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So thick; she cannot see her lover hiding;

But she guesses he is near;

And the sliding of the water

Seems the stroking of a dear

Hand upon her。

What is Summer in a fine brocaded gown!

I should like to see it lying in a heap upon the

ground。

All the pink and silver crumpled up upon the ground。



I would be the pink and silver as I ran along the paths;

And he would stumble after;

Bewildered by my laughter。

I should see the sun flashing from his sword hilt

and the buckles on his shoes。

I would choose

To lead him in a maze along the patterned paths;

A bright and laughing maze for my heavy…booted

lover;

Till he caught me in the shade;

And the buttons of his waistcoat bruised my body

as he clasped me;

Aching; melting; unafraid。

With the shadows of the leaves and the sundrops;

And the plopping of the waterdrops;

All about us in the open afternoon…

I am very like to swoon

With the weight of this brocade;

For the sun sifts through the shade。



Underneath the fallen blossom

In my bosom;

Is a letter I have hid。

It was brought to me this morning by a rider from

the Duke。

〃Madam; we regret to inform you that Lord Hart…

well

Died in action Thursday sen'night。〃

As I read it in the white morning sunlight。

The letters squirmed like snakes。

〃Any answer; Madam;〃 said my footman。

〃No;〃 I told him。

〃See that the messenger takes some refreshment。

No; no answer。〃

And I walked into the garden;

Up and down the patterned paths;

In my stiff; correct brocade。

The blue and yellow flowers stood up proudly in

the sun;

Each one。

I stood upright too;

Held rigid to the pattern

By the stiffness of my gown。

Up and down I walked;

Up and down。



In a month be would have been my husband;

In a month; here; underneath this lime;

We would have broke the pattern;

He for me; and I for him;

He as Colonel; I as lady;

On this shady seat。

He had a whim

That sunlight carried blessing。

And I answered; 〃It shall be as you have said。〃





Now he is dead。





In Summer and in Winter I shall walk

Up and down

The patterned garden paths

In my stiff; brocaded gown。

The squills and the daffodils

Will give place to pillared roses; and to asters;

and to snow。





I shall go

Up and down;

In my gown。

Gorgeously arrayed;

Boned and stayed。

And the softness of my body will be guarded from

embrace

By each button; hook and lace。

For the man who should loose me is dead;

Fighting with the Duke in Flanders;

In a pattern called a war。

Christ! What are patterns for?



AMY LOWELL





A BATHER



THICK dappled by circles of sunshine and

fluttering shade。

Your bright; naked body advances; blown over by

leaves;

Half…quenched in their various green; just a point

Of you showing;

A knee or a thigh; sudden glimpsed; then at once

Blotted into

The filmy and flickering forest; to start out again

Triumphant in smooth; supple roundness; edged

Sharp as white ivory;

Cool; perfect; with rose rarely tinting your lips and

Your breasts;

Swelling out from the green in the opulent curves

Of ripe fruit;

And hidden; like fruit; by the swift intermittence

Of leaves。

So; clinging to branches and moss; you advance on the ledges

Of rock which hang over the stream; with the

wood…smells about you;

The pungence of strawberry plants and of gum…

oozing spruces;

While below runs the water impatient; impatient…

to take you;

To splash you; to run down your sides; to sing you

of deepness;

Of pools brown and golden; with brown…and…gold

flags on their borders;

Of blue; lingering skies floating solemnly over your

beauty;

Of undulant waters a…sway in the effort to hold you



To keep you submerged and quiescent while over

you glories

The summer。

Oread; Dryad; or Naiad; or just

Woman; clad only in youth and in gallant perfection;

Standing up in a great burst of sunshine; you

dazzle my eyes

Like a snow…star; a moon; your effulgence burns up

in a halo;

For you are the chalice which holds all the races of

men。

You slip into the pool and the water folds over your

shoulder;

And over the tree…tops the clouds slowly follow

your swimming; To behold the way they act。

And the scent of the woods is sweet on this hot

summer morning。



AMY LOWELL





LEPRECHAUNS AND CLURICAUNS

OVER where the Irish hedges

Are with blossoms white as snow;

Over where the limestone ledges

Through the soft green grasses show…

There the fairies may be seen

In their jackets of red and green;

Leprechauns and cluricauns;

And the other ones; I ween。



And; bedad; it is a wonder

To behold the way they act。

They're the lads that seldom blunder;

Wise and wary; that's the fact。

You may hold them with your eye;

Look away and off they fly;

Leprechauns and cluricauns;

Bedad; but they are sly!



They have heaps of golden treasure

Hid away within the ground;

Where they spend their days in leisure;

And where fairy joys abound;

But to mortals not a guinea

Will they give…no; not a penny。

Leprechauns and cluricauns;

Their gold is seldom found。



Maybe of a morning early

As you pass a lonely rath;

You may see a little curly…

Headed fairy in your path。

He'll be working at a shoe;



But he'll have his eye on you…

Leprechauns and cluricauns;

They know just what to do。



Visions of a life of riches

Surely will before you flash;

(You'll no longer dig the ditches;

You'll be well supplied with cash。)

And you'll seize the little man;

And you'll hold himif you can;

Leprechauns and cluricauns;

'Tis they're the slipp'ry clan!



DENIS A。 MCCARTHY





L'ENVOI



WHEN the time for parting comes; and the

day is on the wane;

And the silent evening darkens over hill and over

plain;

And earth holds no more sorrow; no more grief;

and no more pain;

Shall we weary for the battle and the strife?



When at last the trail is ending; and the stars are

growing near;

And we breathe the breath of conquest; and the

voices that we hear

Are the great companions' voices that have hallowed

year on year;

Shall we know an instant's grieving as we pass?



Shall we pause a fleeting moment ere we grasp

the eager hands;

Take one last long look of wonder at the dimming

of the lands;

Love the earth one glowing moment ere we pass from

its demands;

Cull all beauty in its essence as we gaze?



Or with not one backward longing shall we leap the

last abyss;

Scale the highest crags glad…hearted; fearful only

lest the bliss

Of an earth…remembering instant should delay the

great sun's kiss…

Consuming us within the flame?



DOROTHEA LAWRENCE MANN





TO IMAGINATION

SUGGESTED BY MAXFIELD PARRISH'S 〃AIR CASTLES〃



O BEAUTEOUS boy a…dream; what visions

sought

Of pictures magical thy eyes unfold;

What triumphs of celestial wonders wrought;

What marvels from a breath of beauty rolled!

Skyward and seaward on the clouds are scrolled;

A mystic imagery of castled thought;

A thousand worlds to lose;or win and mould

A radiant iridescence swiftly caught

Of ever…changing glory; fancy…fraught。



Blue wonder of the sea and luminous sky;

A thousand wonders in thy dreamlit face;

Eyes that behold afar the turrets high

Of Ilium; and the transient mortal grace

Of Deirdre's sadness; all the conquering race

Of Athens; eyes that saw Eden's beauty lie

In passionate adorationvisions trace

Across the tender brooding of the sigh

That wrecked a city and made chieftains die。



Forward not backward turns the mystic shine

Of those far…seeing orbs that track the gleam…

The fleecy marvel of the cloud is line

On line the wizard tracery of a dream。

O lad; who buildest not of things that seem;

Beyond what bounds of visioning divine

Came that far smile; from what long…strayed sun…

beam

Caught thou the radiance; from what foster

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