CflPltBIGHT DEPOSfR ■5 ^ tmes Yhimsic LELAND • S • COPELAND SUNFLOWER PRESS Box 654 Santa Barbara, California COPYRIGHTED 1912 by LELAND • S • COPELANU The Schauer Printing Studio Santa Barbara, California Title Line Drawn by Earl Van Boven JUL3r22 .4081156 FIRST BOOKLET FORE Sing of the birth of planets; Dream of eternal skies. Measure the newer story Of life's tremendous rise. Speak of mind and its visions; Tell of an upward grope. Sing, too, the older story Of love and loss and hope. 10 Whimsical Rimes A S PI RATION Over the dark, thin nebular drift, Waiting the warmth and light; Over the w^rithing, blazing sun, And planets, half day, half night ; Comets that race with a trail of fire. Asteroids whirling along — Something is brooding, impelling; Something that cannot be wrong. Up from the unseen germ and cell, Potent with glory unborn ; Up from the fish of the Devon sea, And saurians feeding at morn ; Jungle glooms where the lion lurks, And dark-eyed cavegirl's song — Something is moving, compelling; Something that cannot do wrong. TV h i m s i c a I Rimes Out of our little joy and pain, Hope and love's warm breath ; Out of mazes and mysteries, War, disease, and death ; Care for self and love of friends. Will to be kind, yet strong — Something is striving, excelling; Something that cannot go wrong. 12 Whimsical R i ?n e s ASCEN SION Age by age the sun is rising Toward the apex of its way; Seeking heights where Vega sparkles, Many trillion miles away. So the soul of man is climbing; Wistful ever, mortals wind Farther from the brute and caveman, Dav/n and morning of the mind. Into dust fall kings and idols, Superstition, ancient gear, For the strength of thought is stronger Than the curb of hope or fear. Man is breaking vain traditions, Old injustice, legal wrong; Giving outworn good for better. While he thinks and toils along, Quelling plagues, controlling nature — Losing zest for martial fame — IV h 1 m s I c a I R I m e s 13 Winning on this little planet Glory for the human name. Smiling upward, sweeping onward, Through the night and through the day, Mounts the soul of man still higher Toward the apex of its way. 14 W h i m s i c a I R i in e s BEYON D DEATH Heart, be at ease; she could not die. I know she lives and waits for me! Perhaps bej'ond the summer sky Where never telescope can see. But be it near, or be it far, She loves her own from some kind star. She lives, because the worlds of space Refuse to part from one so fair. They love, as I, her smile of dawn. Her sunny eyes, and evening hair. She waits for me! O soul, not sad, When all the moons and stars are glad. W h i m s i c a I R i m e s /J IMMORTALITY (Oriental Song of 3500 A. D.) Ten thousand years must dawn and die Ere I can bid my soul good-bye. God of the East, unbind the man Whom you can free, or no one can. The stars begin to draw apart, A million times the sun has set. Unnumbered dreams have stirred my heart, Delights have come and joys have fled, And all I loved and served are dead, Yet I, who sinned, am living yet. When life was new, when love was sweet, I craved a curse — "Oh yield to me A bliss that for others may not be meet ; Enlightened One, though your Way be best. Give me the boon of the buoyant West, The blessed gift. Immortality." i6 W h i m s i c a I Rimes I knelt beneath the Burma palms And scanned your face, Eternal Peace, Till your still lips moved in the awful calms — "Ten thousand years will dawn and die Ere you can tell Desire good-bye. I have granted this — and at last release." Oh many an age has lapsed since then, ' And I, in my zest for joy and fame, Have fought and wrought with a maze of men ; Have lolled in gain and moaned in loss Where the leadlight drops from the Southern Cross And oft where the Dipper and Sirius flame. My name has sounded around the earth — A king in the West, a prince in the East — And the tribes I bled still sing my worth. I drew my hosts over snowy land And broke their will on torrid sand, For I was the lord of great and least. A thousand tender eyes of home Have shone with joy or wept in rue. Mine was the love of Greece and Rome, Egyptian smiles, Circassian charms. The Houris' faith, and South Sea arms. A thousand cared whose hearts were true. W h i m s i c a I Rimes 17 But dearest names grew dim and strange Till memories died, while the ages bent My temper and aim through change on change. So much that was I is beyond recall That my soul is barely mine at all, For new mind came as the old mind went. One thing endured and haunted me, A painful thing that would not die — Under the stars, by land and sea, In Aden, Samarkand, and Brest, At Zanzibar, and Bucharest — The old, sad thought that I was I. And now, dear Buddha, dispel my woe As weary and gray to you I creep, For I begged for that I did not know. Unbounded life is not the best. And we need far more eternal