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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9f57f44 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +* text=auto +*.txt text +*.md text +*.htm text +*.html text +*.png binary +*.jpg binary +*.svg text +*.pdf binary +*.bmp binary +*.zip binary +*.midi binary +*.mp3 binary diff --git a/79045-0.txt b/79045-0.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4c60b61 --- /dev/null +++ b/79045-0.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1283 @@ +*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 79045 *** + + + + + WINGS OF YOUTH + + _By_ + + NANCY BUCKLEY + + [Illustration] + + THE CLOISTER PRESS + SAN FRANCISCO + 1922 + + + + + COPYRIGHT 1922 + BY + NANCY BUCKLEY + SAN FRANCISCO + + + + + “_Youth took wings and flitted among the clouds for the very joy of + being freed from the fetters of earth._” + + + + +FOREWORD + + +In this little book, “_Wings of Youth_,” her second collection of +published verses, Nancy Buckley has sounded the tender and wistful and +also the joyous note of the young heart. The fact that her first book, +“Laughter and Longing,” published in 1921, is now in its third edition, +is sufficient testimony to the quality of her verse and to the cultured +discernment of Californians. + +A mellower tone than we found in her first collection distinguishes +most of the verses in this volume. It shows the growth she has made in +an earnest pursuit of her high purpose, and the wider and deeper range +of powers she has discovered and is bringing forth. + +We need such a strong and wholesome spirit as hers. It will inspire +hope and cheer and sane striving against the devastating forces that +now, more than ever, tend to drag us from our view of a glorious sun +always shining in the sky. + + W. C. Morrow. + +San Francisco, November, 1922. + + + + +_Acknowledgement_ + + +_Acknowledgement is hereby made of the courtesy of American Poetry +Magazine, The Nomad, Munsey’s Magazine, Argosy, All-Story Weekly, +The Signet, The Queen’s Work, Social Progress, The Magnificat, New +England Homestead, Education, The Californian, Newman Hall Review, +Girlhood Days and Extension for permission to use in this volume poems +originally contributed to these magazines._ + + + + +_TO MARY ELIZABETH_ + + + + +CONTENTS + + + _Wings_ 15 + + _The Singer_ 16 + + _Dreamers_ 17 + + _The Little Gypsy_ 18 + + _To My Friend_ 19 + + _The Net_ 20 + + _Love’s Witchery_ 21 + + _My Little Window_ 22 + + _Homesick_ 23 + + _Gifts_ 24 + + _The Interpreter_ 25 + + _The Easter Bell_ 26 + + _The Little Old House_ 27 + + _My Sweetest Song_ 28 + + _Heart O’ Mine_ 29 + + _Silver Ships_ 30 + + _A Gypsy’s Longing_ 31 + + _Candles_ 32 + + _A Song Without Words_ 33 + + _Rendezvous_ 34 + + _For Mary Elizabeth’s Birthday_ 35 + + _Our Lady of the Flowers_ 36 + + _The Best Kind of a Game_ 37 + + _Life’s Snare_ 38 + + _Little Roads_ 39 + + _The Secret Room_ 40 + + _Cynthia in Her Garden_ 41 + + _Gray Eyes_ 42 + + _A Little Girl’s Garden_ 43 + + _The Martyr_ 44-45 + + _Tryst_ 46 + + _Enshrined_ 47 + + _Macushla_ 48 + + _Three Lovely Things_ 49 + + _Immolation_ 50 + + _Dusk in a Garden_ 51 + + _Regret_ 52 + + _The House O’ Dreams_ 53 + + _A Song of Youth_ 54 + + _Idyl in a Garden_ 55 + + _Nostalgia_ 56 + + _The Vampire_ 57 + + _The Enchanted Land_ 58 + + _Paradox_ 59 + + _At Night_ 60 + + _Haven_ 61 + + _By an Open Window in June_ 62 + + _Maid O’ Mine_ 63 + + _My Songs_ 64 + + _Life’s Garden_ 65 + + _The Vendor of Dreams_ 66 + + _The Piper_ 67 + + _Fulfillment_ 68 + + + + +_WINGS_ + + + Love has wings that folded lie + Upon my heart with soft caress, + And nevermore they care to fly + From my heart’s tenderness. + + Love has wings, they’ve flown away + With never a tear-drop nor a sigh; + How could I hope for them to stay, + When they so missed the sky? + + + + +_THE SINGER_ + + + I am but a singer, + Yet I ever dare + Songs to send like arrows + Quivering through the air. + + Straight and swift and certain + Flies each little dart, + Home and harbor finding + Within your dear heart. + + + + +_DREAMERS_ + + + Dreamers are poor as poor can be, + Without a cent put by; + Theirs is the wealth of sun and sea, + And rich-robed earth and sky. + + And all their own the silvery moon, + The rainbow’s treasure chest; + Red roses in the heart of June, + And love and faith and rest. + + + + +_THE LITTLE GYPSY_ + + + Oh! Nina can dance with a gay Spanish dash, + In her bright scarlet dress with broad yellow sash, + And black curls a-flying and eyes dark as sloes, + And music’s soft rhythm in her little toes. + + Oh! Nina can sing as she strums her guitar, + And sweet songs of Seville float in from afar, + The melody falls from her soft southern tongue, + And birdlings are silent till her song is sung. + + Oh! Nina can play on her wee castanets, + The gay tarantella my heart ne’er forgets, + As forth on the highway I laughingly fare, + With sweet Nina and youth and love everywhere. + + + + +_TO MY FRIEND_ + + + You are my friend. Give me no more + Of costly gems and golden store, + For these are not the things I prize-- + For me let lovelight fill your eyes, + And give to me your tenderness, + Your little broken words that bless + And bear away the bitter pain + And make my heart look up again. + Oh, come into my little room + Whene’er descends the hour of gloom, + And let your love a candle be + To bring the light of hope to me! + + + + +_THE NET_ + + + I’m weaving a silken net for you, + A silken net so fair; + Forever I’ll keep you all my own + Safe in its lovely lair. + + I’ll snare your body so small and sweet + From all life’s pain and harm, + And o’er your golden head I’ll throw + The magic of its charm. + + And fast my net shall wrap you round, + I’ve wrought it strong and well; + Your little hands alone may break + Its strong and shining spell. + + + + +_LOVE’S WITCHERY_ + + + Each day’s a golden hour to me, + Since I can walk again with thee. + The sea sings sweetly as of old, + And all the laughing days unfold + Their loveliness. The little streams + Go drifting by like fairy dreams; + And o’er the perfumed face of Night + Fall misty veils of silver light. + Glad promise gleams in morning skies, + And dawns, for me, in your dear eyes; + Each day’s a golden hour to me + Since I can walk again with thee. + + + + +_MY LITTLE WINDOW_ + + + From out my little window near the sky, + I watch the clouds like doves go wandering by. + I hear the song the thrush so sweetly sings, + As golden arrows flash his shining wings. + I see the roses full in scarlet bloom, + Their scented incense fills my tiny room, + And all the world is free from fretful care, + And love and joy and youth are everywhere! + I feel the spell the twilight softly weaves, + And watch the moonlight silver all the leaves, + Then tender dreams of life so sweet a part, + Pass through my little window to my heart. + + + + +_HOMESICK_ + + + These city streets are cold and gray, + And very dim and dark; + You never hear throughout the day + The song of meadow lark. + + And hyacinths you never find, + Blossoming white and blue; + Not in the city streets unkind + Does Springtime come to you. + + These city streets are filled with strife, + Of fight for wealth and fame. + Today I’d give just half my life + To hear you call my name. + + + + +_GIFTS_ + + + I fain would give you golden gifts, + But you have gold more rare, + Since your Good Fairy gave to you + A crown of golden hair. + + A silver trinket then, perhaps, + Would make your heart rejoice, + But what is silver to a maid + With such a silvery voice? + + Or would a gem your fancy please? + You’ve plenty, I surmise, + Your lips are rubies, rosy-hued, + And diamonds bright, your eyes. + + Within this scented garden fair, + A precious gift I’ll seek, + To match the lily of your throat, + The roses in your cheek. + + + + +_THE INTERPRETER_ + + + For him Life lifts her veil and lets him see + The beauty hid beneath the mystery + Of sunset glory flaming in the sky. + And every gentle breeze that passes by + Leaves soft caress upon his dreaming face, + And violets from the depths of mossy place + Raise trusting eyes. And in the nights of June + Resplendent shines for him a friendly moon. + + + + +_THE EASTER BELL_ + + + Over the earth there gladly fell + The song of many a golden bell; + Far and near came the joyous chime + That heralded the Easter time. + So loud, so clear, its music rang + As sweet as if an Angel sang: + “Lo! Death and Darkness both have fled + Since Christ is risen from the dead.” + O! little bell, tell wind and wave + That Love has triumphed o’er the grave. + Fill all the earth with joyous strain; + Ring out, sweet bell, again--again! + + + + +_THE LITTLE OLD HOUSE_ + + + Around the door red roses grow, + And as the soft June breezes blow, + Shy little dreams from petals creep + And mystic tryst with memory keep. + + They let their tiny fingers rest + Upon the old wall’s broken crest, + They lift their little faces high + As if to touch the clear blue sky. + + They try to ease the bitter smart, + That lives within the broken heart + Of the sad house, so brown and old, + That ’neath the flaming sun is cold. + + Shy little dreams--your labor’s vain; + The little house won’t smile again. + + + + +_MY SWEETEST SONG_ + + + My sweetest song was stilled + Alas! by your own hand, + The day you sailed away + To a far distant land. + + My sweetest song was filled + With notes of keenest pain; + My thoughts were of primroses + Along an Irish lane. + + My sweetest song is filled + With joy-notes strong and clear; + My thoughts are all of roses, + For you at last are here! + + + + +_HEART O’ MINE_ + + + Why are you sad, oh! heart o’ mine? + Is the load heavy, or day too long? + Now that the sun has ceased to shine, + Have you forgot your song? + + You must be glad, oh! heart o’ mine, + And bright and gay through pain and wrong, + And when your spirits begin to pine, + Must sing your sweetest song. + + + + +_SILVER SHIPS_ + + + I sit beside a sapphire sea, + And watch my ships come home to me, + And all the world is bright with flame, + Answering my joyous heart’s acclaim. + + Their sails are made of pale white mist, + By beams of morning softly kissed; + Their freight is dreams, a precious store, + Gathered upon some shining shore. + + Come, little ships of silver hue, + Bring me fond hopes and visions new, + Bring me the dreams I lost one day, + When my Beloved went far away. + + + + +_A GYPSY’S LONGING_ + + + I’m hearing the words that you whisper so slow, + The soft words of love that are tender and low, + But oh! my wild heart is a-roaming the dale-- + My wild gypsy heart, that cares not for love’s tale. + + I’m seeing your eyes and the promise they hold + Of the wealth of the world and the glitter of gold, + But oh! my wet eyes that are straining to see + The hills of the gypsies, the hills of the free! + + I’m touching your lips all aflame with desire, + And my heart is a-pulsing so close to the fire-- + But oh! ’tis the hills that I’m wanting, my dear, + The hills where I wandered that spring of the year. + + + + +_CANDLES_ + + + There is a shrine within my heart, + Where two small candles burn, + And when the day’s last beams depart, + To their bright light I turn. + + One candle is your love for me, + And one my love for you; + Your love is strong as the mighty sea, + And mine is deep and true. + + The little candles ever glow, + At dusk or morn the same, + And up their bright flames quickly go, + When each speaks the other’s name. + + + + +_A SONG WITHOUT WORDS_ + + + There is a song within my heart, + A song I long to sing, + But all the labor on my part + No fitting words can bring. + + Yet all the calm and quiet trees, + Sing it throughout the day, + And all its tender harmonies + On breezes float away. + + And from the throat of every bird, + Asway above his nest, + The music of my song is heard, + The song within my breast. + + + + +_RENDEZVOUS_ + + + I’ll surely come some happy day + To our loved rendezvous, + Nor time nor space can keep away + My longing heart from you. + + It may be in the crowded street, + Where Life goes on apace, + But I shall know you when we meet + And smile into your face. + + It may be in the hush of night, + I’ll see your loveliness; + My heart will