung to me.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I crouched, I cast her away.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">She cursed me and swooned and died.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Her green hair tangled like sea-weed lay</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Tossed out on the tearing tide.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_90">[90]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Challenge and chase me, Storm!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Harry and hate me, Wave!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wild as the wind is my heart, but warm,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Sudden and merry and brave.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For the water comes up with a shout,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The water comes up to me.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And oh, but I laugh, laugh out!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the great gulls laugh, and the sea!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">[91]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_BLACK_WITCH">
+    THE BLACK WITCH
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ye have driven me out from your court and your kirk,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">From your market-square and your mill;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ye have branded my name, ye have wasted my work,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Ye have done me a deadly ill.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ye have chased me to crags where the eagles cry,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the sharp sun swallows the dew.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A Witch and a Devil’s Wife am I?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Then why should I come to you?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The Black Plague walks in your shuddering street;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Your dead like herring lie thick.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With mantles over your mouths ye meet.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Ye take the dead for the quick.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_92">[92]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">God’s Faith! My witchcraft could help you now;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">My devils could daunt your death!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But I will stand under my rowan-bough</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">However ye waste your breath.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I will not come down, I will not come down,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Nor weave you one wizardry,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Though all the roofs o’ the little red town</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Go tumbling into the sea.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Though all the cracks o’ the craggy Rock</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Gape wide as the mouths o’ Doom,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I will stand at the crest and make you a mock</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Till ye long for the grave’s gray gloom.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Black Plague! Black Plague! push open their doors!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Lie down in their beds this day!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Heavy and hard are my ancient scores.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Black Plague! but we make them pay!</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_93">[93]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh, up and up in the face of the sun</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">My voice like a flame shall flee,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With Curse on you, Curse on you, every one,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Who wrought such a curse on me!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_94">[94]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="RIDE">
+    RIDE
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lean in the saddle and look aside.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">Ride!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Turn the flame of your face away.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It is white as a tree in May.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It is bright as a star at sea.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It is terribly dear to me.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lean in the saddle and look aside.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">Ride!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Black-maned Balor is proud of you,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Racing down in the dawn-red dew;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Racing down with the dust behind,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">(Crackling lash of the sun and wind,)</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">[95]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Black-maned Balor will never see</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Here in the bushes the eyes of me,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Staring out like a fox in lair,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hungering out through my clotted hair,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Pulling you from the saddle, down,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Down through the fern and the bracken brown,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Down, to the hollow where I lie,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Trembling to feel your face flash by.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ah, but you must not see—not see!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You must never look once at me.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Days gone by, and I rode with you</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Over the dust and under the dew:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Light and perilous, rash to ride,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Laughing, high as a hawk with pride.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Now I kneel in the brake and hide.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">(Ride.)</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_96">[96]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh, if I might stand clear and cry,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Look! It is I again! It is I!”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Swing you down from the saddle,—No!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Turn the flame of your face and go!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Watch the white clouds up in the wind;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Laugh for the keen miles cast behind.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Look not down at the burnt road-side.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dogs that have bitten must slink and hide.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">—God! that I loved you and hurt you! —See,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I will not ask for one look at me.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Safe as a star in the sky-ways wide</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">Ride!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Galloping hoofs on my heart, my pride.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Love of me, Love of me, lean aside!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">RIDE!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_97">[97]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="ROMANCE">
+    ROMANCE
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Come over the waters and find me!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The weeds by the wet shore bind me.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">The water-snakes float</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Round my slime-dragged boat,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the clouds of the sun-dust blind me.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Come over the waters and hold me!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hot fingers of Horror enfold me.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">My white swan lies dead</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">In his nest blood-red,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But the marsh-geese chase me and scold me.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Come over the waters and woo me!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The rude Marsh-People pursue me.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">From tussock and brake</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">They leer and they shake</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Their hairy hands holden unto me.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_98">[98]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Come over! Come over! Come over!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">O Beautiful Sunrise Lover!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Come over the hill of the waters!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">—I am one of a great King’s daughters:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I am fair, I am sweet,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From my head to my feet;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I am young as the day;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yet my heart grows gray</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ere the terrible charm be broken:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ere the dawn-word swiftly be spoken:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">And my boat swing free</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">To the clear blue sea,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the sin of my race be wroken!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Come over! I cry unto thee.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I cover my face and sue thee.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The Marsh Men seize and enslave me!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Come over the waters and save me!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_99">[99]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="O_MY_LOVE_LEONORE">
