^^ 5' A. • '1 ^ .^^ v-^ > ,0^^ ^"-^^^ v^^ . * ^^ ' -^^^^ ,^.^.^^>^\^^^ ^ A. 4o^ ^ '^^ Silver Wings and Other Gems of Thought and Verse h E. A-B. (Mrs. Archer-Burton) 1 <*'-^iZ^'i^ J i \ Silver Wings and Other Gems of Thought and Verse by E. A-B. (Mrs. Archer-Burton) Printed by The Roycrofters East Aurora N. Y. 1 ©CIA 5 5 7 4 (I FEB 1 4 Ml o Foreword HIS little book of verses, is dedicated, to one who inspired many of them, and who, all unconsciously, furnished the incentive, without which they never would have been written CONTENTS Page A Bit of the Brogue 19 A Catastrophe 33 A Cure 42 A. D. 1919 12 A Friend 58 A Meeting 29 A Message 37 A New Year's Greeting .... 37 A Pagan Wish 26 A Plea 52 A Problem 12 A Question 40 A Recipe 27 A Soliloquy 17 A Summer Idyll 39 A Summer's Night on the English Coast 48 A Toast 21 A Toast 40 A Voice! 43 A Wail 34 Affinity 43 Again 30 AiDiMi! 41 Aloes 17 Alone 19 America! England! 55 Amicus Vitae Solatium .... 25 An Angelus 53 And Should You Know . . . . 17 Armenia 55 Ashes of Roses 21 Aspiration 35 At Last 53 Awake, America! 52 Barred Gates 32 Bien-Aime! 43 Cave! 12 Come Over And Help Us • • • 53 Compensation 29 " Could Ye Not Watch With Me? " 53 Cowards All! 34 Cupid's Jest 30 Cynthia 44 Darkness and Dawn 41 England 49 Eternal Peace 43 Eternal Peace 50 Page Evanescent 40 Even There 55 Ever True 41 Exit Amor 41 Fanchette and The Gargoyle . 37 Farewell Summer 36 Farewell to Love 29 Fleeting 13 Follow the Flag 49 Foreboding 15 Forgotten 31 Freedom 49 Friendship 53 Gates Ajar 47 " God Giveth His Beloved Sleep! " 54 Goija 22 Good Friday 1918 51 Gott Mit Uns 34 Gray Days 38 Guiding Star 21 Heart's Desire 57 He Comes 37 He Knoweth Best 47 Hooverizing 47 How Many More? 19 If Wishes Were Horses Incantation ... 45 . . . 20 Kaiserliche, Almaechtigkeit ... 32 Kettle Drums 45 Kiss Me Summer 24 " La Donna e Mobile " .... 38 Lass mich Hinein! 32 Laughing Love 4I Let There Be Light 43 Lotus Buds 21 Love and Youth 27 Love at Dawn 29 Love is King 15 Love Laughs 37 Lover of Mine 57 Love's Eyes 36 Love's Greatest Gift 43 Love Spurned 24 Messengers 12 Mine 28 Modest Wishes 57 Morituri Te Salutant! .... 44 Page Mother Love 39 Mr. Hoover Again 33 Musica 32 My Garden 56 My Lady 28 My Lassie . . ._ 28 My Lord's Palanquin .... 58 My Own Land 46 My Son 14 No Limit 42 On the Road to Camden ... 28 Our Boys 54 Out of the Mire 27 Pan Pipes 24 Parted 39 Perquisites 13 Phantasies 27 Pin-Pricks 46 Please 25 Purposeless 43 Quantum Sufficit! 23 Quidam? 18 Reassured 22 Reincarnated 41 Retrospect 31 Ripples 42 Rose on the Wall 16 Roses on the Wall ! 24 R. S. V. P 32 Sand of the Desert 51 Silver Wings 11 Sea-Birds 13 Smouldering Fires 46 Somewhere In ****** 35 Song 27 Spring Comes 22 Spring Comes . . -33 Springtime from My Window 26 Star Flies 45 Sunset on the River 29 Sweetheart 13 Tanjore 20 Temples 5° Temperamental 16 The Answer 40 The Answered Prayer .... 46 The Daughter's Lament .... 34 The Dawning 23 The Dream Child 14 Page The Fairy Prince 26 The Gift 19 The Gracious Hand 40 The Guardian Sea 42 The Heart's Answer 59 The Line 51 The Local Paper 33 The Long Wall 22 The Mirror 56 The New Day 25 The New Moon 41 The Full Moon 41 The Night Wind 58 The Nook 42 The Optimist 18 The " Oriflamme " of France 31 The Peacocks 36 The South of Other Days ... 44 The Sun Has No Glory .... 26 The Summer Moon 46 The Street 23 The Time is Coming 28 The University Gate 17 The Vision 52 The Vote! 36 The Watchman 5° Three Words 30 To a Photograph 12 To Bubastis 18 Together 15 To Love 30 To M. C. C 47 To My Grandson 12 To My Muse 39 Too Dear 16 Too Late! 38 To Pan . . 25 To the Little Ones Coming from School 19 To the World 42 Unafraid 54 Valentine's Day 1919 . . . 29 Victory! 55 Voters 15 When? 29 Who is Pan? 24 Winter in Minnesota 44 Winter Twilight 18 Worship 48 Silver Wings "^m ^^^^^ W/ ^^ ^ i||4^ ^]^^^^^ % ^^^^ ^^^ 6^^^ -^^yjV%3 ^;^i^ ^^< ::^^u^^ :=r^^^^^ Silver Wings To a Lieutenant in The Lafayette Escadrille High, high, up in the sky, Over the mountain's crest. Low, low, swoop on the foe. Beating the hawk, at its best! Silver wings. Wonderful things! Borne on a brave boy's breast. Dart, and dash! quiver and flash! Swifter than eagles' flight. Sending the enemy down with a crash! Now hiding deep in the night. Silver wings. Wonderful things! Guide my brave boy aright! Silver wings, wonderful things! Soon may the glad day come. No more to rove, from the land of his love. When you bring my brave boy home. Silver wings. Wonderful things! To his mother's arms, and Home! 12 Silver IV i n g s TO A PHOTOGRAPH To think that once, I knew vou, knew you well! Called you by name, danced with you, and could tell The color of your eyes — and knew By heart, each feature of your dear, tanned face, Your splendid figure's strength, and manly grace! That heart to heart, and lip to lip, we stood. Once in the shadow of a scented wood — My heart was yours, your boy heart, mine I thought. Dear days of early youth; experience taught — Full many a lesson, hard and new — Ere Life's course ran so straight and true. To its real goal. My friend I give to you — A friendship, true and deep and warm — Filled full of memories, that can not harm Us now! CAVE! I PRAV you Antony, my Antony, beware^— Of black-browed Lucrece, and Aspasia, fair! With gilded locks! Entangled in her hair, I dream, your fingers toy in soft caress — Beloved — you are mine; you may not dare. To seek love's solace, in another's eyes. For Cleopatra, none may lightly care, Then turn aside to snatch a lesser prize! The murmuring Nile, in full flood of the Bears not as strong a torrent, on his breast. As Cleopatra's heart of love shall bear, To Antony — but let him jest — with love — Forgetting what the hours have seen. Then death to Antony, had kinder been. Had held less bitterness, than she who was his Queen! MESSENGERS The birds are here! Oh! dainty messengers of spring, I live to see, the golden chalice Of the year unfold — Again I see you bring — The promise, of glad days. And hear you, joyous pour — To earth, and sky, and air — Your roundelays — Of love, and life, and joy. And my glad heart. Echoes your praise! MY GRANDSON Son, of my son! Upon my breast. How soft and warm, he lies — Close, close, my heart, his baby form — And looking in his eyes. Again I see the little son, God gave one day, to me — So short a time ago, it seems — That could it really, be — My grandson, I was holding — Just now, upon my knee! A PROBLEM Two pairs of eyes, look up, and down, Blue eyes and brown — Each drawn, as tho' a magnet drew Brown eyes to blue! Seeking unconsciously to find How deep, how true The thought, the heart, the soul, behind Both brown and blue. A. D. 1919 A TORN and reeking world. Banners of hate unfurled. Murder and lust and fear! Is the end near? Rapine, blood, and unrest. Life, and death, unblest. Filled with pitfall and snare! And God is — where? Silver Wings 13 SEA-BIRDS To L. T. Sea-bird, sea-bird, flying south; Tell me, have you seen my love. Far beyond the river's mouth — Flying northward? You are leaving ice and snow. Far behind you. Summer's joys again for you — If no foes find you! He I love, on swifter wings. Soars and dips, and dipping lower — Outward, on the tide, he swings — Skims the Ocean, shore to shore! Sea-bird, sea-bird, were I you. In upper air, My wings should cut, the bonny blue. True flyer he who meets you there — And flings a challenge; Sea-bird, he — Can also beat you on the sea! Where the Ocean flings, its spray — Seek out those " Golden Wings," and say — " Brave brother Gold, wings — You who dare — The Ocean skim. Defy the air! Conqueror, tho you live, or die! Fare you forth, to Victory!" Note: The Seaplane Service Badge is Golden Wings. PERQUISITES By an outsider A little child; bright-eyed with smooth round cheek. And happy, eager, laughing, loving lips. Bestowing kisses! Soft, clinging arms and dimpled finger tips. Ah! well, such blisses — Are rightfully, but childhood's perquisites. And yet tonight Some imp within, cried out with envy — Of your childish right! FLEETING The down on a butterfly's wing. Is not a more fleeting thing — Than the God-given look, in a child's dear eyes. Ere fools or brutes, have made them wise. SWEETHEART A HEART of gold, A tongue of flame! Not beauty, tho' in beauty's name, I greet you. For you *ve a grace. Of form and face — And when you care to win the race — There 's none to beat you! A will to conquer, and command, A brain to plan and dare. No coward you! But bold and true — Tho' you deny me there. That 's Nowl But long ago a baby dear — I held within my arms, And tried to fashion names for her — That would describe, her charms! In the golden meshes of her hair — My heart she held a slave. And my life lay in her tiny hands To forfeit or to save! * 41 * * Ht « Sweetheart of mine, Within your eyes, So loving deep and true — I sent my soul a-seeking. To find the real you. And having found you, know you — In spite of " War's alarms " For the very selfsame, " Sweetheart " That loved a mother's arms. Long ago! H Silver JF i n g s THE DREAM CHILD E LITTLE snow-flake, paler than the dawn — Ere coming day had stained its virgin face! A small frail spark of life, that flickered low. Upon my breast you lay, so white, so still— ^ ^ I did not dare to weep, hardly to breathe — Tho' down my cheek, unchecked the tears would fall. And all the world, its gladness and its fears — Were held for me, within that room so small. ****** A flower face, so sweetly, white and pink — With eyes as dark and lustrous, as the night — You stand and smile, at me — under your bonnet's brim! And in your cheeks, the little dimples play — Dimples that laugh at me, from every place, Knees, hands, and all your lovely baby form — My little snow-flake, now to childhood grown! With all of childhood's charm and win- some, grace — ****** Still like a sweetly blooming, lovely rose — The color flushing pinkly o'er her cheek — My tall shy girl, a smile upon her lips, She stands and looks at me — the little dimples still, On her sweet face are playing " hide and seek " — And in her eyes, as dark as deepest pools, Still lives the child's dear look, of trust, of purity! Still in her heart, the simple old time love — Of birds and flowers, and every living thing — Each one a gift, to her, from heaven above From God himself, from whom, all pure joys spring! MY SON A TINY, helpless, new-born babe, Within my arms, he lies — And heaven is here on earth for me — Held in his wondering eyes — A year or two my bonnie boy. Tosses his golden curls, A sturdy lad, (his father thinks) His hair too like a girl's! A little while, and three or four — Dimpled of hand and knee Such loving little hands, and lips — My darling has for me. Working and playing, years go by — My boy is still my own, A slender youth, with dear dark eyes. Nearly to manhood grown. So young is he, in many ways — My baby still he seems. But he can wake to sudden life. In the manhood of my dreams. He 's big, and strong and wonderful. He fills my heart with pride — But I must share my splendid man — For now he takes a bride! Dear tiny child, dear boy of mine — I hold you in my heart — No wife, no bride, not anything. Can tear our love apart. And always in my heart a prayer, Is ever night and day, " God keep my boy, from war and death. Nor force his hand to slay! " I would not have him shirk his " bit " Nor turn his face away — But " God in mercy end this strife! " Is ever what I pray. So may I keep my boy with me — Nor see deep in his eyes, The memory of hideous things, That ever lives, and lies A leaden cloud to hide away, the The glory of the sun — And kill the joyousness of life. Till all its^days are done! Silver JV i n g s 15 TOGETHER Dear heart, do you remember, How far away, it seems! A thousand ages — long ago, Off in a land of dreams! We sat (a lover and his lass) — And watched an earthquake, rage — With terrifying