run like wingèd light, + To meet your sweet caress. + + Nor life nor death can keep away + My longing heart from you; + Sometime--I’ll come--perhaps today + To our loved rendezvous. + + + + +_FOR MARY ELIZABETH’S BIRTHDAY_ + + + If I but knew just how to say + The thoughts that fill my heart today, + I’d write a sonnet fine and grand, + And put it in your little hand. + + If I but knew just how to sing + Of Youth on happy shining wing, + I’d sing a song for you to hear + And trill it to your little ear. + + If I but knew just how to show + My love for you through weal and woe, + I’d take my soul--the better part, + And place it in your little heart. + + + + +_OUR LADY OF THE FLOWERS_ + + + The glory of the Spring is falling o’er + The year. The silver-throated songsters pour + Their bursting hearts in sweetest melody + That thrills the raptured air to ecstacy. + And at our Lady’s shrine, the lily fair + Lifts her pure face, a gentle nun at prayer; + And near her is the rose in glad array + Of splendid scarlet satin, bright and gay. + Wee violets, the blue of summer skies, + Their loving hearts a-tremble in their eyes, + Look up at Mary and with smiles so sweet, + They lay their lives as offerings at her feet. + + + + +_THE BEST KIND OF A GAME_ + + + Let’s play that the whole world is shining, + And filled with gay laughter so bright; + With never a word of repining + From morning to star-covered night. + + Let’s play that the rose’s red beauty, + Is filling the land with perfume, + Let’s find that there’s pleasure in duty, + And nothing but heartache in gloom. + + Let’s play that the blithe birds are flinging + Their happiness all through the air, + Let’s play that our life’s full of singing + With hope and soft love everywhere. + + + + +_LIFE’S SNARE_ + + + Life offered treasure rich to me, + Soft gleaming pearls from the Orient sea, + And worldly fame--and beauty’s dower, + With golden wealth and place and power. + + With eager hands I took the store + Of Life’s fair gifts and begged for more; + Then found too late with bitter dole + They forged gold fetters for my soul. + + + + +_LITTLE ROADS_ + + + Sometimes I walk on a little white road + That leads through the fair heart of June, + And Joy holds my hand as I saunter along, + And eventide comes all too soon. + + Sometimes I walk on a little gray road, + That leads to a dull sullen sea, + And my heart is a bitter and burdensome thing, + For Grief makes the journey with me. + + + + +_THE SECRET ROOM_ + + + I have a room within my heart + Where all my memories are, + Small honored guests, these little dreams + That come from near and far. + + When I am sad I enter in + And meet your loving smile + That made my joy and happiness, + For such a little while. + + And in the little room I light + The lamp of deathless love, + And all my sorrow quickly goes, + Like flight of swiftest dove. + + + + +_CYNTHIA IN HER GARDEN_ + + + She touches with white hands the flowers fair, + And they look up and smile to see her there, + And softly breathe a shy yet warm caress, + Upon the airy brightness of her dress. + + Then tender dreams that in old gardens bide + Come eagerly swift-thronging to her side, + She mothers them--her precious treasure-trove, + Till, creeping in her heart, they kindle love. + + + + +_GRAY EYES_ + + + I do not care for eyes of blue, + Though warm they are, and pure, and true; + Nor eyes of brown, so soft and deep, + Where tender dreams and fancies sleep. + + I care not for black eyes that flash, + And all one’s dear hopes rudely dash; + That laugh and dance and mock and tease, + Invoking mischief as they please. + + But, oh, I yearn for eyes of gray! + So calm and sweet and softly gay, + Such dear gray eyes as, long ago, + For me made heaven here below. + + + + +_A LITTLE GIRL’S GARDEN_ + + + I have a little garden fair, + With soft dreams floating everywhere, + Filled with tall lilies, gold and white, + Shy violets and roses bright. + + I listen to the drowsy rhyme + The river makes in summer-time; + I lie upon the grass so cool + Beside a quiet little pool. + + I dream I am a princess grand, + The greatest lady in the land, + Bright jewels on my fingers shine, + And golden wealth untold is mine. + + I dream I am a fairy small, + Who never wants to grow at all, + Who plays all through the happy hours + With dancing leaves and laughing flowers. + + + + +_THE MARTYR_ + + + The sun hangs high in Heaven, darting down + The glory of a springtime on the town, + The splendid beauty of the opening rose, + The promised wealth of music in some close + Full throated warblers pour unto the sky + A very incense-cloud of harmony. + The games will be anon and eager feet + Hasten from every way and every street + Pours down its tide with never ceasing flow-- + Where stands the Coliseum vast below. + Lo! Lo! today, even today, glad hands + Will loose the fretful tiger from his bands, + And fling unto the lions with a cry, + The few who worship Christ, and hence must die. + A voice is heard: “To us Pancratius yield!” + Then the gates fall, and on the sandy field + Stands forth the very flower of Youth, as fair + As when at night unto the raptured air + Some lily breathes its ardent soul and dies, + At joy of death wrapt in high ecstacies. + “Ah! Emperor, master, Christ is mine and I + Am Christ’s. Your sovereign mandate bids me die + Your gods are Rome’s, Christ mine, and therefor falls + Thy wrath upon me. Lo! ’tis joy. All palls + When matched with it, and seems but tears, + But tears and a legion of broad, phantom fears.” + “The panther”--wakes a voice--“he comes, he springs!” + Then with the mounting shriek that fiercely rings + They watch the panther move across the space, + They watch the smile upon the boyish face-- + Then in a brilliant glare of light they see + Him, and his Christ triumph eternally. + + + + +_TRYST_ + + + When evening fires are burning low, + Into my room I softly go; + In this sweet hour I love the most, + To tender dreams I am the host. + + Close to my chair each loved one stands; + I feel the clasp of friendly hands; + I hear the breathing of their sighs, + And see the smile within their eyes. + + The night without is gray and old, + And all my heart is bitter cold; + ’Tis then, fair dreams, I miss you so, + You and the hour when fires are low. + + The world is full of foolish things; + Its siren voice forever sings. + Dear dreams of love, be with me yet, + Lest I your sweetness all forget. + + + + +_ENSHRINED_ + + + Just now the firelight painted + A picture on my wall; + A picture of my sweetheart, + So dazzling fair, and tall. + + And then the shadows entered, + And bade my dream depart; + I straightway put the picture + Within my eager heart. + + + + +_MACUSHLA_ + + + Your lips are fair beguilin’ + As they sing a happy tune, + Your eyes are always smilin’ + Like the sunny skies in June. + + Your hair all bright and shinin’ + Is made of fairy gold, + It sets my heart a-pinin’ + To own its wealth untold. + + But oh! your love, Macushla, + Your love so fond and true, + ’Twas God above, Macushla, + Made the Irish heart of you! + + + + +_THREE LOVELY THINGS_ + + + I saw three lovely things today, + At morn, a little child at play, + Her hair a net that caught the sun + And held its gold till day was done. + + At noon, I saw a boy aflame + With glowing dreams of love and fame; + His eager heart bridged o’er the years, + And felt their joy--but not their tears. + + I saw a toil-worn man at night, + Come to a little home, alight + With sweet content; upon the stair + Wife and child were waiting there. + + There came three lovely things my way, + At morn, at noon, at close of day, + And each one brought a gift to me + To store within my memory. + + + + +_IMMOLATION_ + + + Not for the martyr’s crown + I pray, dear Lord, + Not for the quick fierce death + By heathen sword. + Not for the battle’s cease, + The victory won, + Not for the long cool rest + At set of sun. + But still the lonely life + From all apart, + But still the gnawing pain + Of bruiséd heart. + But still upon the cross + For love of Thee, + Until at last, at last, + Thy Face I see. + + + + +_DUSK IN A GARDEN_ + + + I feel the breath of summer air, + I hear a whispered message there + And raise my eyes, in awe, to see + The soul of Night unveiled for me. + + + + +_REGRET_ + + + I banished you with jesting + That heeded not your fears, + I turned to love and laughter + And found no place for tears. + + Now that you’re gone, I’m wiser, + I seek you everywhere, + My eyes are wet with weeping + And life’s no longer fair. + + + + +_THE HOUSE O’ DREAMS_ + + + Over the river upon the hill + Is a little brown house, fast-shut and still; + Around it circle sighing trees + That whisper a plaint to the passing breeze, + And over it trailing shadows go + In endless search for flowers a-blow. + + Over the river upon the hill, + When starry night is cool and still, + Then comes a dream of days of old-- + A dream of love too long untold. + My heart runs vainly to the door + Of the little house on the misty shore. + + + + +_A SONG OF YOUTH_ + + + Life calls me out on the sunlit road, + Out where the winds blow free, + There’s never a sorrow in my light load + Nor a care in the heart of me. + + And I’ll drink my fill of red romance-- + Of love and laughter gay-- + And along with me will the lassies dance + To the lilt of a rondelay. + + And when the moon o’er the shining trail + Casts a veil of silver light, + We’ll charter a ship of dreams and sail + Away on the sea of night. + + + + +_IDYL IN A GARDEN_ + + + We walked in a little garden + All drenched with silver dew, + I said: “How blue those violets!” + “Your eyes are yet more blue.” + + I touched a slender lily, + So tall and gold and fair; + “A priceless thing,” I whispered, + “More priceless gold, your hair.” + + I plucked a rose so lovely, + “The sweetest flower,” I said, + “But oh, your lips are sweeter!” + Said he, as he bent his head. + + + + +_NOSTALGIA_ + + + A silver mist above a summer sea, + The daffodils a-blow upon the lea, + The march of stars across the moonlit dome + Bring poignant longing for the hills of home! + + + + +_THE VAMPIRE_ + + + Her hair that gleams as morning light, + Filled with the sunbeams hidden gold, + Her slender arms that warm and white + Can happiness and bliss enfold, + Her eyes, that like dark fires shine, + And like dark fires soon destroy, + Her lips that glow like scarlet wine + And bid men drink of their sweet joy, + All, all, her body’s beauty rare, + Long slipped the leash of firm control-- + Is used as bait to catch and snare + And kill a man’s immortal soul. + + + + +_THE ENCHANTED LAND_ + + + Can’t you hear the fairies? Their singing fills the glen; + Can’t you see them dancing? The gayest little men, + Dressed in green and yellow, with tiny silver shoon + That catch their glint and sparkle from June-time’s golden moon. + + Can’t you hear them whispering, whispering soft and low, + All the wondrous secrets that you so long to know? + But you must ne’er be telling a thing you chance to hear; + The fairies would be sorry they let you come so near. + + Don’t you want to travel, these many leagues away, + To where the fairies revel through the night and day? + The train will soon be leaving, on a track of golden dust, + ’Tis this you’ll need for luggage: a heart of simple trust. + + + + +_PARADOX_ + + + Sometimes I laugh and sing + To hide my fears-- + My heart a haunted thing + Abrim with tears. + + Sometimes I softly weep, + For joy is mine, + And Love keeps vigil sweet-- + My heart his shrine. + + + + +_AT NIGHT_ + + + Sleep’s gentle fingers draw me to her feet + And soon she gives me dreams so bright and sweet, + To hold within my hands and taste their joy, + And find their gold is all without alloy. + + And then she hides me ’neath her purple dress, + Then come her lips, my own to gently bless, + And in my ears soft rings the elfin call + That bids the heavy wings of rest to fall. + + + + +_HAVEN_ + + + Oh! for the peace of a tiny farm, + And a path that climbs a hill; + And your dear voice, potent charm, + Singing the love songs still. + + Oh! for a home, sweetheart o’mine, + By meadow and winding lane, + And sweet wet violets that shine + With glint of April rain. + + Today I glimpse through door of dreams, + This