rest; When the glad day glooms, it is sweet to sleep. Let not ten thousand years drift by Ere I can bid Desire good-bye. God of the East, grant now release And melt my soul in immortal peace. i8 W h i m s i c a I R SECRETS NEVER TOLD How did you mingle your atoms, Forming the primitive cell, Oxygen, Hydrogen, Carbon, How did you manage so well? Whence came the wonderful essence, Life of the ages to be? Nitrogen, Phosphorus, Sulphur, Whisper your secret to me. Brought from the wreck of a planet, After a keenly cold ride Found life at last resurrection Out of a meteor's side? Or driven by light through the ether, Woke it to thrive on the earth? Chromatin, Protoplasm, Tell me the truth of your birth. Whimsical Rimes IQ Perhaps on the globe life was hiding, Scattered in rock and in air; Braving the heat of the hollows Long ere the ocean was there; Waiting for cycles the moment To gather itself and be born. Water, you mother of being, Sing of the soul at its morn. 20 W h i m s i c a I R THUS SPOKE OLD OCEAN Older am I than life or death And older far than mammal or man. I sang ere lilt of bird began And whispered to earth ere beast drew breath. For I am the sea, the shining sea, Which evermore unfettered will be. I speak — can you hear? — when great waves crash On folded strata or granite wall ; The story of earth I chant to all As my breakers thud and swish and splash. With sigh or roar, I sing it o'er As they crest and foam along the shore. Eons ago (but who knows when?) My spirit lived in a heated cloud That wrapped the world like a heavy shroud— The world that was newly crusted then. My chemical soul and mist of coal Conferred for an age where storm-clouds roll. IV h i 7n s i c a I R i m e s 21 I heard the call of the lonely land, But Land was selfish and cried, "Away!' When his anger cooled and let me stay, I sprang in joy from strand to strand. So out of steam and a gloomy dream I changed to the rippled ocean stream. The earth I loved, and I loved the sky. To these I said, "A better must be Than earth or air or the dimpled sea. Let life be born, but born to die. Our skill to test, present your best, With a wealth of energy impressed." Of all the elements we could find We gathered nine, but chiefly six. For the compound we essayed to m.ix. Centuries passed ere I could bind The pulses rife that make up life — • Ere concord grew from a primal strife. 22 JV h i m s i c a I R Millennia went, yet the wonder-thing Was only a speck, a film, a cell. Yes, half the ages arose and fell Before this essence I could bring From alga and germ, through swimming worm, To the backboned fish with silver derm. Out of the water, cradle of all, Plant and animal climbed at last And over the silent, bare land passed. Vast forests throve with fern-trees tall. For mist of coal into green life stole And found in the carbon beds its goal. Stolid and drear, life struggled long. No flower smiled, no bee was heard, And all the world had never a bird, For love lacked beauty and love lacked song. The dragon-fly beat dreamily by Or drowsily sank on moss to lie. Whimsical Rimes 2j Soon animal tribes by thousands died, And deserts ousted shade and rain, Till we feared our work was work in vain. Yet greater marvels at length were tried. Giants in frame, the dinosaurs came, Whose wee brains lost in the awful game. The hope of hopes was a mammal droll. How small and stupid the creature seemed ! But deep in its beady eyes there gleamed A glint of reason, a spark of soul, Which wavered long, but flamed out strong When man emerged with his right and wrong. O changeful, splendid, terrible Life, Shall I call you good, dear soul, or ill? You like to pity and like to kill And your love of self is love of strife. Yet the radiant plan we trust to man ; Unless he conquers, no other can. 24 Whimsical Rimes LOVE Who loves another cannot fail or die. His soul, atune with music of the spheres, Transcends in worth and need the ended years. He must prevail, though all things else go by! The moon is bound to earth with during tie Of love, by which the universe coheres, And many a comet, sweeping far, yet veers Back to its sun, while stars lack power to fly From stars they draw. Ask not for wealth or fame, The butterflies and humming-birds of fate, Because these slighter things must flutter by. Only Love will wait and be the same Beyond the silence of the final gate. For those who love can neither fail nor die. Whimsical R i m e s 25 WHEN HEARTS REMEMBER HOME Eternity is calling Above the zigzag trail That climbs the furrowed mountain wall, High over brook and dale. My child, if you are weary; My life, if you are sad. Look far, far up to cloudless blue And let your heart be glad. When darkness fills the valley, And slopes and peaks are dim. Infinity comes whispering Above the mountain rim. My child, if you are tired Of earth, of toil or play, Glance