truthfulness — Across a painted stage. The tears, were in your eyes " Dear heart" And they were on my cheek — Our hearts were torn with tragedies. We could not even speak — But hand in hand, we sat and gazed — Until the play was done! And now, we're watching, Life, go by — As the years race, swiftly on. This play we saw begin " Dear heart " Held much for you and me — Now night is closing in " Dear Heart " Still, hand in hand, may we Watch till it draws, unto the end — Together, till Time sounds, " Lights out!" And present, past, and future, blend, Forever — without fear or doubt. FOREBODING Look to the East, my Antony, and see, The flaming sunset, fill the quivering sky! As your love fills the quivering soul of me. Just now, " Oh long desired " I heard you ^igh' . • , „ At our first meeting, " Long admired! you breathed — And then I saw, your eyes — and in them lay — While smiles your strong lips wreathed, The same bold look, that holds me here today! Beloved! — pillowed on your heart, my head — I turn my eyes towards the glowing sky, Why shrinks my soul, with overwhelming dread? As on your lips, and in your eyes I see. The growing weakness, born of love for me. How smooth and slow, beneath our gilded prow. Glides the dark Nile! Emblazoned here and there — With gorgeous colorings, of red and gold, and now — One long embrace, my Antony; Oh, hold me near Your heart, beloved! This our last fare- well — No more to lie upon your breast, so dear — Osiris, calls us both, to heaven or hell! VOTERS! One man, one motor — Let him mote! Watch him, when woman has the vote! LOVE IS KING Love warms my heart, As the tropic morn Is warmed, when the sun Flames up at dawn. And flings across the radiant sky. The magic of his wizardry. Lord over night, a conqueror, he, As love, is King and Lord of me. Love fills my soul. As the Ocean fills Its wondrous bed, From shore to shore, Driving all else resistlessly, Before its overwhelming power. So Love alone, is King of me. Supreme in His sovereignty. Do not boast of your immunity, where Love is concerned, For if Love has passed you by, you may be sure that there Is some serious defect in you, mentally, morally, or physically. i6 Silver Wings ROSE ON THE WALL Rose on the wall, hanging so high, I must possess you Tho' I should die! Rose, rose, rose on the wall! Beauty — you flaunt it. Flinging afar. Sweetness, to vaunt it, Splendid lone star! Gorgeous, uplifted. High over all! My Rose you must be — Rose on the wall! Destined by Fate, To lie on my heart. Shall fear of Death's terrors Keep us apart? You may hang high. Rose on the wall. Win you I will, tho' I should fall! Imperious, exquisite, Far, far, above — Mine — by the right Of predestined love! Upward I reach — what tho' I give all? Rose, rose, rose, on the wall! At last! — on my bosom. Where I have pressed. The thorns that surround you — Lie here, and rest! Through all eternity, MINE — on my breast! Will I wear you forever, tho' dynasties fall. Rose, rose, MY rose on the wall! TEMPERAMENTAL See how with tender touch, Eolus stirs The fluttering gauze of Spring's light draperies And like a sleeping infant's fleeting smile, Ripples the lake from quiet shore to shore; Ripples that come, then vanish, to return once more. And now more sportive grown, with stronger breath. He tosses fairy blossoms, here and there. Flings far the waving tendrils of June's hair And twists her rosy garments round her feet! Filling the summer night with attar sweet. Then feigning wrath, the blusterer turns on me. Adding a danger signal to his warning note; Flings back my breath into my gasping throat. Roars in my ears and brings me to my knee Ere torn and trembling, I have time to flee. Strips all the trees, until they leafless stand. The ripples too, to flying foam he churns. Drives in my face an icy sleet, that burns. Earth rocks before him, nature bends and reels And my heart faints before the awe it feels. But rage, and roar, and tear me as he will, I love him and his furious wooing still. For soon I know, his softly pleading sigh. Will barely stir the leaves against the sky! TOO DEAR Life! What is Life? Penance, and prayer. Bright dreams that fade, Hopes, dissolved in air! Love pure and priceless. Pearls, cast before swine — As assets worthless. But lees of wine! A heart — Oh, no, thank you, A stone for mine — I Silver Wings 17 AND SHOULD YOU KNOW And should you know, at some far distant day, How much I love you. How oft with you I 've longed to stray — Far from the hard frequented way. On which we meet from day to day, Great trees above you — Where I might gently take your hand. To lead you into fairyland, A Paradise in Maryland — Nor fear to show you The treasures, both of us might find — Within the other's heart and mind — When thoughts, and words, and lips, are kind. And learn to know you — I think altho' you pass me by — With just a smile of lip or eye, I 'd like tho' you may wonder why — My heart to show — you! A SOLILOQUY How the wind rustles the dry stems, tonight — Of tall papyrus in the river bed! They rattle as the dry bones might. Of men, the Pharaohs, once had led! How short a time ago it seems, that he, My conquering Antony, was by my side; And the full flood, flowed under me. Of the old Nile's great tide! As in the gilded barge we dreaming, lay — My head upon his breast! And then his chariot, stood before my gate. Oh, Antony! — you gazed at me, beneath Your brows, and said, " I 'm old, my Queen, and Fate May soon destroy this earth-bound, human sheath; That once was Antony, but my spirit, giving Itself to you: and through all ages living Seeking again in every age its mate. Proves Love triumphant over Death and Fate," ALOES And every hundred years the aloes, bloom — Each blossom time, a hundred years apart, Oh, lovely aloes in a smiling garden fair! So love each hundred years, wakes in a heart — And seeking, seeking — sometimes finds a mate! More often lonely, and the sport of Fate, It wanders thro' the years; or all too late. Finds of itself, the perfect counterpart. Condemned, again, a hundred years, to sleep — Ere it once more, its trysting time can keep! Awake, O perfect hour, within this heart Ere fate's stern hand, shall tear our lives apart! THE UNIVERSITY GATE Bonn on the Rhine, Germany, 1877 An Incident A DARK haired youth, plain featured, sal- low, slim! He stood and gazed at me, and I, at him! Within the opening of a narrow gate. His eyes, (as corn-flowers, in the grass) were blue — They seemed not aught, but gentle, kind and true. Why did I know, when all at last too late. That in these slender, girlish hands, there lay — The fate of empires! That the world today — Would in those hands, collapse — disinte- grate! And had I known — another Corday, I — Could I have struck the blow, that bade him die! Have lent my arm to meet the ends of Fate? I know not! This alone, I truly know — Forever might my hand have laid him low. As to my side, so close he pressed. When I passed through the gate! i8 Silver Wings WINTER TWILIGHT The cold white moon, hangs bright, and high— And frostv stars, fill all the sky, No roses bloom, upon the wall. They lie beneath the snow's white pall — The frozen roads ring to my tread. And all the singing birds have fled — But still my heart, sings soft and low — I love you so! I love you so! The summer days, were bright and fair. Bird voices filled the balmy air, So warm and soft the languorous night. Bathed in the glowing, radiance bright. Of summer moon's, mysterious power. But oh, I know in this lone hour, My heart keeps warm through cold and snow — For still it sings, I love you so! QUI DAM? Position for this one, Exemption for that — A niche that the other can fill — Widely beneficent, Almost omnipotent — I wonder his name is n't Bill! This one adores him! That one — deplores him! A joker from A unto Z. If you could blink at him. What would you think of him? You who, at least, know me! Some shake in their shoes. When he has the blues, And his frown takes the place of a rod. When he has a grouch — My goodness — Oh! — Ouch! Don't wait for a wink or a nod. And so we kow-tow to him. Smile on him, bow to him — And give him at least, his due — The hand that can bless Can chastise, or caress — Is the one that the world will woo. TO BUBASTIS My blue Bubastis! — sitting here today — I move my hand, to where you used to lie. As close to me, as I would let you stay, And there you slept, so safe and warm — while I Would read, or write, or stroke your silky fur. And make you purr! Dear loving heart! Your splendid golden eyes — Sought mine, so full of love, and trust in me — You always looked so wonderfully wise — As tho' into the past, those eyes could see! Or, out into the realms, (if that might be,) Of dim futurity! The future! Ah, how might I, could I, tell! Altho' reproachfully, you looked that day — That when I saw you next, the Gates of Hell- Could hold, no crueller torture, as you lay — Hate's victim — Forced your harmless, life to pay — That summer's day! How piteously, your eyes implored, in that dark hour — The help, that ne'er had failed to come before — So I — I used, the gracious God-given power. And to death's peaceful sleep, flung wide the door! Upon, a fairer, friendlier, safer shore — Oh, peaceful sleep, for evermore! THE OPTIMIST Tomorrow is another day! All hail, tomorrow! Should today, prove very sad, Each turn dealt to us be bad — There's the chance we may be glad — tomorrow. Silver Wings 19 A BIT OF THE BROGUE A crowd of girls! all fair, light-hearted, sweet — With youth and laughter, dancing eyes and feet, But one there is, than all the rest more fair; Blue-eyed, the raven's wing would match her hair. She speaks, and on her rosy, gaily laugh- *"S lips , r T 1 J Liquid and sweet the tongue ot Ireland trips. As dew, and honey, from some flower heart drips. Search your own soul unsparingly, Ere passing judgment upon others; For therein are memories of many hidden deeds and thoughts. ALONE The sunset's flaming glory— upon the water lies. Reflection, of the gorgeousness That fills the western skies, And mirrored in the lake's clear pool— The trees have cast their shadow cool. Each tiny blade, and leaflet near— Is doubled in the waters clear. And liquid notes of rnusic fall. As robin answers robin's call — Swiftly, the shadows change, and deeper he. The color fades, the glory leaves the sky. The day is ended, and one gleaming star- Looks down in silent mystery from afar! Where is that other soul, that once with mine — Walked 'midst this loveliness, so near divine? Answered each thought, and felt each mystic lure — Of Nature's beauty — tender heart and pure As nature is! How sad, each must alone. Travel a starlike pathway of its own! TO THE LITTLE ONES COMING FROM SCHOOL Dear little ones, with shining eyes. And lightly tripping feet. Who smile at me half shyly. As I pass down the street; If you could know, how in my heart, I love you! — love you all! Dear boys and girls who greet me, You would not pass at all — But crowd into my open arms, And cling about my knees. For I know that the " Kingdom of Heaven " Is just of such as these! HOW MANY MORE? At death's door. Of loves a score! Before you pass — How many more? THE GIFT What was it then that you gave to me — That day as we rode along — A lift and a gift, a wonderful gift— The gift of youth, and song. You cared not a jot, if I had it or not— The fact is you did not know — But you opened wide, a lantern slide. And gave me a picture show! And the song and the picture, that came that day — Filled my life with the zest of youth— The hardest of work, seems only play, I am telling you nothing but truth, I want you to know, tho' I can't tell you so — (You 're elusive as desert ram — ) In the moment or two, that I spent with you— You gave me my youth again. 