haven of the heart; + E’en fancied joy has power, it seems, + To heal the bitter smart. + + + + +_BY AN OPEN WINDOW IN JUNE_ + + + How sweet is the fragrance that perfumes the air, + The wealth of red roses abloom everywhere; + The skies of bright sapphire are all bending low + Above the sweet earth where the soft breezes blow. + + And there, past the hills, is the smile of the sea, + And the little worn path that led you to me. + The heart in my breast is calling your name + As it called it so softly the first day you came. + + The roses are lonely--they’re drooping today-- + For June isn’t June, because you’re away; + Come back! Ah, Macushla, you answer no word, + Out there in the din my heart isn’t heard! + + + + +_MAID O’ MINE_ + + + Dear little maid with eyes of blue, + You bring such lovely gifts with you: + Your golden dreams undimmed by care-- + Your love--your faith so sweet and rare. + + Dancing along through merry hours, + Heeding not the passing showers, + You sing in voice of gentle tone + The softest winds have made their own. + + You bring me dreams of tender things, + Of butterflies and flashing wings, + Of days that hold the kiss of June, + Of nights lit by a baby moon + + Of little saints with folded hands, + Of gardens where the lily stands, + Of meadows silvered o’er with dew-- + These are the dreams you bring with you. + + + + +_MY SONGS_ + + + I spin my songs from sun to sun, + And fleetly weave my dreams + And yet my work is never done, + But just begun, it seems. + + For every morn, the golden rays + Of sun come through the trees, + And evernew the moonlight strays + Upon the sapphire seas. + + All through the day I see your eyes, + So sweet and soft and clear, + And in the night, in swift surprise, + I hear your voice so dear. + + So ever I spin my little song, + And weave my dream so true, + For every hour that speeds along + Brings new sweet thoughts of you. + + + + +_LIFE’S GARDEN_ + + + I walked in a lovely garden, + All filled with flowers rare, + And I wanted just one blossom, + A red rose growing there. + + But so tall it grew and stately, + So high above my head + That I could never reach it, + My rose so sweet and red. + + Ah! what is a lovely garden + If my heart has no repose? + And what are all splendid flowers, + If I cannot reach my rose? + + + + +_THE VENDOR OF DREAMS_ + + + I’ve dreams to sell--fair dreams and bright-- + Wrapped up in silver lace, + And they will fill your heart with light + And smile into your face. + + I’ve dreams of Spring--of happy Spring-- + When hearts beat brave and high, + I’ve dreams all caught in a golden ring + And hid in a roguish eye. + + Would you like a dream of wee sweet lips, + Or a dream of a night in June? + Perchance a dream of treasure ships + A-sail ’neath a silver moon? + + Come buy, come buy.... I’m on my way, + I care not for your gold, + I sell my dreams for a smile so gay, + Or a heart that ne’er grows old. + + + + +_THE PIPER_ + + + Oh! Life was piping on flute of gold, + And I followed him fast along, + And my heart was pulsing brave and bold, + As it sang a gay gypsy song. + + Oh! Love was calling, for it was Spring, + And I heard his eager cry, + And forth I fared me, adventuring + Under the tender blue sky. + + Oh! we three went dancing along the way, + As Life piped his maddest tune, + And then, at the close of the golden day, + We dreamt ’neath the smiling moon. + + + + +_FULFILLMENT_ + + + The ardent sun with laughter gay + Kissed the modest dawn. + And ere had come the blush of day + A rose was born! + + Joy dwelt within the poet’s heart, + Like a captive bird, + When Sorrow tore the bars apart, + A song was heard! + + Youth gave the cup of Life to me, + I saw its jewels shine, + I drained it, oh, so eagerly, + And Love was mine! + + + + + TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES + + Italic text is denoted by _underscores_. + + Perceived typographical errors have been silently corrected. + + + + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 79045 *** diff --git a/79045-h/79045-h.htm b/79045-h/79045-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..10c9084 --- /dev/null +++ b/79045-h/79045-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,2161 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> +<head> + <meta charset="UTF-8"> + <meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1"> + <meta name="format-detection" content="telephone=no,date=no,address=no,email=no,url=no"> + <title> + Wings of youth | Project Gutenberg + </title> + <link rel="icon" href="images/cover.jpg" type="image/x-cover"> + <style> +body { + margin-left: 10%; 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The +fact that her first book, “Laughter and Longing,” +published in 1921, is now in its third edition, is sufficient +testimony to the quality of her verse and to +the cultured discernment of Californians.</p> + +<p>A mellower tone than we found in her first collection +distinguishes most of the verses in this volume. +It shows the growth she has made in an earnest pursuit +of her high purpose, and the wider and deeper +range of powers she has discovered and is bringing +forth.</p> + +<p>We need such a strong and wholesome spirit as +hers. It will inspire hope and cheer and sane striving +against the devastating forces that now, more than +ever, tend to drag us from our view of a glorious sun +always shining in the sky.</p> + +<p class="right"> + W. C. Morrow. +</p> + +<p>San Francisco, November, 1922.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_6"></a><a id="Page_7"></a>[Pg 7]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="Acknowledgement"> + <i>Acknowledgement</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<p><i>Acknowledgement is hereby made of the courtesy of +American Poetry Magazine, The Nomad, Munsey’s +Magazine, Argosy, All-Story Weekly, The Signet, +The Queen’s Work, Social Progress, The Magnificat, +New England Homestead, Education, The Californian, +Newman Hall Review, Girlhood Days and +Extension for permission to use in this volume poems +originally contributed to these magazines.</i></p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_8"></a><a id="Page_9"></a>[Pg 9]</span></p> +<p class="fs120 center"><i>TO MARY ELIZABETH</i></p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CONTENTS"> + CONTENTS + </h2> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_10"></a><a id="Page_11"></a><a id="Page_12"></a>[Pgs 11-12]</span></p> +</div> + + +<table class="autotable"> +<tbody> + <tr><td><a href="#WINGS"><i>Wings</i></a></td><td class="tdr">15</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#THE_SINGERS"><i>The Singer</i></a></td><td class="tdr">16</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#DREAMERS"><i>Dreamers</i></a></td><td class="tdr">17</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#THE_LITTLE_GYPSY"><i>The Little Gypsy</i></a></td><td class="tdr">18</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#TO_MY_FRIEND"><i>To My Friend</i></a></td><td class="tdr">19</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#THE_NET"><i>The Net</i></a></td><td class="tdr">20</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#LOVES_WITCHERY"><i>Love’s Witchery</i></a></td><td class="tdr">21</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#MY_LITTLE_WINDOW"><i>My Little Window</i></a></td><td class="tdr">22</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#HOMESICK"><i>Homesick</i></a></td><td class="tdr">23</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#GIFTS"><i>Gifts</i></a></td><td class="tdr">24</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#THE_INTERPRETER"><i>The Interpreter</i></a></td><td class="tdr">25</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#THE_EASTER_BELL"><i>The Easter Bell</i></a></td><td class="tdr">26</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#THE_LITTLE_OLD_HOUSE"><i>The Little Old House</i></a></td><td class="tdr">27</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#MY_SWEETEST_SONG"><i>My Sweetest Song</i></a></td><td class="tdr">28</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#HEART_O_MINE"><i>Heart O’ Mine</i></a></td><td class="tdr">29</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#SILVER_SHIPS"><i>Silver Ships</i></a></td><td class="tdr">30</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#A_GYPSYS_LONGING"><i>A Gypsy’s Longing</i></a></td><td class="tdr">31</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#CANDLES"><i>Candles</i></a></td><td class="tdr">32</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#A_SONG_WITHOUT_WORDS"><i>A Song Without Words</i></a></td><td class="tdr">33</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#RENDEZVOUS"><i>Rendezvous</i></a></td><td class="tdr">34</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#FOR_MARY_ELIZABETHS_BIRTHDAY"><i>For Mary Elizabeth’s Birthday</i></a></td><td class="tdr">35</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#OUR_LADY_OF_THE_FLOWERS"><i>Our Lady of the Flowers</i></a></td><td class="tdr">36</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#THE_BEST_KIND_OF_A_GAME"><i>The Best Kind of a Game</i></a></td><td class="tdr">37</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#LIFES_SNARE"><i>Life’s Snare</i></a></td><td class="tdr">38</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#LITTLE_ROADS"><i>Little Roads</i></a></td><td class="tdr">39</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#THE_SECRET_ROOM"><i>The Secret Room</i></a></td><td class="tdr">40</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#CYNTHIA_IN_HER_GARDEN"><i>Cynthia in Her Garden</i></a></td><td class="tdr">41</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#GRAY_EYES"><i>Gray Eyes</i></a></td><td class="tdr">42</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#A_LITTLE_GIRLS_GARDEN"><i>A Little Girl’s Garden</i></a></td><td class="tdr">43</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#THE_MARTYR"><i>The Martyr</i></a></td><td class="tdr">44-45</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#TRYST"><i>Tryst</i></a></td><td class="tdr">46</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#ENSHRINED"><i>Enshrined</i></a></td><td class="tdr">47</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#MACUSHLA"><i>Macushla</i></a></td><td class="tdr">48</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#THREE_LOVELY_THINGS"><i>Three Lovely Things</i></a></td><td class="tdr">49</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#IMMOLATION"><i>Immolation</i></a></td><td class="tdr">50</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#DUSK_IN_A_GARDEN"><i>Dusk in a Garden</i></a></td><td class="tdr">51</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#REGRET"><i>Regret</i></a></td><td class="tdr">52</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#THE_HOUSE_O_DREAMS"><i>The House O’ Dreams</i></a></td><td class="tdr">53</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#A_SONG_OF_YOUTH"><i>A Song of Youth</i></a></td><td class="tdr">54</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#IDYL_IN_A_GARDEN"><i>Idyl in a Garden</i></a></td><td class="tdr">55</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#NOSTALGIA"><i>Nostalgia</i></a></td><td class="tdr">56</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#THE_VAMPIRE"><i>The Vampire</i></a></td><td class="tdr">57</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#THE_ENCHANTED_LAND"><i>The Enchanted Land</i></a></td><td class="tdr">58</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#PARADOX"><i>Paradox</i></a></td><td class="tdr">59</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#AT_NIGHT"><i>At Night</i></a></td><td class="tdr">60</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#HAVEN"><i>Haven</i></a></td><td class="tdr">61</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#BY_AN_OPEN_WINDOW_IN_JUNE"><i>By an Open Window in June</i></a></td><td class="tdr">62</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#MAID_O_MINE"><i>Maid O’ Mine</i></a></td><td class="tdr">63</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#MY_SONGS"><i>My Songs</i></a></td><td class="tdr">64</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#LIFES_GARDEN"><i>Life’s Garden</i></a></td><td class="tdr">65</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#THE_VENDOR_OF_DREAMS"><i>The Vendor of Dreams</i></a></td><td class="tdr">66</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#THE_PIPER"><i>The Piper</i></a></td><td class="tdr">67</td></tr> + <tr><td><a href="#FULFILLMENT"><i>Fulfillment</i></a></td><td class="tdr">68</td></tr> +</tbody> +</table> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_13"></a><a id="Page_14"></a><a id="Page_15"></a>[Pg 15]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="WINGS"> + <i>WINGS</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Love has wings that folded lie</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Upon my heart with soft caress,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And nevermore they care to fly</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From my heart’s tenderness.