up and see the Universe, Aglow with endless day. 26 14' li i m s I c a I R SPEEDING We are dashing along in our snug, wee car, Of granite and iron and gold, At eighteen miles a second Through autumn, summer, and cold. Five hundred eighty million miles Each year we dart around An unmarked track, as in gilt and black Earth wheels without a sound. Our automobile is part of a train That moves at the slower pace Of a dozen miles a second In an interstellar race. A huge and splendid machine is guide ; It lights the burnished band, Saturn and Mars and six other cars, To the sweeps of Lyra-land. JV h i m steal R i ni e y 27 PLANET NEPTUNE TO MOTHER SUN Mother of Worlds, you shine afar With the feeble light of an evening star ; Your smile is faint as I glimpse your face Across the millions oi miles of space. Can you recall that destined day When I left your arms and sped away To spin my life in the lonely wide? — Alone till a child moved by my side. Smaller you grew and dimmer yet As eons dawned and millennia set, Till you lived for midgets. Mars and Earth, Older than I, but younger in birth. Ages of ages have passed since then, And time must die ere we meet again, Yet I send my longing across the night To dust of my dust and light of my light. Whimsical R i m e s CAVEGIRL'S SONG Around the woods old lion creeps With bitter eyes against the dark, And fur-bear thuds about the brook Or tears upon the trees his mark. Yet Babba dear, you never fear, But coo within your bed of bark. For she to whom you cling is near. Ah, something lurks beyond the fires That glint the awful cave of night, And hides within the stillest glooms Till birdsong and the waking light. My Babba dear, I droop with fear And wonder can this loss be right. I feel so much to me unclear. For something took our own, the Strong; So many sleeps he stays away. He brings no more the food he found In shining thickets day by day. O Babba dear, each lonely tear Your tiny fingers strike away, But he is never, never here. W h i m s i c a I R i m e s 2g OUR FUGITIVE Love may return at twilight; It may delay till dawn ; But though it wait its own dear date, We know it has not gone. It fades in street and market, Alarmed by whir and throng. From glare of day it droops away; It fails — but not for long. In hours of dusk and silence The soul regains its best; Enchantments bind both heart and mind As Love wings home to rest. JO W h i m steal Rimes THOSE WHO CONQUERED EARTH The tribes went east, the tribes fared west, And clans moved south and north, Away from groves where the race had birth ; From tropical Asia forth, By dell and fen, the hosts of men Roved on to rule the earth. And those that trod the wide southwest Were trapped by a sultry sun, Where bosky Congo and Niger wind Or foaming torrents run. And minds asleep in langor deep For centuries lolled behind. The folk that roamed a vast northeast. Where the giant Yangtze streams, Discovered wisdom, beauty, gold Of Oriental dreams. Then blessed the past and bound them fast To the cumbrous things of old. Whimsical R i m e s Ji In a far northwest the sturdy clans That ranged from Po to Clyde Revered the ancient Middle Sea. Yet weighed its work and cried, "More we will know and higher go!" So they thought the whole world free. But out where islands lift their peaks Above the coral bays, The southeast rovers paddled round In scented summer days. Oh what is thought? It never has brought The beautiful world they found. J2 W h i 771 s i c a I Rimes COURAGE, COMRADE Im ways that now we cannot know, Beyond our doubt and pain, The happiness we need will come, For dreams are not in vain. Yet though the last dear hope should die, Believe that you will find A new ideal to heal the heart And raise and lead the mind. Then strong ! for much has courage vv on. If help arrives too late, Oh see that ill is half in thought And only half in fate. Whimsical R i m e s 33 HER WONDERFUL WORLD I LOVE you, World : your April skies With clouds that drift in mountain blue; The greening hills and flowered lawns ; Your sunset dreams and Eden dawns; The ocean waves, in foam dispersed — I care for you, dear Earth, far more Than ever I have cared before; I love because she loved you first. I love you. Life: the afterdark With spectral hills in evening mist; Enduring stars that guard above The city's lights of home and love ; And silver roads that moonglow gives — I cleave to you, dear Life, far more Than ever I have clung before; T love you. Life, because she lives. 