Poems
Gurney, Dorothy Frances & McGinley, Phyllis & Ritter, Margaret Tod & Ryan, Kathryn White & Vinal, Harold & Dooling, Maurice
POEMS The Great Singing This is the great singing— Nothing mean or small of it, For the Voice of the Lord is ringing In the splendid rise and fall of it. This is the great singing Which sweeps...
...This is the great singing Which sees all nature's story Through its seasons back to its springing, March in an ordered glory...
...Though you're disguised With eastern sun I would have recognized You anywhere...
...It is well if you are...
...Margaret Tod Ritter...
...I should be like a young girl with my youth made plunder To age—knowing only the old, going their silent, old, wise ways...
...This is the great singing Which, scorning man's law and fashion, Still to the star-way clinging, Throbs with a nobler passion...
...Perhaps you are able To suffer the calm of each far, grave hill and immutable star, And not hunger and thirst for the sea and the brown, unstable Sand and the quick-wheeling gull...
...If I permit my glance from yours to sever What time the eyelids fall I cannot surely know that I shall ever See you again at all...
...Quick, before the dream is dust Or the wanderer turns home...
...The throne Is just as strong as when you built it...
...Dorothy Frances Gurney...
...Forfeit You...
...Still adventurer, I must Seek out Ninevah or Rome...
...551...
...Harold Vinal...
...Nora said, "A gentleman to call...
...Rebelliously shut from life, and its surge and its thunder, Troubled by echoes of dreams through my quiet days...
...Why should I seek adventure in strange places Or countries far away When I know what adventure matches paces With my own every day...
...Twice every day the tides soothe its hunger With a few yards of gain...
...This is the great singing Which shows us the hidden Spirit In the things the world missed winging, And counted of little merit...
...Twice every day they draw it back, Unappeased, groping...
...Come, let us leave the hall Voices disturb Aunt Sarah...
...Can it be Twenty-one years since you were here...
...Phyllis McGinley...
...This is the great singing Which toils with truth and duty, And comes rejoicing and bringing The golden sheaves of beauty...
...She says the throne should be Given to her, it's so little use to me...
...Kathryn White Ryan...
...I cannot speak one word however aimless That I can surely tell (God grant my words to you be ever blameless...
...Hail to the great singing...
...This is the great singing Which sweeps with the winds of heaven, Clear and strong and swinging Down to the hush of even...
...Inland Here in the valley is peace...
...odd moments when The family does not need me...
...This is Vi, My oldest niece...
...Tis not our last farewell...
...she has grown Hostile to visitors...
...I Still sit on it—not often—now and then At twilight or at dawn...
...I cannot raise my hand to fondle simply Your hand or cheek or hair But it may fall beside my body limply And never reach you there...
...Adventure Why should I seek adventure in strange places Or countries far away When I know what adventure matches paces With my own every day...
...I never dreamed...
...We'll have our tea Under the old acacia...
...Maurice Dooling...
...Welcome...
...E1 Dorado Was it written in the stars Or in my poor horoscope, Or the speeding calendars— I should follow after hope...
...It will never get farther...
...Nothing mean or small of it, For the Voice of the Lord is ringing Through the perfect rises and fall of it...
...Ebb Tide The sea comes edging up the beach, Reaching, clutching...
...If I but leave you, dear, and pass that curtain To find a pipe or pen, I know that I can never be quite certain I shall return again...
Vol. 5 • March 1927 • No. 20
