Poems
Fuller, Ethel Romig & Wurdemann, Audrey & Barton, John P. & Schmidt, Alex R. & Herald, Leon Srabian & Mercier, Marie-Zoë E.
September 4, 1929 THE COMMONWEAL 451 POEMS Gifts for a Girl I go to gather gifts for a girl, I can take them in the basket of my heart. From the market of the brook here She...
...ALEX R. SCHMIDT...
...e.~fve Ro~la I wonder if, when I have left her, Rome, Despite my graceless wish which she must know, To break the mirage o,f her charm and throw My heart to autumn's dying hour at home, She who has lifted high Saint Peter's dome Against the moon-slit dreaming dusk aglow, And mid her tumbled temples led me slow To whiten my pilgrim steps in history's loam...
...But she can use this cosmos for a handkerchief, And the wind patterned with scent will be her fan...
...For she whose faithful heart is in my keeping, Fears wind and wave and every distant shore...
...His aim is sure...
...September 4, 1929 THE COMMONWEAL 451 POEMS Gifts for a Girl I go to gather gifts for a girl, I can take them in the basket of my heart...
...The faery woodcutter cranes, asway On an ancient bole most cunningly, With his nimble hammer, his scarlet hood, With his Druid chant in this empty wood, And his magic minstrelsy...
...He heard the linnet singing on the rose...
...So here I dream while rain-wet winds are sweeping Across the hills that I can climb no more...
...I wonder will she call me back again For I shall drop no coin, by midnight spell, In silvered pool of Trevi--hope were vain To thus return...
...The Faery 14 oodcutter The faery woodcutter's eyes are green, Grey-green and flecked with gold, Slant and slitted and jewel-cold...
...The faery woodcutter's tools are keen...
...She needs no shoes, she needs no hat...
...Gone is that pleasance now from human eye, But pulsing still is the warm minstrelsy...
...The olden songs writ in this golden book, Wherein all poets enviously look...
...AUDREY WURDEMANN...
...LEON SRABIAN HERALD...
...ETHEL ROMIG FULLER...
...His checkered coat shrouds a11 of him...
...Though you will rise within my heart forever, As beautiful and dear as long ago, And call to me, O hills of mine...
...In an Arcadian field, with laurel crowned, He is the shepherd with a golden crook, Who from a scrip his verses passes round...
...Breathed poesy with every flower that blows, Here in his tended, fragrant, hedged-in dose...
...MARIE-ZoO: E. MERCIER...
...Dreaming Dear hills of mine, in vain will be your caUing...
...Can fife and flute, Can lilt and croon The notes that make A willow tune...
...He tuned his pipe "unto the sweet bird's throat" Bemused in thought in the lush summertide, He orchestrated the wild woodland note: He pageanted the English countryside, With pilgrims who to Canterbury ride...
...haucer's Garden Here the leal songster spun his magic dream...
...illow l Aistle Only a boy Can set free The music in A willow tree...
...A wild wide sea must ever lie between, And leave me here to dream of soft rain falling And glinting on your shawl of fragrant green...
...his hands are lean And gnarled with dinging to lichened llmb...
...Can find the cricket And the lark Hidden in A willow's bark...
...Bubbles will feel at home against her cool neck...
...For the ache in my throat is growing heavy...
...From the market of the brook here She must have a pair of earrings...
...Other gifts too are in my basket, So I must hasten to her now...
...Brave spirits who've been dust this many a day, Yet live forever in sweet Chaucer's lay...
...I never Can see again those places that I know...
...Lover of beauty and the king's own squire, Father of the soul-swelling English choir...
...But I who long to dwell In faith, in truth rock-based eternally, Have wed my soul to her infinity...
...Can blow an air Winged as a thistle From a little Willow whistle...
...JOHN P. BARTON...
...O but one thing moreu She must have the fragrance of the pines To walk upon...
...He saw the wings of throstles dip and gleam...
Vol. 10 • September 1929 • No. 18
