Poems
Welch, Marie de L. & Healy, Thomas & Duggan, Eileen & Jennings, Leslie Nelson & Terry, Katharine C. & Marconnier, Byrne
The Little Peoples Sometimes through years, sometimes within a year The little hunted nations leave their walls, A tumult lifts them, sends them flying far. Wailing and cursing, till a silence...
...And in your heart your whole life long May hope endure, and youth and mirth— And triumph's feet be swift and strong...
...The wise, the natural, the thoughtless ones...
...And now— Ah, toast me with the red wine of renown...
...Drifts of dark eyes, and soft, pure, sobbing tongues, Eddies of boding hearts are blown along, Dumb in their rage of peace, they dream and brood...
...Our hands can meet In understanding, silent and complete...
...LESLIE NELSON JENNINGS...
...the alleys of the world Have seen them sifting in by twos and threes, Till the dim floors were boughs of nightingales...
...Where are the men whose blood runs smooth, whose bones Are straight and filled with sun instead of fire, The men who have this peace that we desire...
...It is the heart of dew, the core of rain...
...Who would defend the wonders of this world And go with every flag unfurled To fight against dark things...
...But all the earth is yours to have and hold, Your grief lets fall the softness of its rain...
...Together we have watched long days go by, And seen the moon send heartache through the sky...
...You wash our empty wests with stain of gold...
...KATHARINE C. TERRY...
...Our eyes, not theirs, have lost the gift of sight...
...Caught in the air, its country none may know...
...The garlands that we wove, the wine we poured, Are gone with many another lovely rite...
...But I have need of friend and lover, too...
...And the dark walls were cuts of Calvaries...
...fidelitas We are old friends now...
...Wailing and cursing, till a silence falls...
...No temple save our own has been defiled...
...We meet and part and meet once more...
...With many a lesser Frater of the Rose...
...for D. L. Like some old flagon of rare wine The friendship cup is passed between , We quaff a hearty anodyne To life's vicissitudes—serene And steadfast underneath the vine...
...est We with unquiet hearts and with no ease In our blood, must search forever for a friend Whose gentle and unknowing heart may lend Our hearts the shadow of its secret peace...
...The spirit knows no sundering...
...So here's a health, lad, love and song For all your days upon the earth...
...MARIE DE L. WELCH...
...Dust of all lands, made common in the sky...
...Together we have walked paths bittersweet With longing, and I know that I shall greet This constant friend until the day I die...
...Till agony breaks through in stone or song...
...Loneliness and I; We know each other's moods...
...Poor motes, poor dust...
...THOMAS HEALY...
...EILEEN DUGGAN...
...I, too, have lost my crown...
...a^hCirabilia Ever since Plato there have been a few, Self-exiled in the world, who have divined That Triple Name the Eleusinians knew...
...And still the echo of the word On flashing wing comes thundering...
...Once I had thought to lose him, when you came And loved away the longing from my heart...
...BYRNE MARCONNIER...
...For Loneliness has learned to speak your name And, on those days when we are far apart, I talk with him, as friend to friend, of you...
...They serve the Undemonstrable, perplexed Neither by Paracelsus nor by those Who preach confusion from a Gothic text...
...While up and down, the world is heard To answer, hushed and wondering...
...It is the eastern and the western glow...
...Before whose glory even they stood blind...
...And though for me the moon is set Upon a mountain-top before It walks for you on mignonette Along some white Italian shore...
...When I Was Young When I was young, I thought all men were kings...
...And we forget how, trustful as a child, Blake parleyed with the angels of the Lord...
...O little mournful ones, you have no lands...
Vol. 6 • May 1927 • No. 1
