Ne'er did a throng of braver men In war clash hilt to hilt, Than sought the smiles of beauty then Round Aunt Jemima's quilt. This work of art my aunt esteemed No poet's eyes have ever beamed More proudly o'er his Her dear old hands have gone to dust, PHYLLIS [FROM THE SAME.] THE singing of sweet Phyllis As graceful as the dipping Summer swallow, or the skipping Of a lambkin is her tripping O'er the lawn. FROM "A WINTER DAY" [FROM THE SAME.] PENT in his lair until the storms be past, His lay finds answer in the crackling fire, WILLIAM HAMILTON HAYNE [BORN in Charleston, South Carolina, March 11, 1856, the son of Paul Hamilton Hayne (q.v.). He was educated mainly at his home "Copse Hill" near Augusta, Georgia, where he still resides. He began to publish verses in newspapers and magazines in 1879, and has since been a steady contributor. His poems were collected in "Sylvan Lyrics and Other Verses” (1892).] A CYCLONE AT SEA1 A THROAT of thunder, a tameless heart, He is no sheik of the desert sand, But an Arab of the sea! 1 First published in The Independent. By kind permission of the publishers and the author. THE YULE LOG He sprang from the womb of some wild cloud, To soar like a million hawks set free, And swoop on his ocean prey! He has scourged the Sea 'till her mighty breast And has torn brave souls from their bodies frail Possessed by a demon's lust of life He revels o'er wrecks and graves, And hurtles onward in curbless speed, - "SLEEP AND HIS BROTHER DEATH"1 JUST ere the darkness is withdrawn, In seasons of cold or heat, Close to the boundary line of Dawn They clasp their weird and shadowy hands, But never a mortal understands THE YULE LOG2 OUT of the mighty Yule log came With cheerful yet half-pensive thought,- Yet trembling on the verge of speech. 493 1 First published in Collier's Weekly. By kind permission of the publishers and the author. 2 First published in The Cosmopolitan. By kind permission of the publishers and the author. |