+    O MY LOVE LEONORE
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">O my Love Leonore! O my lithe Lady!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is it the Grave you are gracing to-night?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is your breast cold now and covered with white?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Are you grown stiff, who were lissome and light?—</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Are they the plain coffin-planks that you see,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Narrow for feet that were flying and free,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Rude for white hands that wove spells over me?—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">O my Love Leonore,—O my lithe Lady?—</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is your cheek cool of the flush that I fanned?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Must you not dance now, nor once wave your hand?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Can you not laugh, through the small stones and sand,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">O my Love Leonore! O my lithe Lady?—</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_100">[100]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">—It is the Grave I am gracing to-night.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I am clay-cold now, and stiff-limbed, and white.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A great Lord, DEATH, hath me in this plight.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">O my Love Leonore, O my lithe Lady,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If he, the great Lord, lays hands on your hand,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He will not help you to dance or to stand;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nor from your eyes brush the small stones and sand.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Therefore farewell. Whom he wooeth is won.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Therefore farewell. I am jealous of none.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Are not both dancing and dying soon done?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">O my Love Leonore,—O my lithe Lady?—</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_101">[101]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_CHANGELING">
+    THE CHANGELING
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">I have two horns upon my head.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">They please me, being garlanded</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">With creepy pine, and berries red</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From some old secret hawthorn-tree.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">I have two horns, and hoofs also:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Brown questing hoofs, that clip and go</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Over the mountain, high and low,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From sky-crack to the droning sea.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">My Mother would have shame of me</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">If she could see—if she could see</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Those horns and hoofs that make too free</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With what she bore and bred so straight.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_102">[102]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">She taught me to be still and good;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To walk demure as maidens should;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Wear dainty slippers, silken snood,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And not come loitering home too late.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">But now I dance, I dance all night,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">By faint star-light or fierce moon-light,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Over the mountain,—till the white</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dumb dawn comes fingering, soothing me.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">With whom I dance, with whom I sing,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Why need my Mother know this thing?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">In my green chamber slumbering</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">She finds me sweet and white, when she</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">Strokes down my curls. She does not know</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Two horns beneath her fingers grow;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Rough horns: and I have hoofs also,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Not feet like pale flow’rs on the floor.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_103">[103]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">Oh, if you met me on the hill,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Moon-maddened, dancing to my fill,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">O Mother, could you love me still,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">This wild-heart thing you never bore?</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_104">[104]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="HOOFS_IN_THE_DARK">
+    HOOFS IN THE DARK
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I wake in the night, and my heart says, “Hark!”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I lie like a corpse in my cool white place.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For hoofs go by in the dark, in the dark.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I turn on my pillow and bury my face.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The night is a tomb that smothers and sounds.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The night is a cavern uncressetted.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The blood in my ears like a mallet pounds.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">My heart goes wild and my eyes see red:</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Red and purple with prickling light,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Terrible broken light like glass.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For your hoofs go by in the breathing night,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I dare not call you nor see you pass.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_105">[105]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Loud on the bridge and up the hill,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Low and dull on the turfy lawn:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You ride with the wind, at the dark wind’s will,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With the alien stars, an hour ere dawn.</div>
+    </div>
+<hr class="tb">
+
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">When I am dead, and the tapers burn,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As stiff and pale in my place I lie,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">What shall I do if I cannot turn</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And bury my face when the hoofs go by?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">What if my body rose in its shroud,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And leaned like a mist the casement through,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Being no longer mortal and proud,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Questing you, calling you, claiming you?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Would you draw rein? Would you see my face</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wan with wonder and love and death</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shine out once from the window-space,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shine, then fade with the frost’s white breath?</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_106">[106]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Would you draw rein? Who knows? The tide</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of my blood runs high, and my heart says “Hark!”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I have long to live, while you ride—you ride—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Out in the dark; out there in the dark.—</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_107">[107]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="WHAT_I_DESIRE_TO_SAY">
+    “WHAT I DESIRE TO SAY”
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">What I desire to say will not be caught in words.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">—I have been on the hills to-day, hearing strange leaves and birds.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I have been on the city street, hearing the pavements groan.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Now I am come again, glad of your face alone.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">Here in the quiet house, where the soft night walks through</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Window and open door, whispering to me and you,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Here, where no stranger sounds than the far bell-chimes come,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Here, being most at peace, yet am I far from home.—</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_108">[108]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">Even as if the stars started and strained in space,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Even as if the winds shook Heaven’s audience-place,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Pressing the sapphire walls, out, till they cracked and rent,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">So in my side my heart strains through our still content.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">—You, that of all the world know the wild ways I go,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">(You, flying farther yet, sweeping more high, more low,)</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Even to you, to-night, I must be dumb as death.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">What I desire to say dies ere I give it breath.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter transnote">
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Transcribers_Notes">
+    Transcriber’s Notes
+  </h2>
+
+
+<ul>
+<li>Variations in hyphenation kept as in the original.</li>
+
+<li><a href="#cor_13">“As I Drank Tea Today” (p. 13), line 5</a> - changed “laugher” to “laughter”</li>
+</ul>
+
+</div>
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