20 Silver Wings TANJORE Against the purple, starlit sky; how minaret and tower, Gleam softly white, and radiant, in mid- night's mystic hour! Upon each lacey wonder, transparently aglow — The light falls like the starlight, upon the fabled snow! Oh, gorgeous walls encrusted, with jewels, flecked with gold! Into the slavery within, my body has been sold — But I have looked in Love's dear eyes, and I am his alone. 'Tho my body may be captive, my spirit will have flown. Within this gilded litter, outside, the Palace gate — While the silken curtains gently stir, the signal I await — The signal, that shall call me, to the foot- stool of the King! There, to await his pleasure, if 1 should favor bring! I hear the distant trampling of steeds, within their stalls — And the trumpeting of elephants, as each to the other calls — The clash of spears, the fall of feet — a sudden trumpet blare! Shouting, and then the open gate, the flaming torches flare. My litter, swaying gently, now swiftly moves along — Thro' prostrate, and kneeling slaves — a great, obsequious throng! And now within a small dim room, I stand — Who is this, meets me? — reaches forth a hand? Oh, wondrous night! My heart will break — 't is He! My Love; my own; the king and lord of me! O'ercome by love, for love has stolen all, Supine, resistless, at his feet I fall A willing sacrifice — while in my heart there sings A glorious refrain — like to some bell that rings Within a temple lifted to the sky, " My Love is mine, and His alone, am I ! " Then strong arms lifted me, and on his breast I lay! And as he holds me there, I hear him say — "Look up. Beloved! I would see your face — I am your humblest chattel in this place! " And now my face, he gently draws to his, And my lips feel, the glory of his kiss. INCANTATION Oh, Love awake, awake! and as before, Send the blood pulsing thro' my veins once more, Bring to my eyes, the fire of radiant youth — Tint my pale cheeks, and make them soft and smooth — Bring lightness to my feet, as in those days. When scarce they seemed, to press the flowery ways — And trod with dancing step, a joyous path; For Fate — unstinted gives to him that hath. Once more my heart would feel Love's throbbing bliss — Once more my lips would tremble at Love's kiss — And in my ears his voice, again should plead — His cause, already won — nor should he need, As now a last impassioned, wild appeal. To him, to give, what I once more, would feel- That Love is all — the world indeed well lost! And winning. Love — what need to count the cost! '\ Silver Wings 21 LOTUS BUDS The lotus buds are lying, on thy waters, oh, Tanjore! And the longing of the night-wind is sighing, down the shore. Why do the moonlit waters, seem to bear upon their breast. In rise and fall, my Love's white limbs — while a fever of unrest Seethes thro' my blood — Thro' all the hours I see — Her lovelit eyes — each winged thought, brings to me — Those passion maddened moments, lying broken at her feet. While the Bulbul, sang his love songs, where the stream and river meet! And my heart calls to the lotus, to the night-wind, and the sea, To give again, lest I should die — my loved one back to me. GUIDING STAR In the eye of the wind. In the teeth of the gale. Steer, steer, for the star. Straight for the light, that never will fail. For we 're nearing home once more! Steer straight for the star, Tho' the waves be high. And I hear the surf on the shore, Steer for the light, tho' we we live or die Amid the tempest's roar! Dear star in the night, my guiding light! — No other hope have I! Oh, soft white breast. Where my head shall rest Sweet lips so warm and red! Keep the star tonight in the window bright. Lest the deep should be my bed. Steer! steer! for the tiny spark. That shines out over the sea. There, life and warmth, and my true love's arms. Are waiting to welcome me! A TOAST Fill the cup to the brim! Now drink to him. Who lives — tho' his years are not few! Then why not to her — Who our pulses can stir! At forty, or forty-two? YESTERDAYS Where are the yesterdays that once were ours? Dear days, so glad and gay. So full of sunshine, and of flowers — When all the months were May! And even now 't is yesterday, That ever seems most fair — But life is always, just today, And yesterdays — not there! ASHES OF ROSES Something's wrong with the world! The gladness of summer Has fled, and all brightness Seems gone from the land. Loved faces are missing. Gay laughter is silenced. And oh, how I long. For the clasp of one hand. Something's wrong with the world. And ashes of roses. Are all that is left Of the summer's sweet dreams — ■ A handful of rose leaves; A voice full of music; Only mem'ries to tell us, How hopeless all seems! Something's wrong with the world. That / should be hopeless. That Life should be wanting In beauty and joy! Come back summer sunshine! Come again, scented roses; Fill my heart beloved voice, Such sweets do not cloy. 22 Silver PF i n g s REASSURED Each roseate morn with golden promise rife. Slipped down the paths, of summer's scented ways — Each perfect day, filled with the joy of life, Merged in the stream of swiftly, passing days — On to an unseen, unknown, all unheeded goal! Still each glad day, the world but seemed, more fair! And yet; oh; smiling, glittering, dew- drowned morn — What stab of sudden fear, what chilling, cold despair Strikes at my heart — What warning, devil-born — Wakes from its slumbers, in my shudder- ing soul! Sudden — the stream of golden days is done — No more with love's all radiant presence, filled— The swiftly passing hours, from sun, to sun — Entranced shall move — Some evil thing has entered in and killed, All that was life; stolen my joy from me! Or do I dream ? Once more the days are fair- Once more hope lives, and love is all my own. In very truth — I find again his presence everywhere — The fear and doubt was mine, and mine alone — Oh, love, my love! faithful — eternally! THE LONG WALL The long, long wall, ivy and rose beclad, What dreams of love! what meetings fond and glad, Upon the way that runs so closely by! What handclaspings! — Here all unan- swered, why — I ask — should it be that I lose? All hope! that friendly nature, should to me refuse The joyous comradeship, that I have elsewhere known. It seems as tho' when on that path I tread, I leave all love, all life behind me — and the dead, Dead hopes and joys, dead loves and fears, Crowd round me from the bygone years, Halting my footsteps, tearing at my heart — Till all the world of which I am a part. Seems full of empty husks, of idle words, Ambitions unfulfilled; dark thoughts in hordes Push fiercely in, and follow close behind, To weary me in body, heart, and mind — Now tell me, you, who know the path I mean, What spirit haunts it. What the power unseen ? SPRING COMES Through the woodlands. Spring is sweep- ing, Tinting them a tender green — Laccy fringes of her mantle Touch the stems, and hang between — She leaves them hanging; magic maker. Dropped from her o'erflowing store. Misty as a summer moonbeam. Floating o'er a southern shore. Spring! the wonder of your coming. Thrills me newly through, and through. Love and mating, song and sunshine. Glad! my heart shall welcome you! GOIJA Blue are her eyes as summer skies. Love's laughter on her lips. And the beauty of the wild rose clings, To her dainty finger tips! Youth like health is never fully appre- ciated until it is lost. Silver JV i n g s 23 YESTERDAY AND TODAY Yesterday, the skies were dark. Today, my heart sings like the lark! Yesterday was cold and drear — Today love's warmth, is in the air! Last night, I was crazed with fear — Now — life again is sweet and fair Say where can the difference be? My dear love has smiled at me! TO As spark to tinder, so your mind in mine — Kindled the fire of genius, gift divine! QUANTUM SUFFICIT! The world seems empty, purposeless, and cold, And suddenly, my heart and I are old ! I would not longer wear Life's faded crown. For I have had my full, full share, pressed down — And running over, of the things that are! Love, Power, Happiness, Sorrow, death disease! Wealth, poverty; The joy of living, and the lees — Of pleasure's cup, filled to the brim ! High as a star My hopes have soared! Despair has flung them down. Now let me go; Life holds no more for me. My spirit cries enough! It fain would see — Some other world than this! Adventures new — A higher plane, and other work to do, Or if perchance this can not, may not,be — Then sleep and rest, beneath some spread- ing tree. For all that's left! The dear and friendly Earth — Shall keep me; till at last rebirth — Shall set once more my soaring spirit free — And give new worlds again to Love, and me! THE STREET Dante to Beatrice How full of life the new spring day! Joy and adventure seem to play, About my steps; each hidden turn May hold, undreamed of possibilities! The birds are singing, songs of happy love. And fluttering softly in the trees above, How full of surnmer's promise, soft, and warm — The Sun God's smile, cheers and revivi- fies! And then you passed, smileless, unseeing, cold — Why is the street so sudden dark, and bare? The birds seem dead, all j oy has fled — And a dark emptiness is everywhere! THE DAWNING Sing my heart, the glory of the dawning! Phoebus rises golden, from the sea! The world awakes; and the new summer's morning Flings all its scented sweetness over me! See how the little waves, in rapture trembling, Are rosy red, beneath his fiery glow. As Day, casts off, Night's somber cloak dissembling, To greet the Sun God! Waking Earth below — Stirs gently, for she still, is surely dream- ing, Of hidden things, that she, alone can know! Great God of day! How gorgeous is the waking! That brings you back to longing Earth and me — In the new day, all other loves forsaking, I worship Phoebus — rising from the sea! 24 Silver Wings LOVE SPURNED " No hate hell holds, as hot as woman spurned! " So runs the tale — And Love's warm heart, to hatred turned. May sometimes fail, To feel that ofttimes, fearful of her power. Full many a man. May turn away, in Love's most perfect hour — While yet he can! WHO IS PAN? And who is Pan? You'd like to know, you say — Why — Pan is Pan — The same who used to play. Upon his pipes to me! In that dear far off day Beneath our trysting tree. He found me here, as young and gay — At heart, as when I used to be — A dancing Nymph, so wild and free! Oh, no! I can not, dare not tell You who is Pan, For you might say — You knew him well — As just a man! PAN PIPES Upon the shores of ancient Greece, Pan wrought his pipes of reed — A golden voice stole o'er the land. And Love — was all its creed. A powerful human head was Pan's — But for his sins, the curse — A goat-like body bound his limbs In brutish ways, or worse! A little maid, with tender eyes And heart untried, but true — Trod gaily those enchanted shores — When all the world was new! No harm feared she — A dainty maid — So slim and soft, and white — Dancing, with rosy tinted toes. Where crept the evening light! There roamed no Pagan Nymph, more fair — The depths of forest green — And Pan enraptured, thought the child The loveliest thing he *d seen. So soft he blew; the liquid notes Of love, she paused to hear — Thro' dancing, light and deepening, shade — She followed without fear. And soon within his arms she lay — Deep in that forest dim! Today, the same sweet notes Pan blows. Upon his pipes of reed — The golden voice is calling yet And some still give it heed! So sweet, so free, across the land, Its echoes sweep to me — I can hear the Satyrs calling To the Nymphs, beneath the tree — And the Pan-pipes, wooing — wooing. In the moonlight, by the sea. KISS ME SUMMER! Kiss me Summer, kiss me sweet! I am ever at your feet, All your rosy beauties lie Bare to me, 'twixt earth and sky! Sing sweet Summer, sing to me! From every bush, and every tree. Tuneful voices fill the air, Summer! Summer 's everywhere! Blended with the roses hue. Lilies, deck