Show THE POETS POET'S VERSE IS NOT SO WORSE I ILove Love and History Roses shed their petals Countless Junes Juries ago And those dead Decembers Brought their snow Weary eyes were covered With their patient lids By the yet V Pyramids V Life and Death like sweethearts Hand Sand In hand VV V Then as now stole over overSea overSea overSea I Sea and land V Lovers kisse dand quarreled Eyes were moist and blue In the meadows V V Moses knew I 1 Cheeks were wet with weeping Brows Brows' were hot with fire Ire Ere the hand of oHmer V Swept th the lyre I And this masque of midnight And the moons moon's white face Looked on Nile Nib and Jordan Thebes and Thrace Must the mint be new neV dear If H the coin Is gold Though youth dies Love Love never Wax Waxes s old V History means this morning Greece Is here and now Let us drain Times Time's breaker breaker- I and Thou Press thy lips to to- tomine mine dear Thus and thus thus and and thus Space and time sha shall l perish Slain by us V All the lands of wonder wonder- Years Year o f f pain ain and bliss W waste Vaste toge together er 54 V In that kiss V VV Jr- Jr r- r V Frede Frederic l L L' Knowles A Bunch of Pussy Willows I lay my thy my mych V ch cheek el ek against yo your jour i- i furry faces faces- V i Ye have seen the sky from some f far r quiet spot spot spot-fl Pot Pot- And dream of spring In pleasant country places The noisy turmoil of the town forgot I dream of old haunts by wod and river Of bare hills hUls shadowed by the flying flyingcloud flyingcloud flyingcloud cloud V Of winds rinds that set the slender pines aquIver aquiver a- a quIver quiver Of rich brown brown field field and fallow newly ploughed V Of sunny silence in the sheltered meadows meadows meadows mea mea- dows V V VAnd And pungent scent of distant burning brush Of lights and misty purple shadows V And the chirp of birds amid the woodland woodland wood wood- land hush V Dear buds buds that whisper whisper of the years year's unfolding unfolding un un- un- un V folding V What messages of of life ye bring Ye that within your hearts are warmly holding The great glad of the weak- weak ning spring Harpers Harper's Weekly |