To the City in the Snow (verse)
Ruggeri, Agnes O'Gara
Webs I weave a web of song to snare A mood—the memory of a spray Of foam-flower, blossoms of the pear, I hold within a roundelay. A word of love, a robin's note, A seamew's cry—lest I ...
...Mary Sinton Leitch...
...Or some sweet sorrow that has been Too prone to fade, like leaves that fall, I keep inviolate witnin The meshes of a madrigal...
...In sadder years when I misdoubt The beauty I was wont to sing, I'll open wide my web, and out Will flash a word, a song, a wing...
...A word of love, a robin's note, A seamew's cry—lest I forget— I capture from a throbbing throat And prison in a triolet...
Vol. 3 • December 1925 • No. 8
