PS 35?5 A?653 S6 19?0 Copy ? PINDRIFT By James L. McLane, Jr. Class Book. — GopightN i COESKIGHT BEPOSm -fc-yw SPINDRIFT SPINDRIFT BY J. L. McLANE, Jr. Author of "Driftwood" Boston The Four Seas Company 1920 t^Mi - Copyright, 1920, by The Four Seas Company The Four Seas Press Boston, Mass., U. S. A. ^l, 2~ 1920 ©CI.A604562 *w^ *v- TO CHARLES MACVEAGH Jr. vuv Se 6ava)v Xaputecs "EaiueQog ev (p6t[Asvot?. Oh no more dead than the unsleeping stars, The music of your lips shall sing for ever, Beauty exalted, and your love wane never, Though year by year the lustre of the moon Wither, and Spring go from us all too soon; Yet shall Time's fingers twist Love's binding bars Closer about our hearts, for your mute breath Has stirred to song the silences of Death. You were the moon of all our devious ways: Yours was the faith of flowers: yours the pride Of Beauty's final laughter — now the days, Hallowed by your pervading light, sweep by Till Death, grown golden since the hour you died, Calls us to you . . . it will be good to die. It will be good to die since you have died: It will be good to go the way you trod Wide-eyed, undreaming, like some lovely god Flushed with the dawn of an unearthly pride. It will be good to try the ways you tried, And venture unafraid into the dark That lies beyond the furthest planet's spark — // will be good to die since you have died. And yet you have not left us; you are here In the unfolding leaves that tell of Spring, And in the throats of birds whose voices sing Your beauty's resurrection . . . you are near When day is ended — we, remembering, Shall never lose you, lonely year by year. [7] We who have looked on Death and found him fair — We who have read his poem in your face And seen his quiet fingers pause to trace Their dusky legend, and to linger there On lips that have forgotten song and prayer And the swift light of laughter, and the grace Of Love that no long shadow can deface — Of your dear presence we are more aware. To live is to remember, and to die Ultimate recollection — we through you Have touched on things eternal, and the sky That in your new nativity is blue With unprevisioned radiance shall keep The sanctity of your untroubled sleep. Faltering words that cannot tell my love — Faltering songs that cannot sing your praise — The searching loneliness of twilit days My hearfs dumb, stumbling impotence shall prove. Always your light is with me, near or far, Eventual love, a light that stoops to bless One who but feels his kinship with a star — A love transcending love — a loneliness. But you and I and these you love are sure That all is well with you . . . and yet we feel A strange futility has set its seal Upon our hearts, knowing we must endure Silence — God is so silent in His pride — It will be good to die since you have died. February, 1920. [8] CONTENTS Page Spindrift 15 The Beggar's Shadow 16 The Great Bell 27 From Catullus ........ 30 Poetry 31 To Some Modern Poet 32 Mock Not the Poet 33 Learning . 34 True Beauty 35 'Thou Shalt Be Free as Mountain Wind: ..." 36 Nevertheless $7 On Reading Some Elizabethan Love Songs 38 Songs to Lesbia 39 Hyacinthus 57 Demeter's Lament 59 'EXsvy; l\