3^ W h i m s i c a I R DESTINY It gives us love and it grants us woe, But it does not care and it does not know. It rules with kind and with cruel laws: O'erspreads the hills with sunset gauze, Purple or blue to herald night, Though gray or pink in the morning light; It touches the sea with sky-joy blue And plants its sheen in the roses' dew; Lifts the trees from earth's cold crust And blows its pansies from granite dust ; Cools the poppies with ocean mist, But dulls their gold if so it list. It grants us ups and doles us downs; Prepares with smiles, or sends with frowns, Wonderful days and beautiful hours. Or pain and tears, storms and showers. It draws us high to dash us low. For it does not care and it does not know. Whimsical Rimes JJ It gave me life, a glorious chance. Now may it glow with sunshine glance; Bend for me and be wondrous kind To let me live in heart and mind — Live to the full, yes joy and be! If this it will yield but once to me, Then, if it must, it may break my heart And tear the gift and my grip apart ; Humble and wreck and lay me dead Under the snows on the mountain shed. And what I ask I beg for all. Oh let them live, though they climb to fall ! ^6 W h i m s i c a I Rimes MAY DAY The oriole sings at morning, And mocking-birds lilt at night, But within my heart is a music That mellows dark and light. Forget-me-nots gleam in valleys. And poppies in mountain dew. Yet within my mind is a garden That blooms the whole world through. Venus perfects the evening. And Jupiter flames all night, But within my soul is a splendor That glows unfading-bright. Flower and bird and planet To all in the world are true, But the heaven within my heart Swings wide its gates for you. Whimsical Rimes 37 THIS FOR ME Of all the planets that circle the sun, Your world is the fairest that ever spun. Among the countries that cover earth, I count as best your land of birth. Though thousands of cities within it hide, I like that best where you abide. And of all the souls in its varied host, I find you dearest and love you most. (r 3^ IV h i m s i c a I Rimes JOY COMES AT MORNING Gleams a star trail on the ocean, Then a moon path down the bay, While a solitary spirit Thinks of one who went away. Birds o' night are singing softly From the eucalyptus trees, And the drowsy palms, awaking. Fan the orange-scented breeze. While the surf is sighing, dying. By the silent, lonely cliiif, Some one far up in the moonlight Sadly muses, wonders if — If the Love so far away Comes again and comes to stay. Morning stars, so long asparkle, Pale and fail, for day is born. Feathered folk by thousands carol Ecstasies to honor morn, And the flowers, red and purple, Lift a welcome to the sun. Whimsical Rimes jg Then around the harbor headland Gilded masts through morning run. Like a dream the ship encircles Spirit dearer than the dawn, While the ocean-scented breezes Stir her hair and scarf of lawn. For the Love from far away Has returned — returned to stay! LOVE'S VENTURE One light, one shadow; one gain and loss; One dream for the years to be; One faith to bind, one love to bless; One hope unfurled in spring's caress, To sail where time and chance possess The Everlasting Sea. 40 W h i m s i c a I R IDAHO Your miles of grain and seas of sage Above the lava dust dip from sight. They reach from river banks gnarled with age To shattered slope or timbered height ; They thrive by the Snake as it winds and falls, Or cling to life on the northern walls. At night there arches across the land A Milky Way more wide and bright ; The constellations are keen and grand, And planets gleam with richer light. For the stars smile down with a kinder glow Where Heaven leans over Idaho. IV h i m steal Rimes 41 FEW ARE CHOSEN Few can be happy, few prevail ; The many must smile at dreams, As on through shadowed lanes they press To sink in delusion's gleams. For only a few can part the trove Of power or truth or fame, And only the few can life endue With a deathless love or name. O Few who are happy, Few who love, Do you know the debt you owe To souls that failed, to hearts that lost? — O Few, you never will know That the love which wooed you out of dust You won through others' loss; That power or gain is the gift of pain. While thousands bear the cross. 42 Whimsical Rimes SHINING ONES Beloved Stars, above the way I wind through hope and care, Shine on, smile on, howe'er I stray! Though far I go, no matter where, I find your benediction there, O kindly, constant Stars. When friends and loved ones fail or die, When skill and hope have set. Remain, O souls of evening sky! Though strength forsake, though men forget, A few, I know, will pity yet Among the constant Stars. Whimsical Rimes 43 Arcturus, Deneb, mild Altair, Mars and Aldebaran, Who nod and flash in midnight air, I hail and love you every one, With Vega, jolly giant sun, My own among the Stars. No loss, no wrong, of mine can bend From me one gracious ray. Your light will glow until the end, For all things dear may drift away. And you alone of all can stay, O Stars, beloved Stars. 