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Love has wings, they’ve flown away</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With never a tear-drop nor a sigh;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How could I hope for them to stay,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When they so missed the sky?</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SINGERS"> + <i>THE SINGER</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I am but a singer,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Yet I ever dare</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Songs to send like arrows</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Quivering through the air.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Straight and swift and certain</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Flies each little dart,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Home and harbor finding</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Within your dear heart.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="DREAMERS"> + <i>DREAMERS</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Dreamers are poor as poor can be,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Without a cent put by;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Theirs is the wealth of sun and sea,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And rich-robed earth and sky.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And all their own the silvery moon,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The rainbow’s treasure chest;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Red roses in the heart of June,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And love and faith and rest.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_LITTLE_GYPSY"> + <i>THE LITTLE GYPSY</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh! Nina can dance with a gay Spanish dash,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In her bright scarlet dress with broad yellow sash,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And black curls a-flying and eyes dark as sloes,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And music’s soft rhythm in her little toes.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh! Nina can sing as she strums her guitar,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And sweet songs of Seville float in from afar,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The melody falls from her soft southern tongue,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And birdlings are silent till her song is sung.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh! Nina can play on her wee castanets,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The gay tarantella my heart ne’er forgets,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As forth on the highway I laughingly fare,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With sweet Nina and youth and love everywhere.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="TO_MY_FRIEND"> + <i>TO MY FRIEND</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">You are my friend. Give me no more</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of costly gems and golden store,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For these are not the things I prize—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For me let lovelight fill your eyes,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And give to me your tenderness,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Your little broken words that bless</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And bear away the bitter pain</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And make my heart look up again.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh, come into my little room</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whene’er descends the hour of gloom,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And let your love a candle be</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To bring the light of hope to me!</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_NET"> + <i>THE NET</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I’m weaving a silken net for you,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A silken net so fair;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Forever I’ll keep you all my own</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Safe in its lovely lair.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll snare your body so small and sweet</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From all life’s pain and harm,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And o’er your golden head I’ll throw</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The magic of its charm.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And fast my net shall wrap you round,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ve wrought it strong and well;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Your little hands alone may break</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Its strong and shining spell.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="LOVES_WITCHERY"> + <i>LOVE’S WITCHERY</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Each day’s a golden hour to me,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Since I can walk again with thee.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The sea sings sweetly as of old,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And all the laughing days unfold</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Their loveliness. The little streams</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Go drifting by like fairy dreams;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And o’er the perfumed face of Night</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Fall misty veils of silver light.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Glad promise gleams in morning skies,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And dawns, for me, in your dear eyes;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Each day’s a golden hour to me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Since I can walk again with thee.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="MY_LITTLE_WINDOW"> + <i>MY LITTLE WINDOW</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">From out my little window near the sky,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I watch the clouds like doves go wandering by.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I hear the song the thrush so sweetly sings,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As golden arrows flash his shining wings.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I see the roses full in scarlet bloom,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Their scented incense fills my tiny room,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And all the world is free from fretful care,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And love and joy and youth are everywhere!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I feel the spell the twilight softly weaves,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And watch the moonlight silver all the leaves,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then tender dreams of life so sweet a part,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Pass through my little window to my heart.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="HOMESICK"> + <i>HOMESICK</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">These city streets are cold and gray,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And very dim and dark;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You never hear throughout the day</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The song of meadow lark.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And hyacinths you never find,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Blossoming white and blue;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not in the city streets unkind</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Does Springtime come to you.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">These city streets are filled with strife,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Of fight for wealth and fame.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Today I’d give just half my life</div> + <div class="verse indent2">To hear you call my name.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="GIFTS"> + <i>GIFTS</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I fain would give you golden gifts,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But you have gold more rare,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Since your Good Fairy gave to you</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A crown of golden hair.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A silver trinket then, perhaps,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Would make your heart rejoice,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But what is silver to a maid</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With such a silvery voice?</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Or would a gem your fancy please?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You’ve plenty, I surmise,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Your lips are rubies, rosy-hued,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And diamonds bright, your eyes.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Within this scented garden fair,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A precious gift I’ll seek,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To match the lily of your throat,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The roses in your cheek.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_INTERPRETER"> + <i>THE INTERPRETER</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">For him Life lifts her veil and lets him see</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The beauty hid beneath the mystery</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of sunset glory flaming in the sky.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And every gentle breeze that passes by</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Leaves soft caress upon his dreaming face,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And violets from the depths of mossy place</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Raise trusting eyes. And in the nights of June</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Resplendent shines for him a friendly moon.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_EASTER_BELL"> + <i>THE EASTER BELL</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Over the earth there gladly fell</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The song of many a golden bell;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Far and near came the joyous chime</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That heralded the Easter time.