Poems
Davies, Mary Carolyn & Peach, Arthur Wallace & Castle, Albert Harlen & Keyting, Margaret Lee & Alling, Kenneth Slade & Vinal, Harold
495 POEMS Benediction gtri Let me grow quiet In this sanctuary! My flesh is hot with the burning of the sun; Let me creep close to this altar Where cool waters run. Let me kneel at...
...Winter Stars Watching Orion and the Pleiades, The Milky Way and bright Aldebaran, He felt less lonely having such as these For company when winter nights began...
...Arthur Wallace Peach...
...Above the fields of snow the Dipper hung...
...Kenneth Slade Alling...
...Here will I cool my hot body, Here will I bathe my heart In the waters of love...
...And the negation of all color rent The day's foundations which fell silently, Or with a thunder that was never heard: Only the foghorn—shuddering of iron— Screamed foully like a vulture-throated bird: And silence and the fog were our environ...
...Pensive and beautiful, Polaris gleamed...
...Oasis High-walled from restless desert winds And pillager, One garden in the waste of years He kept for her...
...Margaret Lee Keyting...
...March About her head she wraps a cloth of grey, Then, like a bustling housewife, brisk and keen, Singing a noisy song with spirits gay, She sweeps the hills and fields and valleys clean...
...Grey acres of long soil, sown thick With bitter days, And thorny hedges hid the spot Of happy ways...
...subdued at last, chained with a spell...
...What was the use to say the sun was there, There to the east, the way the compass pointed, When ghosts of darkness walked upon the air And sinisterly, with their oils, anointed The sea...
...Here was the margin of the world, a house Set back apart from neighbors, and so he Had but the spider and the gnawing mouse, The wind, a howling wolf for company...
...Like a deer Uncaught Is her Shy thought...
...Harold Vinal...
...She takes the tattered covers from the trees So spring may hang her flowered draperies...
...But there was still that fire of red flame, Mars, The heavenly acres, burgeoning with stars...
...Like a deer In a wild wood, Is her Maidenhood...
...Let me be The pool at whose brink Her heart, that lean deer, Comes to drink...
...A lunar goddess and a dim star sung— He leaned upon the window-sill and dreamed...
...Tog Fog, like a new and dreary continent, Builded its formlessness upon the sea...
...Albert Harlen Castle...
...Like a fleet deer Springing, Is her Singing...
...A leaden highway leading on to hell...
...Let me kneel at Benediction Swaying with the music Of twilight, Straying down cool aisles Where verdue swings its incense And evening walks with surpliced step To light the candles of the night...
...Mary Carolyn Davies...
...Wipes off the frosted coat from every stream That each may like a brilliant mirror gleam ; And, when her eyes no other tasks discern, Calls back the truant birds to welcome spring's return...
...I shall rise refreshed With, the pressure of God's Hand on my brow To steady me while I stand, In the heat of another day...
...For there was beauty, peace, and joy Of glinting wings, And crystal waters cool from love's Eternal springs...
Vol. 5 • March 1927 • No. 18