44 W h i VI s i c a I R FORSAKEN Life of the pulsing Universe, Power in star, in rock and tree, Why do you smite the Brothers Men? Be merciful to them — and me. Strength of the tidal wave that stills The cry ten thousand mortals moan. Look! you pause at your ancient work; Pity, pity us, your own. Breath from long-lulled, waking hills Wraps our cities in scorching blight; Storms rend and wreck the nests of love ; Disease strikes dead from nooks in night. Still you wait, asmile in flowers Lining the lane of tears and wrong. Hunger rules, form feeds on form — Life of the Universe, how long? IV h i rn s i c a / R i 7n e s 45 THIS LITTLE LIFE Across unending spaces, and down the whirl of time, The stuff called I has sifted, to reach a pantomime — To gleam as heart and reason a brief, delusive season ; To think, to will, to love, to ponder human lore; To strain, to flare or falter, like myriad millions more. Yet from this swirl of time, and through a vast, void sea. The stuff called I must filter and never more can be The same old focused yearning, with hope and purpose burning; With wisps of recollection and surge of love and hate — This strange agglomeration of biologic fate. And you of dawn and twilight, Eternity's gift to me — A hope and inspiration, music and reverie — To sleep and change are tending, the farewell and the ending. Your mind must lose its luster and from your eyes the light Will flicker into shadow and melt in cosmic night. So down the cold, hushed ages, past or yet to be, I fling my aspiration through all Infinity, To seek ere dusk a meaning, some new diviner gleaning, To satisfy a heart that still too sadly knows That you and I may dwindle to butterflv or rose. 4(> Whimsical Rimes GOOD-BYE I ASK no more, kind Mother of us all, As in the darkened silences that grow Beyond the farther rim of life, I fall, Rejoicing that I lived. Content, I go ; One golden comradeship was more than all, And though the good I longed for could not be, You gave this dear devotion, and to know She cared . . . for me. Whimsical Rimes 47 NIGHT The twilight falls; the dear, clear day at last is done. I offer thanks to Him who sent the kindly sun. Although my heart is shaken and cannot understand Why He would end a day so radiant and rare, I bow as Dark descends and gently wrests from me The hours, so greatly loved, which nevermore can be. END OF FIRST BOOKLET /ECOND BOOKLET COPYRIGHTED 1911 by LELAND • S • COPELANU FOPvE "Good verse rimes," Boss Matthews thought. "Free lines fetter Charm," he taught. "Tabloid work Is much preferred," MacAlarney. "Write a word." I Whimsical R i m e s S3 DREAMS Beyond the dark and ruffled sea, Which breezes crest with foam ; Beyond the rising tidal stream, Where sails and circling seagulls gleam, All dim gray-blue, it shoulders through — The Island of my Dream. Out there at dawn a purple veil Slips down the mountain slope. To tint a nook where poppies teem, And in that paradise I seem To see her wait, caressed by Fate — The Lovegirl of my Dream. Yet all the years sweep sadly by. I cannot cross the sea. But on the cliff that braves the stream I stay perplexed, nor catch a beam Of faith to take and will to make The Future of my Dream. 54 Whimsical Rimes ALONE I OFTEN think how lonely the Lord of Life must be, Who made the pneumococcus and poured the starry sea ; Who built a brontosaurus and locked its bones in earth Ere anthropoid or human had Cenozoic birth. How lonely, how forsaken, the God of Suns must be, With neither wife nor comrade to share Eternity! His home quintillions measure, but every else too small, For suns themselves are motes that dust the Empty All. I sometimes think how sated the King of Kings must be, Whose microscopic vision records Infinity — The toils and wars of trillions, while hunger, love, and hope Unreel the old, old dramas through which the midges grope. Whimsical Rimes SS CONSOLATRIX Take me, dear Death, in your arms. I have tried so hard in vain. But the hopes of my heart life cannot impart — You must smooth away this pain ; You must lock me fast where hope is passed, Released from my own disdain. Fold me, kind Death, in your calm. I am tired of toil and play. And I long to rest, like a child, on your breast In the dusk of a tangled day. Yes, I long to sleep in a slumber deep, Untroubled forever and aye. jd IV h i m s i c a I R i m e s STARS Out through space my spirit leaps, Swifter far than light; Up to the lunar craters, Gilded, banked with night; Over the channeled, ruddy Mars, Up through Saturn's rings; Parting the hair of comets. On my spirit wings ; Out where vast and awful voids Space the Milky Way — Room for earths by hundreds To spin the night and day; Straight through stuff of orbs unborn, Mammoth nebulae; Lost where stars by thousands Light the Ether Sea; Far in timeless, bournless space Till systems cease to roll; fV h i m steal R i m e s 57 Ever vainly seeking Hope and the Supersoul. Millions die who never knevv^ Half I see and ken While I circle madly Through the stars. And then- Back