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So loud, so clear, its music rang</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As sweet as if an Angel sang:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“Lo! Death and Darkness both have fled</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Since Christ is risen from the dead.”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">O! little bell, tell wind and wave</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That Love has triumphed o’er the grave.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Fill all the earth with joyous strain;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ring out, sweet bell, again—again!</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_LITTLE_OLD_HOUSE"> + <i>THE LITTLE OLD HOUSE</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Around the door red roses grow,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And as the soft June breezes blow,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Shy little dreams from petals creep</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And mystic tryst with memory keep.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">They let their tiny fingers rest</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Upon the old wall’s broken crest,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They lift their little faces high</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As if to touch the clear blue sky.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">They try to ease the bitter smart,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That lives within the broken heart</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of the sad house, so brown and old,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That ’neath the flaming sun is cold.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Shy little dreams—your labor’s vain;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The little house won’t smile again.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="MY_SWEETEST_SONG"> + <i>MY SWEETEST SONG</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">My sweetest song was stilled</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Alas! by your own hand,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The day you sailed away</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To a far distant land.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">My sweetest song was filled</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With notes of keenest pain;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My thoughts were of primroses</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Along an Irish lane.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">My sweetest song is filled</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With joy-notes strong and clear;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My thoughts are all of roses,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For you at last are here!</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="HEART_O_MINE"> + <i>HEART O’ MINE</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Why are you sad, oh! heart o’ mine?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is the load heavy, or day too long?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Now that the sun has ceased to shine,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Have you forgot your song?</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">You must be glad, oh! heart o’ mine,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And bright and gay through pain and wrong,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And when your spirits begin to pine,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Must sing your sweetest song.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="SILVER_SHIPS"> + <i>SILVER SHIPS</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I sit beside a sapphire sea,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And watch my ships come home to me,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And all the world is bright with flame,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Answering my joyous heart’s acclaim.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Their sails are made of pale white mist,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By beams of morning softly kissed;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Their freight is dreams, a precious store,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Gathered upon some shining shore.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Come, little ships of silver hue,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Bring me fond hopes and visions new,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Bring me the dreams I lost one day,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When my Beloved went far away.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_GYPSYS_LONGING"> + <i>A GYPSY’S LONGING</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I’m hearing the words that you whisper so slow,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The soft words of love that are tender and low,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But oh! my wild heart is a-roaming the dale—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My wild gypsy heart, that cares not for love’s tale.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I’m seeing your eyes and the promise they hold</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of the wealth of the world and the glitter of gold,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But oh! my wet eyes that are straining to see</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The hills of the gypsies, the hills of the free!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I’m touching your lips all aflame with desire,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And my heart is a-pulsing so close to the fire—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But oh! ’tis the hills that I’m wanting, my dear,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The hills where I wandered that spring of the year.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CANDLES"> + <i>CANDLES</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">There is a shrine within my heart,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Where two small candles burn,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And when the day’s last beams depart,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">To their bright light I turn.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">One candle is your love for me,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And one my love for you;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Your love is strong as the mighty sea,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And mine is deep and true.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The little candles ever glow,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">At dusk or morn the same,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And up their bright flames quickly go,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">When each speaks the other’s name.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_SONG_WITHOUT_WORDS"> + <i>A SONG WITHOUT WORDS</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">There is a song within my heart,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A song I long to sing,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But all the labor on my part</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No fitting words can bring.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Yet all the calm and quiet trees,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sing it throughout the day,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And all its tender harmonies</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On breezes float away.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And from the throat of every bird,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Asway above his nest,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The music of my song is heard,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The song within my breast.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="RENDEZVOUS"> + <i>RENDEZVOUS</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll surely come some happy day</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To our loved rendezvous,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nor time nor space can keep away</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My longing heart from you.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It may be in the crowded street,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where Life goes on apace,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I shall know you when we meet</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And smile into your face.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It may be in the hush of night,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll see your loveliness;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My heart will run like wingèd light,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To meet your sweet caress.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Nor life nor death can keep away</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My longing heart from you;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sometime—I’ll come—perhaps today</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To our loved rendezvous.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="FOR_MARY_ELIZABETHS_BIRTHDAY"> + <i>FOR MARY ELIZABETH’S BIRTHDAY</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">If I but knew just how to say</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The thoughts that fill my heart today,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’d write a sonnet fine and grand,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And put it in your little hand.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">If I but knew just how to sing</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of Youth on happy shining wing,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’d sing a song for you to hear</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And trill it to your little ear.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">If I but knew just how to show</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My love for you through weal and woe,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’d take my soul—the better part,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And place it in your little heart.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="OUR_LADY_OF_THE_FLOWERS"> + <i>OUR LADY OF THE FLOWERS</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The glory of the Spring is falling o’er</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The year. The silver-throated songsters pour</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Their bursting hearts in sweetest melody</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That thrills the raptured air to ecstacy.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And at our Lady’s shrine, the lily fair</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Lifts her pure face, a gentle nun at prayer;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And near her is the rose in glad array</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of splendid scarlet satin, bright and gay.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Wee violets, the blue of summer skies,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Their loving hearts a-tremble in their eyes,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Look up at Mary and with smiles so sweet,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They lay their lives as offerings at her feet.