the water blue. Golden sunshine, scented air! Summer, you are sweet and fair! Not a hint upon your breath. Of old Winter's frozen death, See! I still am at your feet. Linger with me. Summer sweet! ROSES ON THE WALL! Roses on the wall. In the sky above Stars, and the night, The night and Love, Love over all! And roses on the wall! 1 Silver Wings 25 TO PAN The day is closing, night is drawing near — And softly piping — Again Pan's voice I hear. Whispering, so gently to my listening ear — " Follow; Love follow! " Oh, Pan! I hear you softly, calling me — To our old tryst, beneath the forest tree — But only in dear dreams, again I see — The days of long ago! I may not come to you, nor if I could — Dance to your piping, thro' the moonlit wood — Or watching stand, where I once waiting stood. In the moon's pale glow. I hear the echo of your voice today, I hear it often, but I may not stray — Adown those wild glad paths again, nor stay Where the Pan pipes, blow! Lest even watching, wild, and glad, and free— You draw my longing heart, from out of me. To the old tryst, beneath the forest tree That we both know! As diamonds on the neck of an Indian Maharanee; so do little acts of courtesy, stand out, in the dull monotony of middle age! PLEASE! Your hand, oh, Mr. Hoover please do stay. With " Heatless. Meatless. Wheatless!" You are so very near the end of " eatless." I fear, (I 'm most ashamed,) you '11 say, Our garments must go seatless! THE NEW DAY Dance Nymphs! dance in the moonlight. Dance once more for me! For there's a new day dawning, And few there '11 be who see Again, the Satyrs frolicking, With the Nymphs, beneath the tree! While Pan is piping gaily. On the shores of Attic's Sea! Gone are the gods of ancient days, Lost in the new day's dawn! The Nymphs who danced so merrily. With Satyr and with Faun, But now and then, out of past days, A joyous heart is born — Whose eyes can penetrate the blaze — That lights the modern morn! Whose ears are tuned, to Pan's sweet lays. And still can hear his voice — When on his pipes he softly plays. And in that power rejoice! AMICUS VITAE SOLATIUM (A Friend is Life's Consolation) I WAS alone, my tired feet. Trod wearily the empty street, When right before my aching eyes, I glimpsed the gates of Paradise! Then, looking in his face I saw, A friend stood at the open door. A friend whose strong hand reached for mine — With clasp so warm — that like new wine — It filled my heart with joy divine. Time was not — years had rolled away. And golden youth was mine that day — Then Fate, passed by and closed the door — My dream was gone, to come no more! The dream was fair, as such dreams are — I wept that it was ended — Then Fate (a strange, uncertain jade), A wonderful amendment made — By giving me till life shall end. That perfect gift, a faithful friend! 26 Silver Wings A PAGAN WISH Brightly on the river gleams the moon- light, Chasing the little ripples to the shore — Where Pan is lying piping in the rushes — Calling — calling on his wonder pipes, once more! Oh, to dance again, where lies the moon- light, Tripping scented grass with flying feet! Oh, to watch the breeze among the leaf- lets, Tossing all the tender blossoms sweet! Joyous! — my soul Pan's drawing from me — His golden voice is throbbing thro' the night! Again, Love's arms are folded close around me — To keep me soft, and warm till morning light- So — let me sleep, forever — knowing nothing, But the glory of life's joyous love and youth! Let me sleep — where, Pan pipes by the river — Where bloom Narcissus and the Dragon's Tooth! THE FAIRY PRINCE Oh, long ago, so long ago, I once was a child like you. And I dreamed day dreams, of a fairy Prince, Fair haired, with eyes of blue! I knew he would come, that wonderful Prince! For my nurse had told me so. My nurse, who seemed to know every- thing. That children want to know! And did he come, my fairy Prince? Who filled my dreams by day? Oh, children dear, I can not tell. But I think, perhaps, he may! I knew his face but not his name. In those days of long ago. And he who came to me, was not the same. That 's why I do not know'. He was faithful and true, and he loved me well, As everyone's Prince should do — But don't you see why I never can tell For his eyes are black, not blue! SPRINGTIME FROM MY WINDOW Lovely, dainty, tender green — Fine as filmiest lace I 've seen, A sprinkling of copper, here and there. And a bluish gray, that looks old and rare Pink as of flower gardens aflame. White — that would put a snowstorm to shame! And down by the edge of the clear blue lake— Where the ripples and shadows, play " give and take " A tiny child with a tousled head, And an innocent face — burnt rosy red, Is sitting and playing in careless joy, With the whole of the new-born earth, for a toy! THE SUN HAS NO GLORY I MAY sing of a bird, a flower, a tree — The moon on the river. The sun on the sea! Of love, or of sorrow, whatever my song, 'T is you that I think of, the whole day long! The sun has no glory, no sweetness, the night Life's j oy has departed. And no more the light Of the moon, on the river, the sun on the sea. Unless I am with you, brings gladness to me. Silver Wings 27 PHANTASIES Holla! Holla! Holla! mon gar, What would I not have given, when today, I saw you driving, racing by. To shout this greeting, and to say — Holla, holla, holla, mon gar! You had a smile upon your face. And passed me at a swinging pace, I wished that I was in your place! A friend, a comrade, ah, how few there are, And yet if we should meet upon a star, I might perhaps call to you, " He, Holla! Holla, Holla, Holla! Oh, He mon gar! LOVE AND YOUTH Come to me Love, come thro' the mist. That decks the early morn. And hides the river, still unkist By the sun; that like the dawn Your presence, may my being fill With love each day new-born! How radiantly the rosy light. Creeps thro' the fading grey? Come love and change my long dark night. To Love's own roseate day! The thrilling bird-notes fill the air, The mists have rolled away. You 're coming thro' the dewy grass, With dancing steps so gay! And I will whisper in your ear. The whole of Life's great truth. And the golden morn shall wake once more. To the voice of Love and Youth. Daring often succeeds where caution would be an utter failure. The calmest exterior often hides the most passionate nature. Youth is merely a matter of tempera- ment, but wrinkles are the death of sentiment. OUT OF THE MIRE I SING of him, who casting off the bonds. That once have held him captive, bound and tied, Shall rise, and conquer self, and win again, A name — that 's honored, far and wide — Unto the farthest, the most distant star There is great joy, when he who falls, shall rise Out of the mire. The word fling near and " He 's born anew, of whom 't was said: ' He dies! ' " A RECIPE Take flame of fire, glean the snows From mountain tops, add one red rose; Mingle, set in slender mold, A silver chime of bells enfold. Take the wind, the restless deep. And all the dancing things that keep The leaflets waving in the breeze. Or softly move the tops of trees. That to her form, and to her face. May come the lithesome, dancing grace Of youth, and joy, and for her eyes. Take mountain pools wherein there lies The blue reflected from the skies; Then place a laughing sparkle there. Weave sunbeams for her flying hair. My Lady's ready for Love's mart. You say I have forgot her heart! In modern maid that has no part! Youth dreams, maturity strives, old age regrets. Time takes account, and we must pay our debts! SONG If you could know! If you could know! Your eager arms, would closely fold Me to your breast, nor loose their hold; If you could know! If you could know! My head would be upon your heart, No power, or Fate, us two, could part. Could you but know! Could you but know! 28 Silver JV i n g s THE TIME IS COMING The time is coming, when a skirt will be Naught but the badge of immorality, When those who wear it, hold the dubious power. Of ruling manhood, in his weakest hour! Give me the garb that sets a woman free. From sex enthrallment, so that she may Strong as is man, the God-given force within. To use unshackled, free to fight and win! No brainless fool is woman, more than he. Who claims such large superiority, Why fetter then, her limbs, or cramp her mind? Knowledge and freedom, she will surely find. And in that day, the day that is to be. When Womanhood, from bonds of sex set free. Shall help to guide, to rule, and, yes, to lead. Then shall Life, Love, and Peace be ours indeed! MY LADY A VERY gracious lady you — A gentlewoman thro' and thro' — From well poised head, to slender foot. So tall so graceful, sweet, and rare, You make me think of a garden fair, A page and lute! Peacocks and greyhounds, sycamore trees. And lilies swaying in the breeze — That stirs your hair! A smile so sweet, no spoken word — Or any music, I have heard — I can compare. To you when on your lips, there lies — The smile that trembles, in your eyes — My lady fair! ON THE ROAD TO CAMDEN (Sotto Voce) What ho! Sir Knight, This morn so bright. Oh, whither are you wending? I 'd like to change your lonesome plight, And share your journey, if I might, Riding down to Camden! What ho! my lord, Upon my word. You look so fine and fancy, I really wish that you would say, " Dear lady, 't is a lovely day, ' Come ride down to Camden! ' " But the modern Knight, howe'er bedight. Or doughty as a chauffeur, Is not as ready with his steed. To succor womanhood in need, As once he was in Camelot. (Viva Voce) What did you say? A lovely day, And do jump in beside you, Oh, no, of course, I do not mind! I really think you 're very kind To spin me down to Camden. MINE Mine! My beloved! — Forever my own! Mine, while the ages, roll ceaselessly on, Mine — tho' stars fall, worlds be born, live and die — Mine — Mine alone, for eternity! MY LASSIE Cynthia's lovely, Doris sweet — Love lies bleeding at Kate's feet. Watch them all, as they pass by — My lassie has the laughing eye! To live, is to love, but in this sense, love embraces Charity, as well as Passion. Silver Wings 29 FAREWELL TO LOVE Gone is the light from the river. Fled is the sun from the sea — Dead is the sweet joy of living, For Love has departed from me! The birds call again, but I heed not, As they flit, in the evening light. In my heart all is dark and I need not, The darkness to tell me 't is night. Be still, oh my heart, cease thy longing, For the past, it can never return — Love is dead, or I know he 'd be waiting. At the altar, where his fires still burn. A MEETING The other day, I met Pan on the street. How did I know him! Did I see his, feet? Ah, no! Pan wore the outer garb of man! But I could tell, as all who know him can — Thro' all the ages, and the long gone years, He could not change his eyes or hide his ears. LOVE AT DAWN Come out and greet the dawn, with me- r m waiting here for you! I long to see your rosy feet — Wet with the glistening dew, I 've roses, for your hands and hair, I 've kisses for your lips. The early morn is sweet and fair — As your dainty finger tips. Come out my love, the birds await — Your coming with a song — Come thro' the mists of early morn. The night has been so long. Come out and watch the rose and gold Sweep thro' the quivering sky — And I will watch the dawning love. That springs within your eye. While roses, fair as any dawn. Your cheeks with blushes, dye. COMPENSATION After the drought, the rain — After the freeze, the thaw — And after rain comes sunshine — What can we want with more! VALENTINE'S DAY 1919 Cupid, oh, you foolish child! Why is your aim so very wild — Not an arrow in the mark. Can it be you 're in the dark! Fix your arrows with more care. Take good aim, and hit right there — Time is flying, you should worry, I 'm the one that 's in a hurry! SUNSET ON THE RIVER Today, I saw the sun go down. Two balls of fire — above — below! One