to earth my spirit falls, Tired of cosmic dust; Needing a human being, Human love and trust; Gliding down on fancy's wings Deep among the hills, Where the elms and maples Arch the flowered rills; Back to dark-haired Mirabel All my being flies; Back to a wide-arm welcome And the cosmos of her eyes. S^ Whimsical Rimes REBIRTH It was here that your ashes were laid, my dear; That we scattered your dust in the dew, Where we planted the rose that enchantingly grows To fashion your graces anew. Your glories still gladden the earth, my child; Your smile is a quaint perfume; These velvety tips were the gentlest of lips, And your cheeks engendered this bloom. Again you appear, but are many, my child, And at last one brightens for me. Who loved you so long, with a loyalty strong, And hoped for what never could be. Whimsical Rimes S9 D R E A M - S T U F F "A girl in whom a man is interested is more of a dream than a real person." The girl you see — oh no, not she, But the girl astir in your heart Is the woman you love and exalt above The stir of street and mart. For the really so in lass or beau Is hardly half that seems When a strange control upvvings the soul To days that are webbed in dreams. For buried deep in the mental keep Is the love of a million years — The pulse and mark of dawn and dark With a myriad smiles and tears. And a hundred tales of hills and dales That were or might have been, The dreams of art, have molded part Of the love that lurks within. 6o IV h i m steal R i m e s REST I LIKE the sea, but I long to be Where ruddy wild strawberries grow; Where fragrant forget-me-nots border the rills, And maples and clover blooms nod in the hills, In quiet green hills that I know. For it seems to me 'twould be lulling to be Where the dead found a rest long ago ; Where memories sleep in the stones o'er each bed. And lilies look tenderly down at the dead, In quiet green hills that I know. W h i Jii s i c a I R i m e s 6i SUPERSTAR Alpha of Orion, mammoth of the sky, Dropping gold at evening, sparkling red and high ; Blinking light at billions, Vast as suns by millions ; Far among the stars and rich in latent worth — Greetings from a solar atom, wrinkled little earth ! Airy in your substance, hardly there at all. You are moving madly — heed some secret call. Woven in your glories, Doze uncounted stories. Life and hope and death, with love and loss and tears, Sleep within your vapors, wait the throbbing years. 62 Whimsical R ADVENTURE Our life is strife, a brief and rude adventure, A war of will and clash of hearts, And hope is half our bliss — a dream of joy, WTiich Time so grudgingly imparts. The game is old, for years have gone by millions Since living things first yearned and vied ; Since dots of hunger jostled round the food That floated through the Algonkian tide. Our restless globe has raced its circled journey For eons since the ape-like men Within a Java jungle snapped and clawed For Beauty, fruit, or leafy den. I fV h i m s i c a I R i ni e s 6j Three myriad years ago contending cavemen Struck death from flakes of ragged stone. The lake-hut peoples warred. Assyrian kings On rivals' corpses raised a throne. Xerxes' and Alexander's deadly marches, The Caesars' sword and Omar's flame, A Corsican, a Kaiser — all were part Of earth's kaleidoscopic game. Millions of years! yet men and nations grapple. So sad to lose, yet grand to win! A glint of gain to fight for thrills the world. Which drowsy, dreary else had been. 64 . tV h i ?n s i c a I Rimes DAWN AND HOPE Light, light, the morning light — Many a ray leading the day Into all parts. Hope, hope, recurrent hope — Bringing us cheer, conquering fear, Raising our hearts. PARTING Farewell, for the shadowed hours incline, And day's delights so soon are gone. I leave you, dear; your love resign. Farewell — till a brighter day shall dawn. Whimsical Rimes df SHADOWS Overtones of "Take Me Back to Babyland," F. J. Tannehill, Jr. Take me back where Elsa smiles, And let me linger there; Cheer me with the pensive charm Of shadow eyes and hair; Let her sing again or be Sweet with whimsies fanned — Take me back beside the hearth, Deep in Memoryland. 