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_BEST_KIND_OF_A_GAME"> + <i>THE BEST KIND OF A GAME</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Let’s play that the whole world is shining,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And filled with gay laughter so bright;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With never a word of repining</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From morning to star-covered night.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Let’s play that the rose’s red beauty,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is filling the land with perfume,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Let’s find that there’s pleasure in duty,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And nothing but heartache in gloom.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Let’s play that the blithe birds are flinging</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Their happiness all through the air,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Let’s play that our life’s full of singing</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With hope and soft love everywhere.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="LIFES_SNARE"> + <i>LIFE’S SNARE</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Life offered treasure rich to me,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Soft gleaming pearls from the Orient sea,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And worldly fame—and beauty’s dower,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With golden wealth and place and power.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">With eager hands I took the store</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of Life’s fair gifts and begged for more;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then found too late with bitter dole</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They forged gold fetters for my soul.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="LITTLE_ROADS"> + <i>LITTLE ROADS</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Sometimes I walk on a little white road</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That leads through the fair heart of June,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And Joy holds my hand as I saunter along,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And eventide comes all too soon.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Sometimes I walk on a little gray road,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That leads to a dull sullen sea,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And my heart is a bitter and burdensome thing,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For Grief makes the journey with me.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SECRET_ROOM"> + <i>THE SECRET ROOM</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I have a room within my heart</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where all my memories are,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Small honored guests, these little dreams</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That come from near and far.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When I am sad I enter in</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And meet your loving smile</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That made my joy and happiness,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For such a little while.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And in the little room I light</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The lamp of deathless love,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And all my sorrow quickly goes,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like flight of swiftest dove.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CYNTHIA_IN_HER_GARDEN"> + <i>CYNTHIA IN HER GARDEN</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">She touches with white hands the flowers fair,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And they look up and smile to see her there,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And softly breathe a shy yet warm caress,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Upon the airy brightness of her dress.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Then tender dreams that in old gardens bide</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Come eagerly swift-thronging to her side,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She mothers them—her precious treasure-trove,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Till, creeping in her heart, they kindle love.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="GRAY_EYES"> + <i>GRAY EYES</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I do not care for eyes of blue,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Though warm they are, and pure, and true;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nor eyes of brown, so soft and deep,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where tender dreams and fancies sleep.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I care not for black eyes that flash,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And all one’s dear hopes rudely dash;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That laugh and dance and mock and tease,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Invoking mischief as they please.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But, oh, I yearn for eyes of gray!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So calm and sweet and softly gay,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Such dear gray eyes as, long ago,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For me made heaven here below.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_LITTLE_GIRLS_GARDEN"> + <i>A LITTLE GIRL’S GARDEN</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I have a little garden fair,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With soft dreams floating everywhere,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Filled with tall lilies, gold and white,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Shy violets and roses bright.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I listen to the drowsy rhyme</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The river makes in summer-time;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I lie upon the grass so cool</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Beside a quiet little pool.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I dream I am a princess grand,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The greatest lady in the land,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Bright jewels on my fingers shine,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And golden wealth untold is mine.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I dream I am a fairy small,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who never wants to grow at all,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who plays all through the happy hours</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With dancing leaves and laughing flowers.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_MARTYR"> + <i>THE MARTYR</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The sun hangs high in Heaven, darting down</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The glory of a springtime on the town,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The splendid beauty of the opening rose,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The promised wealth of music in some close</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Full throated warblers pour unto the sky</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A very incense-cloud of harmony.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The games will be anon and eager feet</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Hasten from every way and every street</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Pours down its tide with never ceasing flow—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where stands the Coliseum vast below.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Lo! Lo! today, even today, glad hands</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Will loose the fretful tiger from his bands,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And fling unto the lions with a cry,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The few who worship Christ, and hence must die.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A voice is heard: “To us Pancratius yield!”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then the gates fall, and on the sandy field</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Stands forth the very flower of Youth, as fair</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As when at night unto the raptured air</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some lily breathes its ardent soul and dies,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At joy of death wrapt in high ecstacies.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</span> <div class="verse indent0">“Ah! Emperor, master, Christ is mine and I</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Am Christ’s. Your sovereign mandate bids me die</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Your gods are Rome’s, Christ mine, and therefor falls</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thy wrath upon me. Lo! ’tis joy. All palls</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When matched with it, and seems but tears,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But tears and a legion of broad, phantom fears.”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“The panther”—wakes a voice—“he comes, he springs!”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then with the mounting shriek that fiercely rings</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They watch the panther move across the space,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They watch the smile upon the boyish face—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then in a brilliant glare of light they see</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Him, and his Christ triumph eternally.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="TRYST"> + <i>TRYST</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When evening fires are burning low,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Into my room I softly go;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In this sweet hour I love the most,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To tender dreams I am the host.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Close to my chair each loved one stands;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I feel the clasp of friendly hands;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I hear the breathing of their sighs,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And see the smile within their eyes.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The night without is gray and old,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And all my heart is bitter cold;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">’Tis then, fair dreams, I miss you so,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You and the hour when fires are low.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The world is full of foolish things;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Its siren voice forever sings.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Dear dreams of love, be with me yet,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Lest I your sweetness all forget.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="ENSHRINED"> + <i>ENSHRINED</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Just now the firelight painted</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A picture on my wall;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A picture of my sweetheart,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So dazzling fair, and tall.