Chenonceaux (verse)
Ennis, Hugh
July 17, 1929 THE COMMONWEAL 295 Ghenonceaux A gilded flood past the white walls drifting; Hollyhocks budding like Aaron's rod; Vesperal birds their thin chants lifting Where the...
...Mary is there...
...Threads of gold in a worn woof showing— Some through a lacquer of scarlet strain— Cast on our times by the memories flowing Under the bridges of green Touraine...
...Hugh Ennis...
...and her cap has edges Of crisp "three-threaded thin-purled lace...
...But night flutters down on the haunted garden...
...Idly recalling the grand days there, The crescent moon, a malicious warden, Smirks at himself in the star-strewn Cher...
...Vesperal birds their thin chants lifting Where the cycles have written "Ichabod...
...But Catherine glowers by the window ledges, And why should she love a flower face While four Scottish maids into wide ruffs prattle Praise of Diane in her old parterre: Loser at last in a ladies' battle, The moon of the Huntress bright in her hair...
Vol. 10 • July 1929 • No. 11