66 Whimsical Rimes FUTURE After the dreams and yearning, Beyond the storm-cloud, too, What for me will the future be, And what for you? Where will Florene be singing. And who will arrest her smile? Whose joy will last when mine has passed, After a while? Who will charm her forever? Ah, would that I knew how! Man of the earth, esteem her worth As I do now. Whimsical Rimes 67 THESE THINGS MUST BE I CANNOT HELP that SHOWS are white, That skies of June are blue, Nor yet that stars shine all night long — No more can you, no more can you. I The Bengal tiger's teeth are sharp. And ships go down at sea; No footfall cheers the lonely moon — These things must be, these things must be. «8» /« 6S Whimsical Rimes THUS PASSES GLORY My master has rendered a message of fate In words that gloom like a knell, And my way winds out through the mountain gate To droop where the lost souls dwell. For the fairy-formed hours are all at end, And hope so shattered no magic can mend — Too soon I must bid you farewell. Through fair paths we wandered ; no more we shall roam, For Fate is supreme from appeal. I must leave you serene in your mountain-locked home. To wait for the ill and the weal. For my way lengthens on under rain-laden skies And no more will run where your mountains arise — I have lost you forever, Camille. Whimsical Rimes 6g REMORSE In the ember glow I sit alone At the twilight hour of life, And muse of a day ere I stole away To dwell in a world of strife. I think of a hope forever gone, Of joy that died in the din, And dream of the love that once I loved And the glory that might have been. I stand anew on a grassy knoll In the Springland of Romance, And my soul is stirred by a lov^e-fraught word And the power of a tender glance. The distant dell, where soft clouds drift, And the future seem akin. As again we plan for the years to come — For the glory that never has been. 70 Whimsical K i m e s W A N H O P E Through all the long, dim ages That were or ever will be, The bliss that we seek we saw not And never forever shall see. Fair dreams we have dreamed, dear comrades, But our rose-girt hopes have fled ; Oh many an early promise That wakened our wills is dead. The good, we labored to gather, The joy that was almost won, Lie out of our life forever, And our clouded day is done. IV h i m s i c a I R i m e s 7/ We were whims of a myriad chances, The entangled strands of cause, Which' gave us a full, deep yearning And broke us with pitiless laws. But who can forbid us to fancy We yet shall stand in the light That shines for the favored of Nature? Hope on till the fall of night! Let us dream till Dark, the consoler. Comes gently to lull us to rest; To wrap us up snug for eons In a care-free slumber nest. 72 Whimsical R SUNDERED I HAVE missed you, dearest being, In the winding ways of earth. At each turning, dimly yearning, I have found but days of dearth ; Never learning or discerning Where you linger. Soul of Worth. When I brood o'er past and future, Soon to you my thoughts incline. In my dreaming, lost in seeming, I am sure your hopes entwine One still deeming love is streaming From your heart to comfort mine. Though I know that all my journey Fortune's blight will darken through, I am trying, vainly spying. For the face I never knew. And in dying, death defying, All my heart will go to you. Whimsical Rimes 73 HELPMEET Pretty eyes and tresses Capture easy men. Dupes that wed for beauty Seldom smile again. Woman takes the ducats, Woman grips the sous; Finery and comforts Why should she refuse? Giving teas and dinners, Much she helps her spouse. Prizes won at parties Decorate the house. Judges show him mercy ; Still there's gold to pay — Alimony driblets Till the Judgment Day. 74 Whimsical Rimes VANITY Roses lose their pink and white, Clinging vines too soon untwine ; Day's dear light goes out in night, Stars at last refuse to shine. Is there, then, no faithful wight? Yes, a creature sweetly true; Woman bright as dawning light, Constant-during . . . like the dew. THOUGHTS AND WISHES When the sky is blue, I think of you, Of a woman gOAvned in gentle blue. Through the sunset pink, of you I think, Of a girl enrobed in darling pink. When the moon shines fair on night like your hair, I wish you were here — no, I'm glad you are there! Whimsical Rimes 75 MELODY IN U Music of her voice, Magic of her eye, Mystery of her presence Make me sad — and why? Much though I adore. More than she can see. Merry-minded maiden Merely mocks at me. ENVY If I were Miss Florena's mufif, I'd be exceeding bold, For e'en by day, on every way. Two precious hands I'd hold. If I might be Florena's muff. Though other joys depart, Enough for me that I could be So very near her heart. If I were just Florena's muff. She'd like me much — she would ; Each soft caress, would then address To me — ah, if she could ! 76 W h i jn s i c a I Rimes ELFIN LAMENT Sweet lady with the dark brown eyes, With hair where night in slumber lies, With ready smile and witching ways That web the hearts of men and fays ; The shadows' pride, whom sunshine grew; Enchantress, yet a kindness too — Oh why, oh why, do you dart away From hedge and lawn where the fairies play? Sometimes at dusk your footfall light Bestirs the pulse of bearded spright And thrills the heart of this elfin king — My heart leaps like a wounded thing. Then forth I spring with happy cry To welcome one who scurries by. Aye, fast and faster follow you; Distressed and breathless, call, "Halloo! IV h i m s i c a I R i m e s 77 O lassie, come with fairies play And frolic o'er the lawn till day." But heedless (Sweet, you do not know), With flying feet clear home you go ; You slam the door on hoary beard And leave me with the dark you feared. Then up to your window straight I leap And flat my nose on the pane and peep. A hopeless darkness rules awhile ; The light comes on, I see you smile. You smile with a smile not meant for me — Oh would that dark brown eyes could see The sad little heart that loves you so, With changeless love that fairies show. So, faint and grieved, I drop to earth And slow wend back to sport and mirth — To mirth I joy in ne'er again Till, Queen of Fays, you crown my train. 