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And then the shadows entered,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And bade my dream depart;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I straightway put the picture</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Within my eager heart.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="MACUSHLA"> + <i>MACUSHLA</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Your lips are fair beguilin’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As they sing a happy tune,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Your eyes are always smilin’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like the sunny skies in June.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Your hair all bright and shinin’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is made of fairy gold,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It sets my heart a-pinin’</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To own its wealth untold.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But oh! your love, Macushla,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Your love so fond and true,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">’Twas God above, Macushla,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Made the Irish heart of you!</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="THREE_LOVELY_THINGS"> + <i>THREE LOVELY THINGS</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I saw three lovely things today,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At morn, a little child at play,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her hair a net that caught the sun</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And held its gold till day was done.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">At noon, I saw a boy aflame</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With glowing dreams of love and fame;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His eager heart bridged o’er the years,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And felt their joy—but not their tears.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I saw a toil-worn man at night,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Come to a little home, alight</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With sweet content; upon the stair</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Wife and child were waiting there.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">There came three lovely things my way,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At morn, at noon, at close of day,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And each one brought a gift to me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To store within my memory.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="IMMOLATION"> + <i>IMMOLATION</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Not for the martyr’s crown</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I pray, dear Lord,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not for the quick fierce death</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By heathen sword.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not for the battle’s cease,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The victory won,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not for the long cool rest</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At set of sun.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But still the lonely life</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From all apart,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But still the gnawing pain</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of bruiséd heart.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But still upon the cross</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For love of Thee,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Until at last, at last,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thy Face I see.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="DUSK_IN_A_GARDEN"> + <i>DUSK IN A GARDEN</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I feel the breath of summer air,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I hear a whispered message there</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And raise my eyes, in awe, to see</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The soul of Night unveiled for me.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="REGRET"> + <i>REGRET</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I banished you with jesting</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That heeded not your fears,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I turned to love and laughter</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And found no place for tears.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Now that you’re gone, I’m wiser,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I seek you everywhere,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My eyes are wet with weeping</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And life’s no longer fair.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_HOUSE_O_DREAMS"> + <i>THE HOUSE O’ DREAMS</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Over the river upon the hill</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is a little brown house, fast-shut and still;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Around it circle sighing trees</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That whisper a plaint to the passing breeze,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And over it trailing shadows go</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In endless search for flowers a-blow.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Over the river upon the hill,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When starry night is cool and still,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then comes a dream of days of old—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A dream of love too long untold.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My heart runs vainly to the door</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of the little house on the misty shore.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_SONG_OF_YOUTH"> + <i>A SONG OF YOUTH</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Life calls me out on the sunlit road,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Out where the winds blow free,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There’s never a sorrow in my light load</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nor a care in the heart of me.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And I’ll drink my fill of red romance—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of love and laughter gay—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And along with me will the lassies dance</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To the lilt of a rondelay.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And when the moon o’er the shining trail</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Casts a veil of silver light,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We’ll charter a ship of dreams and sail</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Away on the sea of night.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="IDYL_IN_A_GARDEN"> + <i>IDYL IN A GARDEN</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">We walked in a little garden</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All drenched with silver dew,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I said: “How blue those violets!”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“Your eyes are yet more blue.”</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I touched a slender lily,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So tall and gold and fair;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“A priceless thing,” I whispered,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“More priceless gold, your hair.”</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I plucked a rose so lovely,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“The sweetest flower,” I said,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“But oh, your lips are sweeter!”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Said he, as he bent his head.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="NOSTALGIA"> + <i>NOSTALGIA</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A silver mist above a summer sea,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The daffodils a-blow upon the lea,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The march of stars across the moonlit dome</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Bring poignant longing for the hills of home!</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_VAMPIRE"> + <i>THE VAMPIRE</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Her hair that gleams as morning light,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Filled with the sunbeams hidden gold,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her slender arms that warm and white</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Can happiness and bliss enfold,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her eyes, that like dark fires shine,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And like dark fires soon destroy,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her lips that glow like scarlet wine</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And bid men drink of their sweet joy,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All, all, her body’s beauty rare,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Long slipped the leash of firm control—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is used as bait to catch and snare</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And kill a man’s immortal soul.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_ENCHANTED_LAND"> + <i>THE ENCHANTED LAND</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Can’t you hear the fairies? Their singing fills the glen;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Can’t you see them dancing? The gayest little men,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Dressed in green and yellow, with tiny silver shoon</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That catch their glint and sparkle from June-time’s golden moon.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Can’t you hear them whispering, whispering soft and low,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All the wondrous secrets that you so long to know?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But you must ne’er be telling a thing you chance to hear;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The fairies would be sorry they let you come so near.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Don’t you want to travel, these many leagues away,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To where the fairies revel through the night and day?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The train will soon be leaving, on a track of golden dust,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">’Tis this you’ll need for luggage: a heart of simple trust.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="PARADOX"> + <i>PARADOX</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Sometimes I laugh and sing</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To hide my fears—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My heart a haunted thing</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Abrim with tears.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Sometimes I softly weep,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For joy is mine,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And Love keeps vigil sweet—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My heart his shrine.