in the river seemed to drown. (The river that contrives, to throw Its glittering girdle, round the town!) The other floated overhead. And in my eyes its glory shed! Dear heart of me! Your soul and mine Were made for beauty as divine. For glory as entrancing, fair! As those two globes of splendour were — Living alone, if both are there — Each must the other's being share. And now behind the farthest rim Of trees, that shut the river in. That gorgeous, flaming, orb has sped! Dark lies the water! Overhead, The skies are hung, with silver mist. Lifeless the lake, erstwhile, sun kissed! WHEN? In the spring a young man's fancy Turns they say, to thoughts of love, Tell me Lydia, Kate, and Nancy! Just what time, an old man's fancy — To the same sweet goal, should move? JO Silver fV i n g s THREE WORDS Three words, " Je vous aime! " I heard them first. From the lips of a boy cadet. A child with dreams, full of romance — The very first time, we met! The boy — ? He died for his loved France! What — ! tears — ! Are my eyes wet? " Ich Hebe dich! " At a later day — The same three words I heard — Those wonderful three, but not for me, I could not answer a word — And he — The Kaiser's boyhood friend? What happened to him? You say! I heard that he died on Egypt's sands. In a duel he fought, one day! And you — , have you ever thought to yourself, What those three words, might mean — ? " I love you! " " I love you! " of all the world! And tho' hell shall intervene — Two souls, shall meet, and love one day. In a land, no eye, hath seen! When the effort needed is taken into consideration, how small a thing it is to give happiness, and yet, how most of us begrudge the gift. TO LOVE Oh! great begetter of all things that are, From smallest atom, to the farthest star — Love the Creator, Infinite, Divine, Whose are we then, if we should not be Thine! Peace, and the purple of the midnight sky, Are over all, Oh! wondrous One, draw nigh! The Altar waits, the fire burns pure and bright, Accept, Oh, Love, my sacrifice, tonight! AGAIN! Once more insistent, just one face — Is all that I can see. You, whose dear presence, lost so long, I thought had gone from me! Again your voice is throbbing, thro' the silent night, Stay with me now! — Stay till the dawn. Shall make the morning, light. Dear Pan, your voice, your tender voice! So vibrant, wondrous sweet — A world of lovelit melody, seems lying at my feet. The whole of love's fulfillment. All that my heart desires! But stay, oh Pan! What would you? Don't seek to kindle fires! So great that they must burn and sear. And may perchance destroy! For loving's always madness. Always madness, more than joy! CUPID'S JEST Cupid in a merry mood. Found two hearts, (perfectly good) And tied them both together, Threw them in an empty car. Saying pertly, " There you are! " Once in balmy weather! Impish Cupid! Did he know, Both the heads wore age's snow? She, fancies silver more than gold! He does n't know, she's growing old! Said Cupid, this is greater fun. Than anything, that I have done — Since the rising of the sun. In any place, whatever. He dimmed the light, with zealous care, But could not hide the silver hair. Of " him " the he heart of the pair! And chuckling, " This a crush, is! " He finished up his merry jest. Turning the sunlight from the west. Upon her face, where like fine lace. Wrinkles showed thro' the blushes! Silver IV i n g s 31 THE " ORIFLAMME " OF FRANCE A STRIPLING, sunny-faced, and fair, Scarce more than a child was he. His smiling eyes were blue as a girl's, Like a girl's, his golden hair, But the sword he wore on his hip, that day. Was the sword that a man should wear. He sat his horse, like the man he was. Though of such tender years. For he bore the " Oriflamme " of France, Despite his mother's tears. " Weep not for me, sweet mother mine! " (As he kissed away a tear). He said, (and he spoke with smiling lips) A Coursen, may not fear! All through that day, where the fiercest fight Was waged, and the struggle worst, A slender lad, shook the banner of France, In the face of the foe accursed! "A Coursen! A Coursen! A moi! " he cried, " For the Oriflamme of France! " Broken he lay, at the end of the day. On the sodden, blood-stained grass. His girlish curls, were wet with the dew. But, when the foe sought to pass, He sprang to his feet — "A moi!" He said "A Coursen! A Coursen! " (his battle cry) " For France! Though the grave should be my bed," And the " Oriflamme " held high! RETROSPECT Once, long ago on the shores of Time — A people there was and a place! And I lived with them, and I spoke with them And met them all face to face. I laughed and I worked and I wept, with them — These people of little ways, I mourned their dead and I prayed by their sick. Ah me — these many days! I gave my heart for a piece of stone — And my brain, and my soul, to the blind; They used me awhile, then passed me by— For the one goal, they sought to find — For the piler of golden coin, on coin. And the light of life's social blaze! So I shake the dust, from my feet — " Farewell! " Small town of little ways — And I laugh, as I think of my hard won niche, In the light of these happier days! But if out of the crowd that passed me by- In the whole of that small way town, I catch the gleam of a friendly eye — Or the sound of a voice I have known, I will say to myself — " If one heart is here, That does not quite forget — All I gave, all I wept, all I suffered, to earn. Is worth remembering yet! " FORGOTTEN Like a last year's bird's nest that hangs on the tree, Like the hive that once sheltered the new queen bee, Like the cast-off skin of the sinuous snake, That lies in the heart of the new sprung brake. Forgotten; cast into obscurity. Torn out of the heart that once held me! But perhaps, like the bird that came back to the nest. In the spring and still finds the old home the best. The heart that was mine will return to me, As the wandering bird to its nest in the tree. And again in that heart, my own shall rest. Sheltered and safe, like the bird in its nest. 32 Silver Wings BARRED GATES Ever the closed door, And the barred gate — Have held, for me — An air of mystery! Within the place denied, I long to roam, To see flung wide — The gate! To own The right, to enter there! I long to pass one day — And hear the guardian. Of those closed gates say. " Enter Beloved, enter! In his halls, the Master waits Thy longed for coming — These barred gates — Are not for Thee! Enter, and — share! " And then my feet would press. The velvet smoothness Of that emerald grass. And high above my head would pass. The birds among the tree-tops! They would mate, and sing — More early there, as they do every spring — Among the scented flowering, shrubs I 'd move — Touching each blossom, with the hand of love. Linger a moment at the open door — Then joyous enter, barred without, no more! MUSICA! The " Spirit of Music " came to me last night, And oh! but her voice was sweet! She played on my heartstrings. And swept them with song; The gamut she ran was complete. The warm thrill of love, the cool heights of a star. The peace that the blessed shall know! Ambition — Despair — all, all of them there — And visions of wild lands afar! R. S. V. P. When you have come to thirty-eight. Or forty, you are at the gate. That leads to age! And so you seek the skilled masseuse, Or masseur is it, that you choose? And scan the page. That advertises things to do. To keep you young, and pretty too. The ice cold bath, Seems just the best — the only way, To make your fading beauty stay! You tread that path! They promise you, a pleasant glow And greater thrills, than love can know, Alas, for truth! / only know about the glows, They always get me on the nose! I still seek youth! So if you know a thing or two. That I can do at f-o-r-t-y-t-w-o! To bring it back! Don't hesitate a moment more. But write, and leave it at my door In white, and black. LASS MICH HINEIN! A PERSONAGE knocked at the Golden Gate, *" Holla! Holla! — Lass mich hinein! " He stormed and thundered, he thought he was late. He shouted " I 'm cold and can not wait." *" Dummkopf! " he yelled " I 've come to stay! " Said Saint Peter, " We 're not taking Germans today! " *Hello! Hello! Let me come in! *Blockhead. KAISERLICHE, ALMAECHTIGKEIT Some time ago, not yet forgot: The Kaiser sang the happy lot. Of peoples, ruled by " ME — und Gott! " In this mad war's, ensanguined revel, (To place him on his proper level). His boast should be, " I and — the devil! " Silver JV i n g s 33 SPRING COMES There 's a ripple, and a sparkle, to the river — And a mist of green seems lying on the trees — And the willows, lovely willows, first to know it. Are hanging, leafy streamers to the breeze! Spring is coming! Life is waking! Hearts are beating! In all the forms, that live and love and grow. And my heart beats fast with joy of living, loving. And happiness, in knowing, what I know! Spring is here! A bird calls from the branches — Spring is here! My glad heart echoes too, Oh, singing bird! My heart is also giving^- Glad praise to Him, to whom our praise is due. THE LOCAL PAPER (Sotto Voce) " Memorial Lodge of Elks at Three! " Speaker, the Hon. W. B. Two nurses graduate, and I see — Diplomas presented, by W. B. Liberty bond boosting, Y. M. C. — A. Chairmanned, too by W. B. In how many places at once, is he? *Ubiquitous, brilliant W. B. What 's next on the list? A debutante's Pink Tea — Speeches by some one, It 's torn — I can't see! But it's no one of course — but W. B.! A colored folks meeting, Is on the " tapis " — For the Red Cross, They 've captured W. B. To speak? — Why of course, yes it seems to me! The man of the hour is W. B. For congressman, also two or three Are mentioned, but " silver tongued " W. B. Seems the one worthy foe. Of " Democracie " — It certainly looks, as if Salisbury, Md. Is greatly indebted, to W. B.! Our Orator, Chairman, our Arbiter — he, Certes! Salisbury, " banks " on W. B.! *Look in the dictionary and you will see. What some of it means, to be W. B.! A CATASTROPHE! Travelling along, in heedless bliss, Adown the shining rail. Was a 'tater bug, that measured — Half an inch, from head to tail. He meant to join a colony, Where many more abode — Of his own kind; a rod or so — Beyond, the public road! The pleasant, polished, pathway. Was soothing to tired feet, He thought it kind, to put it there — Walking was quite a treat! A whistle shrill! a rush, a roar — Now would n't it be best. As little bug is there no more. To let this matter rest? MR. HOOVER AGAIN! Oh, Mr. Hoover! — now you 're teasing me — I 'm not a bit of good at figures don't you see? I can't remember, which meals, of the three, Must on each day, wheatless, or meatless, be! But you can't faze me, in this game, you play! Although perhaps; you really think you may! For I 've decided one meal, (while you stay) Shall be entirely EATLESS, every day! 34 Silver Wings GOTT MIT UNS The Kaiser, calls upon his God! He shrieks it near, and far — " God with us! " Yes, of course, he is: The murderous, God of War! THE DAUGHTER'S LAMENT (First daughter critically) Why don't you put on more style. Mother? I wish you could see your hair — Can't you see to powder your nose, mother? And your skirt is quite threadbare — Mrs. Dash, who lives on the next street, Is so stylish and up to date, I always wish, that you looked like her. Whenever we chance to meet! You should wear your skirt, much shorter Mother! And not that kind of a shoe! And your gloves! they are all wrong — Mother! Oh — I don't know WHAT — I can do — ! I really can't make you look right. Mother — But maybe, you '11 pass — as it 's YOU! (Second daughter complainingly) Oh! — So you are going out, Mother — There 's dust on the cellar stair! And the chairs on the porch, are crooked. Mother! But I really don't think you care! I 've scrubbed and swept all the morn- ing — And the windows