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In Sleep You, too, have journeyed down those darkened ways That circumscribe death's vast and dim domain ; On shadowy shapes have fixed your startled gaze That beckoned you unto that endless...
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August 19, 1931 THE COMMONWEAL 383 We never telephone people we are coming, because the nicest ones are the quiet ones who don't like to be interviewed, and we find that it serves better just to...
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'Post Nativitatem Domini A secret bears now every tree Dreaming to die for Calvary. In all the wheat-fields, tall and gold, Lurks bread for Masses manifold. Charles J....
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A refutation of the night, Of its eternal sway: Hark! at the first faint gold of light, A bird's sweet...
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No longer need to hide your head. Proud may you say, "Ah, once was He, God, not compared to beast or man. But...
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Quackenbush, Alice T. A.
In Sleep (verse)
(November 1932)
