THE ODYSSEY A S one that for a weary space has lain Lulled by the song of Circe and her wine In gardens near the pale of Proserpine, Where that Æxan isle forgets the main, And only the low lutes of love complain, And only shadows of wan lovers pine, As such an one were glad to know the brine Salt on his lips, and the large air again, So gladly, from the songs of modern speech Men turn, and see the stars, and feel the free Shrill wind beyond the close of heavy flowers, And through the music of the languid hours, They hear like ocean on a western beach The surge and thunder of the Odyssey. 66 ‘JULIET AND HER ROMEO" T AKE “this of Juliet and her Romeo,” Dear Heart of mine, for though yon budding sky Yearns o'er Verona, and so long ago That kiss was kissed; yet surely Thou and I, As ruthless men tear tendrilled ivy down: Is not Verona warm within thy gown, And Mantua all the world save where thou art? O happy grace of lovers of old time, LETHE I HAD a dream of Lethe,-of the brink Of leaden waters, whither strong men bore Reaching with radiant brow the sunny shore Oh, who will give me, chained to Memory's strand, The thought of Life's fair structure vainly planned, SUNKEN GOLD dim green depths rot ingot-laden ships, White hand fell Lie nestled in the ocean-flower's bell With Love's old gifts, once kissed by long-drowned lips; So lie the wasted gifts, the long-lost hopes, LOVE, DEATH, AND TIME A H me, dread friends of mine,-Love, Time, and Death: Sweet Love, who came to me on sheeny wing, And gave her to my arms-her lips, her breath, Thou gentle Death, thou trustiest friend of mine— |