are still to do! There 's a cobweb up in the attic. Mother! And I really do think, that you Might keep the sparrows from using. The porch for their " menage a deux." Oh, well! If you 're going out. Mother! There 's nothing more to be said — But you 've left the hoe and a bucket, On the foot of the spare-room bed! COWARDS ALL! What cowards love can make of us. Who think ourselves so strong, So dignified, so up to date. That we can do no wrong! And then one comes, who speaks to us. Or possibly does not; Where is our vaunted dignity? And why do we turn hot — Then cold — our minds a blank. Our famous perfect poise — Gone, like a Hun beneath a tank! Smashed! like a child's old toys. They speak; we say the thing that we — Would give worlds not to say! The very thing that He, (or She,) Quite surely scares away! And afterwards. Oh! afterwards — What things we could have said! Had not the sight of Her, (or Him) Quite chased them from our head. It is no good to make a list, Of things we mean to say. In case we should meet Him, (or Her) Some more propitious day — For everything would happen then. Just as it did before, It never fails, and if we care — It happens more and more! A WAIL A SONG rang thro' my brain last night. But fled away at morning light. What it might be, I can not say, All of it was gone next day! " Bob-white, whistling in the corn — Blue-bird, singing to the morn — Jolly Bull-frog, in a pool! " I can't tell, is there no rule — I could follow, that would keep — A verse alive, yet let me sleep? Or must I snatch paper, and pen — Turn on the light, and write it, when — I wake, no matter at what hour — There comes to me, the word of power, " Write this or that! " Why can't I stay. Asleep and write it down, next day? Silver Wings 35 ASPIRATIONS! I WANT to be handling the brush and the pen, I want to be stirring the great hearts of men, I don't like to handle the dustpan, and brush, I don't like to stir the morning's mush! But it 's dust, dust, dust! The song of the duster and broom. And it 's wash, wash, wash! Dishes, morning, night and noon! I 'd love to be thrilling the whole outside world, While standing beside some great banner unfurled! I don't want to be washing great tubsful of clothes, Or cooking boiled dinner, and holding my nose. But it 's scrub, scrub, scrub! At the same old tasks, each day. And it 's rub, rub, rub! Till it 's time to hit the hay! Oh, why do I love the wild wind as it sighs. In the tops of the trees, and why should my eyes. Seek beauty in all things; and my beating heart Long to be of the world a great recognized part? When it 's bake, bake, bake! With eyes and nose, burnt red — Muffins, and meat, and cake, For folks that have to be fed! Why was I not born with the eyes of a mole. That only sees well in its own little hole. Where it digs out its runs, in its blind eyed way. And cares not a jot for the glory of day. Then I 'd dig, dig, dig. And creep and shuffle and crawl, And not care a single fig. For anything else at all. But I long to be handling the brush, and the pen — And I know I could waken the dead souls of men, So here 's a farewell, to the dustpan and brush. Let those who must have it, come stir up the mush! Let them stir, stir, stir! Let them polish, and scrub, and shine! But I 've bid farewell to the whole darn lot. There 's not any more for mine! SOMEWHERE IN ***** (Marie teasingly) Dis done, Gaultier, comment ca va? Take me ridin' in ze car! — Pourquoi, ne reponds tu pas? — G-r-o-u-c-h-y ? why of course you are! Gaultier! Mais si tu m'aimes, Si tu m'aimes, Dis done Gaultier, Pourquoi pas! Perhaps, you think to " get my goat! " But if you do, you 'd best take note. It is not wise, to rock the boat — When on uncharted streams, you float! Gaultier! Mais si tu m'aimes, Oui si je t'aime, Dis done, Gaultier, Pourquoi pas? Allons! Tu sais, que c'etais toi! Who made the running, ce n'est pas moi! Merci Monsieur! Une autre fois! Mais dis done Gaultier, Pourquoi pas — ? Oh, si tu m'aimes, Et si, je t'aime! Dites alors Gaultier, Comment ca va! 36 Silver IV i n g s FAREWELL SUMMER In winter's arms, dear summer dallies long — Her dancing feet — Are shod with golden days. Ah, summer! you are fair and sweet. But hoary winter's ice and sleet. Will drive you out, tho' in his hair You 've twisted fingers, rosy-fair! His frosty breath is fierce and bold, The Southern wind is turning cold. To trifle with his silvered hair It seems to me you will not dare — As he grows stronger. Sweet one, he '11 stand your flirting ways. No longer! LOVE'S EYES What matter if the rain comes down, In torrents as it came today! Careless I walked and watched the play, Of lightning flashing — Then thunder roared, seeking to drown The frantic tearing of the wind. While I — You know I did not mind — The thunder's crashing. For tho' my footsteps, wetly splashed — In rain pools, as I sped along, I thought of you — thought turned to song, And I walked singing! " What matter, if the summer sky — Be grey or of an azure hue — I only know, Love's eyes are blue," And my thought winging — Its flight to you, I sang again — " What matter, tho' the tempest's roar. Should sweep the world, from shore to shore, Swirling around me! " If still I see your eyes, my own — Smile on me; eyes, so deeply blue — All else is naught, if they are true — Love's eyes, that found me! THE VOTE! " What do you want.'' " St. Peter said, When he could get his breath; (The woman soul that he saw there. Had frightened him to death!) " I WANT THE VOTE! " she yelled, and flung Her body at his head! " Take it! " he said, and slammed the gate, " / wish you would stay dead! " THE PEACOCKS The peacocks cry beneath the wall. Misty and soft the air! The sun has gone behind the trees, But Earth wakes everywhere. The mystery of love, and life. Is stirring in her heart — Dear Love, I think of you, and what Has kept us still apart. And then at last your footsteps, fall — Upon the silent street. And you are swiftly coming — Wildly my pulses beat! Sitting quietly, in the shadow, I can see your head held high — A little smile, upon your lips. As once in passing by. Your fingers, touch the little leaves That bud upon my hedge. You pluck one, how I wish that I — Dared now, redeem that pledge! Shall I always, see you coming. When the dusk is in the sky? Shall I think of you, and you of me, When we hear the peacocks cry — Still must our hearts be ever bound, And may our lips not meet? Must I always seek the shadows. When you walk down the street? Scream! Peacocks, scream! Your voices shrill. Fill all the air and sky. Birds of ill omen! was it you. That killed my dream or I? Silver Wings 37 FANCHETTE AND THE GARGOYLE A fantasy Beneath the parapet, all hunched and queer — The Gargoyle sits! Upon his lips, and in his eyes a leer — That ever flits. And flickers, in the moon's pale beam ! Side-wise, he peeps — his twisted smile — Is not unkindly. Under the roof Fanchette, meanwhile — Is singing, and sewing, blindly — She never heeds, the bended head That hovers o'er her trundle bed — Against the window pressing, The ancient monster hanging there. Is nothing — Fanchette does not care — If he should watch her dressing. And so the Gargoyle, sits and smiles — And Fanchette, sings while sewing! Could an old Gargoyle have a heart? And could Love, find it with his dart? Alas! there is no knowing! The snow lies deep and white and cold — The day is dying! Under the eaves, sits the Gargoyle, old — Ah! me, how time is flying — Who lies upon the trundle bed? 'T is Fanchette, all her youth is sped. Beneath the Gargoyle's spying — Shrivelled, and toothless, withered, grey! She weeps, that she loves the Gargoyle today. For he is lying — Broken and flung, from his ancient seat — By a ruthless hand to the cobbled street! 'Tis a fact, there 's no denying. (And the saddest part of the tale is this) Love came, cruel love, so very late — They failed to snatch a single kiss. From the hand of Fate! LOVE LAUGHS Love laughs at locksmiths, and at many more. Who linger longingly, outside — the door! A NEW YEAR'S GREETING Success, and honor without end. Health to use them! New Year's wishes from a friend, Don't refuse them! HE COMES The night wind sighs on the hill-side The moonlight lies on the sea — And the river that meets it, is bearing My love on its breast to me. How slow are the hours of longing. As they drag thro' the summer night. Unreal, mystic, and stifling, They seem to pause in their flight! Oh, Love, will the rushing waters. Bear you safe on their breast to me — To sleep in my arms, on my longing, heart. Love — that the night makes free! A MESSAGE On a tree near a grave, a wild bird was singing, Singing of Life, and of sweet endless love, No care for tomorrow, as the clear notes are soaring — Up, up, from the earth, to the blue sky above ! Oh! bird, to my heart you seem bringing a message, A message of hope, from the grave at my feet. That tears from the tomb, all its ominous presage. As it fills the whole world, with its music so sweet. For it seems that a soul, sings of great joy, unending — That rose from the grave, to the bright realms above. And the message dear bird, that in music you 're sending. Is that death's, but the gateway to Infinite Love! 38 Silver Wings " LA DONNA E MOBILE " Down the long road, one summer's day, A woman trod the dusty way, And as she plodded mile on mile. She thought, and her face wore a sneering smile, For she thought upon the shortcomings of man! And somewhat this way, her musings ran. As car after car sped down the street, While she groaned as she rested her aching feet. "A man! what 's a man? A selfish beast. He 'd watch you starve, while he sat at a feast. Ten cars and one man alone in each car — With a satisfied smile, and a fat cigar! I can not imagine, what some women see In a man, they don't cut any figure with me! " A vulgar person, you '11 think she was. Although perhaps not, as you know, because, She spoke her thoughts, and between you and me, When you 've lost your temper, your speech is free. And as each toe gave her a separate jab. She 'd have given her eyes for any old cab. Silently, softly, up to the roadside Rolled a handsome car, with the door held wide. And a deep voice in courteous accents said, " Can't I give you a lift, you are tired» I 'm afraid?" Good heavens! a man; and a strange man at that, She thought as he gracefully lifted his hat. " I am sure you had better ride with me, You are nearly exhausted, as I can see." It was terribly tempting, so in she hopped, How quickly the pain in her tootsies stopped! And not only that, but her charioteer. Spoke flatteringly, in her prejudiced ear! When they stopped at her door, it seemed all too soon, And her suffragette doctrine, had changed its tune. For when someone said " How late you are! " She murmured " Deus ex machinal " GRAY DAYS Beloved! beloved! what day-dreams are fading, As the grey days of winter, go dragging along. What memories are lying, Where the rose leaves are dying, Yet my heart like the robin still hits a gay song! Beloved! beloved! the glad days are coming, And bringing full measure, of sunshine and flowers, And time — Time is flying, With my hand in yours lying. Grey days, will have vanished, while Love, counts the hours. TOO LATE! There were Tom, and Jack, and Alex, and Fred! And Dick, and Jim, and Joe, Dear playmates all, and we danced through youth. To the lilt of the fiddle and bow. And there was one, who was faithful, and good, Faithful, and good, and true — Then out of the shadows, another came. And oh, that other was you! It was Alex, and Dick, and Tom, and Jack, And Fred, and the one who was true — So late you came; Love's radiant flame! Oh, why were things ordered so? Silver Wings 39 TO MY MUSE Come back to me, back to me, muse of the morning! Sing of the joy of Life's glad early years! Youth and Love in hand in hand, in that wonderful dawning — When Hope is triumphant, and the heart knows no fears. Sing to me now; oh spirit of night-time — Sing of the peace of the evening hour; Of the glory of sunset, the soft tender twilight. And the sleep that shall come, as a light- falling shower! Sing of tired eyelids, closing, worn out with long watching — And waiting fulfilment, of dreams that have failed. Sing of great things accomplished; of failures forgotten — And the joy of one love, before which all else paled. Then leave me, dear Spirit — for I too am passing, On — on, to the rest at the end of the day — To the sleep, that shall end in most wonderful waking — A step further on, in the soul's upward way! YEUX BLEUS Beloved, but your eyes are blue! Blue as the sky at noon. I saw them as you smiled at me. Beneath the summer moon! I tried to pierce their azure depths, For oh, I longed to see, The secrets you had hidden there, And what they meant for me! Beloved, but your eyes are blue. Blue as the summer sea — Yet deep and dark, as pools that lie. At the foot of some forest tree — I 've seen your eyes, (and loved them so) When they have smiled at me! MOTHER LOVE Out of the west, out of the west! Wind cloud in the sky! Bird in the nest, bird in the nest! I fear for you, ere it goes by. Safety is best, safety is best, Spread your wings wide and fly! Deep in the nest, under my breast. Warm my little ones lie! Here I must rest, here I must rest. Even tho' I must die! PARTED The one love, the great love, the love past expression Love never crowned by the joy of pos- session; Fate seized it and tore it, in fury as blind. From my heart, as a storm cloud, is torn by the wind — Witheld from my lips, the loved lips I would press — In the passionate moment of Love's first caress. Beloved! Beloved! What madness of long- ing — Fills my soul; and what dreams, are unceasingly thronging — The years that divide us; till death sets us free, Soul to soul, heart to heart — for Eternity! A SUMMER IDYLL In the summer twilight Floating — she — and I — Down the river, on our oars. Quite content to lie. Music of the wild bird In the trees above — Singing in an ecstasy. An ecstasy of love! Slipping down the river, In a golden boat — Love and Life, together. On Fate's tide afloat! 40 Silver Wings A QUESTION The toiling masons bent their backs, under the heavy stone, Or polished marble piers to set, about the massive throne; A splendid Temple slowly rose, before their reverent eyes, A Mystic Shrine, to lead and guide, their spirits to the skies. So clean, so pure, so strong, were they — no weakling found a place. Working beneath JEHOVAH'S eye, and almost face to face. Perfect in body, was each man, as well as pure in heart, And working joyously — while piece by piece, and slowly, part, by part — The wondrous Temple rose, holding God's Mercy Seat, Upon whose folded wings, ofttimes there beat — The glory of the Lord; or other time alone, and dark — Waiting, behind the four fold veil, stood Israel's Ark! Within a Temple's walls once more, gathers a crowd of men, A throne in there exalted, and an altar, now as then — But is there still a Mercy Seat, above the folded wings, JEHOVAH'S glory, in their hearts, or more material things? Are hands as strong, and hearts as pure, as in those far off days? And do the Temple builders still, give to their God the praise? THE ANSWER And while I questioned, swift the answer, came; "A brotherhood of men, in whom still burns the flame, Of love; bound in that brotherhood, by great JEHOVAH'S name." THE GRACIOUS HAND For five long years, I wandered up and down — The cold, unfriendly streets, of a small eastern town! And here, and there, the hand of welcome met. The fault I doubt not, must have been, my own — A stranger in a strange land, and un- known — I sought some gentle heart, that might forget — That this was so! — giving to me — Such kindly welcome, that I might feel free — To come, or go — and there to find — A friend possessing, both a heart and mind — Seeing beneath the surface — who might know — That flowers can blossom, underneath the snow! And then a gracious hand, flung wide, a door — And bade me enter; in that place and hour — I found, all I had sought — and more! A TOAST Come — here 's a toast to Love, and Death — The two great, powers that be! The two great powers that rule the world, That rule thee, world and me! Drink first to Death, for what is Death? New Life, for you — and I ! Now drink to Love, the greater power — For Love can never die! Silver fV i n g s 41 THE NEW MOON Tonight I saw the new moon lie — A thread of rose and gold, Upon the sky. Bedded on warm translucent grey. Where the colors of departed day. Had touched in passing by! THE FULL MOON A month ago I saw the new moon lie, A thread of rosy light upon the sky — Where late to rest, Phoebus had dropped, From out the flaming west! Eastward, I turned my longing eyes tonight, A golden radiance, filled the sky with light! A misty veil around her flung. Not white, or cold, or chaste — Diana, hung — Wrapped in the soft, mysterious tender light- That fell from her. Dreaming alone, I stood Enthralled and permeated, like bejewelled night Which decked the river and the sleeping wood! DARKNESS AND DAWN And this I dreamed at crow of cock today; Dead in our trespasses and sins we lay — I — and the one to whom my love was given! A scanty hand's-breadth, all I knew of heaven Lay from my frozen heart — While I, who had from him, no life apart Knew he had died, my soul to save; That for my soul, his soul he gave, Hoping thereby, the shame, and curse, to bear. Unknowing this — that I too, dead — lay there. Then the glad dawn, a blaze of glory, broke — And in his arms, oh, blessed morn, I woke! LAUGHING LOVE Laughing Love, came to my house — A thing of smiles and joy. He stole my heart, from out of me, Bonnie, laughing boy! AI DI MI! Dead hopes; dead dreams; dead flowers; and more than these — Haunt the long hours, of empty sodden days — Stretching in endless dreariness, like dankly dripping trees. While my beloved's face is hid from me. And Life's dull stream, slips down unheeded ways. EXIT AMOR Upon the long wall, the roses hang dead, Faded and sodden, summer has fled. Joyless the noonday, frost in the air. Love from the roses has turned in despair! REINCARNATED Your daring eyes again meet mine, I hear you murmur, " long admired! " It warms my heart like strong, new wine, I live once more; Oh! " Much, desired! " I know not how, or when, or where, Our lives entwined, — Nor do I care. Out of the past, — ambition fired. Your eyes, have called me, " Long desired! " Again my heart warms to the strife. Of that strange state, that we call " life " I laid it down one day, so tired — It 's yours once more; Oh, " Heart's desired! " EVER TRUE! Like some wild bird, that hears a well known voice And gladly finds again the Master's hand, So is my heart, to Love forever true — As Pan, or Antony — or you! 42 Silver Wings A CURE A FRIEND, who can understand — A love that always thrills, A kiss, and a clasp of the hand, A cure for all life's ills. NO LIMIT Come; hitch your wagon to a star. It matters not how high, or far, The goal you set, so that you keep. Your vision clear. Aim high, press on, go straight and true! Success at last! Vict'ry, for you! Life gives to every man his due — And he's no fear! RIPPLES Ripples, to show which way the wind is blowing, And in my eyes, ripples of laughter too; Surely, you know which way the breeze is going, Ah, well! it 's really very fair for you. Ripples to show which way the wind is blowing. And on my lips, ripples of laughter too; To tell you that my heart is overflowing. With love that lives, alone belov'd for you! Tell me, tell me, my own — my heart's btflovcd. Do you care at all which way the wind should blow? Whether loving eyes, or frozen looks, should greet you? June's tender warmth, or winter's ice and snow! THE GUARDIAN SEA The soft warm wind is in the south. And the waning moon hangs low — Clouds bring the promise of an early rain, A sweetness, as of roses, fills the air — Wild roses crown the tangled hedges of the lane! Distant and dim, the hills lie to the West — The setting moon reveals them mistily! Clouds silver-edged, are lying on their crest. Below the hill where lies the rose-clad lane, Nestles the slumber-sated, silent town — And over all, the ancient church tower keeps — Its faithful watch. Upraised a mystic crown. Above the place where love enfolded sleeps — So much that I and mine hold dear! Southward there lies, that strip of silver sea, That narrow strip, that kept our land from fear Of crafty foes; in ages past. Again, and yet again. On wings of wonder, they have sought, to pass — And have passed, death in the murderous rain — Of bombs and other hatefulness. Alas! Defiant of the ancient guardian sea — Great God, of all — who makest all things safe, Guard Thou, this place, so loved and dear to me! Altho' the wicked round it rage and chafe — In Thy safekeeping, let it ever be. THE NOOK Deep down, I know a leafy spot! The birds and conies know it. A sheltered nook it is, God wot! The hunter's footsteps, enter not. To Love alone I '11 show it! TO THE WORLD Tho' you should pass me by — Why should I care, Glad in my heart am I, Free as the air! Silver JV i n g s 43 A VOICE! Was that your voice. Oh! Pan, that plead with me? Or was it Antony, whose voice again I heard? When he, whose pleading lured my heart today. Like some wild bird, that gladly comes again. To find its master's hand— tho' long astray I can not tell, but this is strange and true — My heart awoke, my soul was born anew In those few moments — Love, with you! LET THERE BE LIGHT! Out of the infinite murk and gloom, came light! Oh blessed Light! That tore the veil of darkness from the earth. And cast out night! Amid the lightning's play, God spake and said; " Let there be Light! And forth there leapt; the day! ETERNAL PEACE What if the hours be weary? What if the night be long? Soon shall a glad new morning, Open with light and song. Oh! for the glorious dawning. Of a day that shall never cease. When there shall be no more mourning. In the light of eternal peace! BIEN-AIME! I KNOW no other love than you, Bien-aime — I see your face, the long day through — Bien-aime. Yet on the street. If we should meet, A brief " Good-day! " Is all that either has to say, Bien-aime! LOVE'S GREATEST GIFT Oh! give to me — The fairest gift, That Love can give — In Earth, or Air, or Sea! Wildly I prayed. Love answered me, / Look up and live! ' I give to thee — The gift supreme. In all the three! And then no more, I seemed, to hear. No answer came. And a wild fear. Beat down Love's flame. Oh, Life! Oh, Love! The gift today Is mine — I pray. Love let me keep — The little babe. That lies asleep, Upon my breast, Love's greatest gift, And — best! AFFINITY As night calls unto day, As the moon draws the sea. Beloved! Beloved! Your heart calls to me. And draws me resistless. I care not to know. Aught save that you need me! Straight as from a bow, The swift flying arrow, speeds on to its goal — So my heart answers yours. And soul draws unto soul. PURPOSELESS Wind cloud in the sky — Desert sand, tempest blown; Man! What is man. In the world scheme — Alone? u Silver fV i n g s THE SOUTH OF OTHER DAYS I SING of the South, of a vanished South, Of the South that used to be! With the dear old dusky, " Mammy " And the white child on her knee. While the darkies, in the gloaming, Sang beneath the homestead tree. Laughing, laughing, laughing, Lazy, lovely South! Hot of heart and gay of eye. With a kiss for every mouth! I sing of the South, of its heroes. Of its wonderful women and men. Oh! why did the stars in their courses. Not leave us as we were then! Laughing, laughing, laughing — Dear laughing, loving. South! Warm of heart, love in your eye. Oh! kiss me on the mouth. Blow softly, southern breezes. For on your breath, you