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(^anctuary I kneel. Dumb are my lips, My sorrowing heart is numb. Low-murmured absolutions gently fall From out the curtained confessional. In shadow, here and there, a worshiper Bows down in...
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The Quest Lo, I met Him in the street. There He stayed my tired feet. Lo, He stopped me in the street, Touched my bruised, my tired feet, Bade me linger in the shade. Rest awhile, be...
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J^antasy Rain in the lilacs, now—yet this has seemed Less like a summer than a dream of summer; And this wide, scented dusk, likel something dreamed. Returns about one ghostly later-comer Who...
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663 POEMS The Daffodil Speaks Old Atlas had no greater task than I Who lift the sleeping earth upon my back; I sip a potent liquor from the sky When Taurus bellows on the zodiac. When winter...
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November 10, 1926 THE COMMONWEAL 15 POEMS To Lucy Brunhilda rides across these stony fields; The nymph, Cyrene, splashes in this sea That to the shoreline of Connecticut Draws and...
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WHITMAN AND THE WAYSIDE By GEORGE N. SHUSTER AMONG our present fondest hopes is that the public will be spared a round half dozen of the models suggested for a memorial to Walt Whitman. Although...
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November 4, I925 THE COMMONWEAL 64I early examination of children suspected of mental ab- normality is advisable. A greater development and closer unification of the work of social agencies is...
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507 SONNETS Shells When we return from the long-quiet places, Shall we find these, old tortuous shells again? Shall we look forth from smooth, earth-softened faces Into a selflessness beyond...
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September 2, 1925 THE COMMONWEAL 397 POEMS My eyes!—God, they burn! Has the dark descended? Has the sun ceased to turn? Has the universe ended? I saw a planet, Flaming and falling. 'Twas...
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430 THE COMMONWEAL February 25, 1925 It was doubly interesting and illuminating to...
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Thayer, Mary Dixon
Poems
(November 1927)
