He's a little dog, with a stubby tail, and a moth-eaten coat of tan, And his legs are short, of the wabbly sort: I doubt if they ever ran; And he howls at night, while in broad daylight he sleeps like a bloomin' log, I call him Bum, and in total sum he's all that his name implies, For he's just a tramp with a highway stamp that culture cannot disguise; or men; Yet he sticks to me with a fiendish glee. It is truly beyond my ken. I talk to him when I'm lonesome-like, and I'm sure that he understands Publisher: Sully & Kleinteich Co., New York. 川 THE SPHINX Within a sultry desert land, Where neither flowers nor shadows are, Have loved the oldest of all things! When we have sighed to fold our hands She still shall stare across the sands And hearken for the crack of doom! From: "The Haunted House and Other Poems." GEORGE SYLVESTER VIERECK. SWINBURNE Eloquent master, thy melodious rage Conjure the love-queens of a perished age, Yea, clothe with life their spectral forms, and wage, Could break the spell and end thy vassalage. The sea, thy true love, taught thy lyric tongue The mighty music of her mutiny: Thy voice as hers the ages shall prolong, And, praising numbers, men shall ask of thee: "Is it the sea that thunders in his song, Or is it his song reverberates in the sea?" From "The Haunted House." GEORGE SYLVESTER VIERECK. SALUTATION Beyond the sea a land of heroes lies, Fell on the sea-girt mistress of the deep O lyric England, thee I call mine own; With lyre and lute and wreath I come to thee; PRAYER I stood upon the threshold. Musical Before me rose a vision of that hall Shakespeare the dome with incense redolent, And Holy Writ the groundwork, bearing all. A resonant column in the House of Song!" From "The Haunted House" GEORGE SYLVESTER VIERECK. 2. SAMUEL, I. 26 God's iron finger wrote the law Thence springs the great flame heaven-lit, Whereby my heart to yours is knit As David's was to Jonathan. From "The Haunted House" GEORGE SYLVESTER VIERECK. Oh, Young New Year-Take not these things from me: The olden faiths; the shining loyalty Of friends, the long and searching years have proved-. The glowing hearthfires and the books I loved; All wonted kindnesses and welcoming All safe, hardtrodden paths to which I cling! Oh blithe New Year, glad with the thrill of Spring Leave me the ways that were my comforting! LAURA SIMMONS. From Life, New York. BE STRONG Be strong in faith and courage: ever true Be strong! |