And the pools where winter rains. In the deep east, dun and blind, Billows murmur at our feet Where the earth and ocean meet, And all things seem only one ON A SUBWAY EXPRESS BY CHESTER FIRKINS I, who have lost the stars, the sod, Have found a fane where thunder fills Loud caverns, tremulous; and these Atone me for my reverend hills And moonlit silences. A figment in the crowded dark, In this dim firmament, the stars Speed! speed! until the quivering rails Flash silver where the head-light gleams, As when on lakes the Moon impales Life throbs about me, yet I stand You that 'neath country skies can pray, My only respite of the Day Is this wild ride-with God. SONG OF THE OPEN COUNTRY BY DOROTHY PARKER When lights are low, and the day has died, Where sky meets earth at the meadow's end, And each frail bud turns a trusting face. A tiny cottage I seem to see, In its quaint old garden set apart; And a Sabbath calm steals over me, While peace dwells deep in my brooding heart. And I thank whatever gods look down DISCOVERY BY HERMANN HAGEDORN Out of the Eden of my love, The little house so lean and spent, Under the rafters lives my love, I wandered down the dusty street, Deep into each pale, passing face I gazed in wonder. What strange gleam Like an explorer, midst those eyes, WALLS BY MARJORIE MEEKER Ask me why I peer Through such a narrow cranny— I say that sky from here Is better than not any. The walls that shut me in No mind can make immortal; My harder will shall win The yet unthought-of portal. Ask why I take root Where nothing green is growing— Follow the mad wind's sowing; But where these live roots turn Can split a rock. SOLITUDE BY WILLIAM ALLINGHAM Solitude is very sad, Too much company twice as bad. THE ESCAPE BY LEE WILSON DODD Out from the whirl of factional unrest, |