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="AT_NIGHT"> + <i>AT NIGHT</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Sleep’s gentle fingers draw me to her feet</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And soon she gives me dreams so bright and sweet,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To hold within my hands and taste their joy,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And find their gold is all without alloy.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And then she hides me ’neath her purple dress,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then come her lips, my own to gently bless,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And in my ears soft rings the elfin call</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That bids the heavy wings of rest to fall.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="HAVEN"> + <i>HAVEN</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh! for the peace of a tiny farm,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And a path that climbs a hill;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And your dear voice, potent charm,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Singing the love songs still.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh! for a home, sweetheart o’mine,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By meadow and winding lane,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And sweet wet violets that shine</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With glint of April rain.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Today I glimpse through door of dreams,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">This haven of the heart;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">E’en fancied joy has power, it seems,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To heal the bitter smart.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak x-ebookmaker-important" id="BY_AN_OPEN_WINDOW_IN_JUNE"> + <i>BY AN OPEN WINDOW IN JUNE</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">How sweet is the fragrance that perfumes the air,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The wealth of red roses abloom everywhere;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The skies of bright sapphire are all bending low</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Above the sweet earth where the soft breezes blow.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And there, past the hills, is the smile of the sea,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the little worn path that led you to me.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The heart in my breast is calling your name</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As it called it so softly the first day you came.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The roses are lonely—they’re drooping today—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For June isn’t June, because you’re away;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Come back! Ah, Macushla, you answer no word,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Out there in the din my heart isn’t heard!</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="MAID_O_MINE"> + <i>MAID O’ MINE</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Dear little maid with eyes of blue,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You bring such lovely gifts with you:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Your golden dreams undimmed by care—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Your love—your faith so sweet and rare.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Dancing along through merry hours,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Heeding not the passing showers,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You sing in voice of gentle tone</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The softest winds have made their own.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">You bring me dreams of tender things,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of butterflies and flashing wings,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of days that hold the kiss of June,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of nights lit by a baby moon</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Of little saints with folded hands,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of gardens where the lily stands,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of meadows silvered o’er with dew—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">These are the dreams you bring with you.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="MY_SONGS"> + <i>MY SONGS</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I spin my songs from sun to sun,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And fleetly weave my dreams</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And yet my work is never done,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But just begun, it seems.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">For every morn, the golden rays</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of sun come through the trees,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And evernew the moonlight strays</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Upon the sapphire seas.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">All through the day I see your eyes,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So sweet and soft and clear,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And in the night, in swift surprise,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I hear your voice so dear.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">So ever I spin my little song,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And weave my dream so true,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For every hour that speeds along</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Brings new sweet thoughts of you.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="LIFES_GARDEN"> + <i>LIFE’S GARDEN</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I walked in a lovely garden,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All filled with flowers rare,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I wanted just one blossom,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A red rose growing there.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But so tall it grew and stately,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So high above my head</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That I could never reach it,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My rose so sweet and red.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Ah! what is a lovely garden</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If my heart has no repose?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And what are all splendid flowers,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If I cannot reach my rose?</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_VENDOR_OF_DREAMS"> + <i>THE VENDOR OF DREAMS</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ve dreams to sell—fair dreams and bright—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Wrapped up in silver lace,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And they will fill your heart with light</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And smile into your face.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ve dreams of Spring—of happy Spring—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When hearts beat brave and high,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ve dreams all caught in a golden ring</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And hid in a roguish eye.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Would you like a dream of wee sweet lips,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or a dream of a night in June?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Perchance a dream of treasure ships</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A-sail ’neath a silver moon?</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Come buy, come buy.... I’m on my way,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I care not for your gold,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I sell my dreams for a smile so gay,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or a heart that ne’er grows old.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_PIPER"> + <i>THE PIPER</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh! Life was piping on flute of gold,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I followed him fast along,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And my heart was pulsing brave and bold,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As it sang a gay gypsy song.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh! Love was calling, for it was Spring,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I heard his eager cry,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And forth I fared me, adventuring</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Under the tender blue sky.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh! we three went dancing along the way,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As Life piped his maddest tune,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And then, at the close of the golden day,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We dreamt ’neath the smiling moon.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="FULFILLMENT"> + <i>FULFILLMENT</i> + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The ardent sun with laughter gay</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Kissed the modest dawn.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And ere had come the blush of day</div> + <div class="verse indent4">A rose was born!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Joy dwelt within the poet’s heart,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like a captive bird,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When Sorrow tore the bars apart,</div> + <div class="verse indent4">A song was heard!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Youth gave the cup of Life to me,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I saw its jewels shine,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I drained it, oh, so eagerly,</div> + <div class="verse indent4">And Love was mine!</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> +<div class="transnote chapter"> +<p class="center"><b>Transcriber’s Notes</b></p> + +<p>Perceived typographical errors have been silently corrected.</p> +</div> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 79045 ***</div> +</body> +</html> diff --git a/79045-h/images/cover.jpg b/79045-h/images/cover.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..118f0e9 --- /dev/null +++ b/79045-h/images/cover.jpg diff --git a/79045-h/images/i1.jpg b/79045-h/images/i1.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..f08c5e7 --- /dev/null +++ b/79045-h/images/i1.jpg diff --git a/79045-h/images/orig-cover.jpg b/79045-h/images/orig-cover.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..f7125f4 --- /dev/null +++ b/79045-h/images/orig-cover.jpg diff --git a/LICENSE.txt b/LICENSE.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6c72794 --- /dev/null +++ b/LICENSE.txt @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +This book, including all associated images, markup, improvements, +metadata, and any other content or labor, has been confirmed to be +in the PUBLIC DOMAIN IN THE UNITED STATES. + +Procedures for determining public domain status are described in +the "Copyright How-To" at https://www.gutenberg.org. + +No investigation has been made concerning possible copyrights in +jurisdictions other than the United States. 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