78 If h i m steal R TO LIVE IS TO SIN BY SPITFIRE, KITTEN I LICKED my paws And sharped my claws ; Then purred, "Beware, my tasteful mouse,' Ere I danced away In the failing day Through a spacious printing house. And as I went With greedy bent, I stilled my heart as good men do. " 'Tis not unkind For me to find A mellow mouse or two. " 'Cause not for self Or dainty pelf I soon shall lick my velvet jaws; To help poor man The best I can, I munch on mousy paws." Whimsical Rimes 7p So round the base Of many a case Where printers toiled my bright eyes went. With purpose ripe Past linotype I dashed — and found the scent. Then through the door And over the floor Of the editorial room I flew. In that hall of fame I clawed my game While the scribes roared, " 'Rah for you!" The girl-cub cried When this she spied, "O naughty Spitfire, come not here With angry mind And all unkind — You shall not hurt the dear!" That mouse was scared, So ill he fared. "Let's arbitrate," he gently whined. I took my fill. "I gladly will. But wait till I have dined." 8o Whimsical Rimes \ EUGENICS? WHY NOT? | "If the afflicted member of your direct ancestral line was as far removed as a great-grandparent, and if you have at least three brothers and sisters, all normally resistant, you may assume that the taint has been eradicated." "Wed my daughter? Never, sir! Parent love will shelter her." Father thundered till he shook, Scattering ice along his look. Vanished all the suitor's bliss. "What, ne'er taste yo\xx weedy kiss? Tell me, man, what crime I've done That I cannot be your son." "Ancestors is your offense, All of whom had taint immense!" Fiercely Dolly's dad replied, "For once at least they all have died! "Dare you seek a sweet girl's hand? Worse remains; I understand, Scion tinctured through and through, Some had cholera morbus, too." Grief prolonged the suitor's face. "Nature marked me for disgrace . . . Break my heart ... I shall be missed . . . To death and calm I go unkissed." I JV h i m s i c a I Rimes 8f DIVIDED DUTY "Mother, I have torn my trousers — Ripped them on a naughty nail. Will you patch them while I slumber? Please, please, mend them without fail." "Sonny, mother cannot help you; Wait until to-morrow night. Mrs. Mancurst all this evening Talks on 'Feebleness of Might.' " "Wife, my six suspender buttons, One by one, have slipped away; How shall I sustain my garments ? Surely you will sew to-day." "Husband, I am grieved to tell you You must use a safety pin ; Dear, the canvass keeps me busy — Woman's pet reforms must win. "When I shall have done my duty. Gladly I will sew and sweep; Yes, and while the contest wavers, O'er your troubles I will weep." 82 Whimsical Rimes DRIFTWOOD Column for St. Valentine's Day Here's to the little God of Love, Who plays us tricks we know not of, And sends us with an easy shove To toil through life for just a dove. Little heart, Cupid's dart Set you wildly throbbing. Much the pain, all in vain; Soon you fell a-sobbing. Luckless wight, what a spite! Life was meant for smiling, Cupid's naughty, Venus haughty- Futile all reviling. The youth was based upon his knees; His upbent quaking arms implored, While vibrant voice enhanced his pleas To one through many months adored. Whimsical Rimes 8 J I I "Oh wilt thou be my loving spouse? One word can flood my heart with light." The answer fell from upper house — " 'Tis half past ten ; bid John good night." "Though your father hate me, Though your mother rate me, What care I For angry eye, If my Susan mate me?" "William, you're a queer one; Would I could' say 'dear one.' What were I Were Dad not by, Coinfully to cheer one?" "How I like you," William sighed. "Make it love," the lass replied. "I must then put out an 'i'," "Love is blind, no ill to spy." "Where shall 'k' go? tell me. Miss." "Let me take it in a kiss." 84 W h i m s i c a I R LULLABY (Songs like this will be sung in nurseries of 2000 A. D.) Hush, little nebula, Don't you cry; You'll be a blue star By and by. Color will alter — Gold, red, and black. One after other. Will garnish your back. Kiddies called planets Will spring from your side. Curling and whirling World-stuff will ride Round a vast circle. Performing a year; Heat must go etherward, Cool lands appear. Whimsical Rimes