Decidua (verse)
Stuart, Henry Longan
November 17, 1926 THE COMMONWEAL 41 T)ecidua Withered gold that the seasons squander: Outcasts wan that the sun lets die! Evening strips you and herds together, Morn shall scatter, and who...
...Leaves, you fall from a tree grown sapless: Songs, you cease in a heart drained dry Leaves and songs with the wind behind you, Who shall follow you...
...Ruined pomp of the summer's passion, Tender hopes of a spring found vain: When your branches wnthe to remember How it was not always November, Is the pang that their memories fashion Drenched with pity or torn by pain...
...Evening strips you and herds together, Morn shall scatter, and who says whither Storms may harry you, winds bid wander Down the furrow and past the sky...
...Henry Longan Stuartv...
...Showers shatter that once were kind to you, Harsh skies threaten that spoke you fair: Boughs a-tremble and fain to keep you Droop their heads for the gust to reap you, And the shadowless earth is blind to you In the vigil of your despair...
...Who shall find you...
...Short-lived sojourners, pilgrims hapless, Outcasts wan that the sun lets die...
Vol. 5 • November 1926 • No. 2