bear — The sweetness of all the magnolias. And the dogwood scents the air As lily-white and fragrant. As the southern women are. Loving, loving, loving. Lips of the smiling South! I long for you eternally. Sweet lips, and perfect mouth! WINTER IN MINNESOTA Across the lake, longdrawn, and wild and clear — The wolf call rings! The listening children, crouch, or hide in fear; The great grey shape, nearer, and yet more near. His challenge flings! How weird, how wild! How splendid is the night! With boom and roar. The lake makes answer, radiant in the light. Of moon and star! Unearthly, glittering, bright — From shore to shore! But to one heart, the wild clear call appeals. With joyous thrill; 'T is she, who answering calls, and swiftly steals Across the snow to where her mate, she feels — Has made his kill! And I, who listen to the clear wild call, The lake's weird roar. The notes so plaintively, that rise and fall. Rejoice, in the great beauty of it all — On this wild shore! CYNTHIA Who is Cynthia? Don't you know. / have found her! Roses blow On her cheek, Eyes as blue, As a child's Sweet and true. Look at me — Smiling softly, fVho is she? I think ^0« know! MORITURI TE SALUTANT! And so you know! — Ah, God! But youth was sweet! And Love has laid his fairest at my feet. But all his passionate tribute I would give. For this one chance, again belov'd to live! Oh, Love take all! then give to me just this; Death, and oblivion; that I may not miss Too much, of what life meant from day to day; The life, that You, and Time, have snatched away! Silver IV i n g s 45 STAR FLIES Pure child mind, to whose tender fancy came — The fairy " Star-flies." Dear enchanted name. Filled with sweet memories of you, my " heart's delight." Where are you? — What your dreams tonight? IF WISHES WERE HORSES If wishes were horses, Then I should be riding, Down green lanes in summer. And you would be there! Scent of rose in the hedges, And sweet tuneful pledges Of love, from glad birds, Would be filling the air! Your eyes would seek mine. And no newly pressed wine. Would thrill my whole being. As your lips on mine! We would wander together, Where pinkly, the heather Lies thick on the downs. That look over the sea. Hand in hand, close together. In the grey misty weather; Lighthearted, enchanted With life we would be! If wishes were horses! The breezes of England, Would blow on my face Over Kent's lovely shore. And you would be with me. To tell me you loved me! And swear that our hearts Should be parted no more. The hours should be care free, Our eyes, gay, unsaddened. As in those dear days. On the hills, by the sea! KETTLE DRUMS Across the hills and fields of Kent, The kettle drums are calling, Down the narrow streets the fife notes fly, Just as the night is falling! Tr-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r- ! A little child in the nursery a-bed, Sleepily lifted her curly head, " There go the drums and fifes " she said. Oh, music most enthralling! Tr-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r- ! The echoes so fitfully, drifting down The wide nursery chimney, from the town; Were to the child but a fitting crown, To her day of simple pleasures! Tr-r-i r-r-r-r-r-r-r- In dreams she hears, the drums again, And treads Kent's hills, in sun or rain, But through the dreams there runs a vein. Of grief for vanished treasures! Tr- r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r- Do the drums still pass down the narrow street. And the children listen with dancing feet? Or, only in dreams do the kettle drums beat; And fifes through Kent's towns, go call- ing! Tr-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r- ! Oh, boys, who left the downs of Kent, When the drums and fifes were calling. At Aisnes, or Soissons, do you lie, Awhile the night is falling! Tr-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r- ! No more you '11 hear the fife and drum! Or shout for joy " Victory's come! " Beneath the sod your hearts are numb ! Waiting the " Last Trump's " calling! 46 Silver Wings SMOULDERING FIRES Men call you old, they only see The whitened hair; but as for me, I 've looked into your eyes, and know What smouldering fire lies 'neath the snow. MY OWN LAND Far are the shores of my own land, my homeland, Primroses carpet its wildwood and lea — Soon the wild roses will wave from the hedges, And all of it, all of it 's calling to me! Nightingales pour forth their song in the gloaming — The fountain still flings jewelled dewdrops afar — But the home of my father, no more knows my footsteps, Tho' its beauties, my heart's treasured memories are — Sunshine, on the meadows; moonlight, on the breakers — Voices of youth, full of laughter and song; Love's tender whisper, with music entrancing. Fills my ear — " Oh! my spirit,' ' I murmur " How long! " Were I free, I would speed, to my home- land, my own land. Roam thro' the wildwood, and dance o'er the lea — Mingle my soul, with the spray of the fountain. And once more my own land, return unto thee. PIN-PRICKS It is the little things in life, wear out our heart strings. Kill love, and turn once happy hours, to hours of strife! It is the pin-pricks, mar the whole of our existence. And kill the joy and happiness of Life. THE SUMMER MOON Gorgeous, glorious, golden moon, That fills the fervid sky Of night in summer. Shedding a radiance, warm as love itself — Upon the sleeping earth! My heart turns to you, full of love's desire — And longing for the days, when youth's warm fire — Burnt in my heart! And all love's world lay at my feet. Are you the same cold moon, I saw one night. Shine down upon a lake, that glittered, bright — With frost, upon the snow? While long and clear — The distant wolf call fell upon my ear! A woman's nature surely clings to you. So cold, so distant, glittering, in the blue. But warmed by passion, filled with love's desire. The glittering coldness, turns to radiant fire! THE ANSWERED PRAYER All through the night in bitter grief I lay, A burden on my heart — nor did the day — Bring surcease of my pain, nor any prayer Seem to have pierced, the heavy, dead- ened, air — Of unresponsive, deaf indifference, that tore My soul with grief; but still my sad heart bore This hope — that HE — who heeds the sparrow in its fall. Would turn his ear, to heed my anguished call. jj, jj, jjj jj, ^ jj, jj, And then as tho' a shining, pure, white flame Had touched my soul, there softly came — As night once more in dawn was slowly ending. The answered prayer — Peace — passing understanding. Silver fV i n g s 47 TO M. C. C. A GREAT enthusiasm fills wide-open eyes, Deep flashing pools, wherein a shadow lies; The rosy blush of youth is on her cheek, And eager, fast flung words, she hastes to speak! Faith in the world, despite its devious ways. Is hers, in human friendship's golden days- Responsive to love's lightest, gentlest touch. Child friend of mine, your life holds very much Of joy and sorrow. Heaven grant you may, Ever awaken to a glad today! HOOVERIZING I wonder! Shall we ever Hooverizc, on sleep! And so have nightless days? It seems to me we have to keep Most everything, for use in some new ways — So why not sleep? I sleep the sleep that comes, but to The just they say — yet still I could Keep wide awake, the whole night through — And give my sleeping hours To one who needs them — You! I do not dream, I do not even know. When Somnus closes fast my willing eyes; I know that I am safe, and glad, and warm ! Then, in a moment Chanticleer's alarm. Is ringing to the morning; clear and far. The moon has gone, the fading morning star. Has sought the West! Ah, yes — if I could ever give. To some poor heart, the power to rest — In peace upon Love's dear, warm breast — I would not selfish strive to keep. My whole night's sleep! HE KNOWETH BEST Oh! doubting ones weep not. Be of good cheer! Grieve not for those our lost ones, do not fear — God, of His mercy called them; He knows best — Begrudge them not His gift — eternal rest; For Life is cruel, tho' our hearts should break, 'T is better far, that God in love should take Our best beloved, than those, once our own. Should turn and rend us! Prostrate, at Thy throne, " Not my will Lord, but Thine! I pray. Thou knowest best! Guide us from day to day! " Lest all the riven, anguished, tortured, years. Be filled with hate! — And bitter, useless tears — The sole return, for all the tender care. Of motherhood — No loving touch, to cheer — The tremulous footsteps, nearing death's long rest! "Thy Will be done, My God, Thou knowest best! " GATES AJAR Then Love, shall hold those gates ajar, for you — And guide your trembling footsteps, safely through. Shall sweeten all of Death's, dark bitter cup — And lift to God, your fainting spirit, up — Death is the great, the good, the ultimate release — Eternali Love's reward! Eternal Peace! 48 Silver fV i n g s A SUMMER'S NIGHT ON THE ENGLISH COAST " Heart of my heart," be silent! " Light of mine eyes," be still. The velvet dark is soft and warm, Night lies upon the hill. A thousand men are watching, To keep my babe from harm. Sleep soldier's son, sleep peacefully Upon thy mother's arm! Beyond this strip of silver sea, And the cliffs of dazzling white, Thy father's sword shall guard his son. (And his arm is strong to fight!) What can you see or hear " My heart? " What do you seem to fear? Are there sights and sounds for a new born soul, That a mother may not hear! God! — What was that? A falling star! What floats upon the cloud? This awful fear! — Ah! little son. A crash so near and loud! I saw thy father weeping stand, But now beside my bed — What ails thee " Glory of my life " Why are my hands so red? A moment since " dear heart " I prayed, For sleep to close thine eyes. And now — how still, and strange he looks! Hushed are his restless cries. Brightly across the silent sky, The golden glory steals, Another day dawns o'er the earth, And as it grows reveals — Upon a hill that looks to France, Across a silver sea, A shattered cot, and a slaughtered babe Upon a mother's knee! " Vengeance is mine! " Why this delay? Stretch forth in might thine arm! Lord turn this hideous night to day. The helpless keep from harm. Remember NOW, thy promised word It was, " I WILL REPAY! " And " Oh, deliver us, Good Lord;" Stretch forth Thine arm TODAY! WORSHIP Ablaze with light, adorned with brass, and gold! With cross, and vestment, this, Thy house and fold. Lord, how the music throbs upon my heart! Exquisite, beautiful, perfected, finished art! The tenor's pleading voice, so passion sweet; Responses, flute-like, that the choir repeat — Thund'rous; the bass takes the melodious note. Then soft again the tenor's pleadings, float! The jeweled lights! the warm, soft, scented air. The men and silk clad women, sitting there — Enthralled and thrilled, each sense alive, awake To so much beauty. Lord, this does not make A holy, place for me! Torn, bleedmg — through the briars, I force my way — To where tall trees, shut out the glare of day — But leave long, flickering trails of dancing light. And silvery moonbeams filter through at night. Prostrate, supine — my heart, pressed to the sod. Alone — in silence, would I worship God, Who died for me! Silver Wings 49 FREEDOM Free as the bird on the wing, Free as the wind in the tree. Bound by no power, I sing, The song of the free! Carry me wings, to the East! I would stand with my feet in the sea! With LucuUus and Bacchus, I 'd feast — The wine flowing free! Carry me wings, to the West! No more am I bound, I am free. And Liberty, fairest, and best. Is calHng to me! Love! ah, your kingdom is gone, Vanished your scepter, and crown. Freedom has come with the dawn; And cast your supremacy down! Do you glory in freedom my heart? Rejoice that of bonds you are freed. That Love shall no more be a part. Of Life's need. I know not, I know not, I see — Only the bird on the wing. And the wind as it stirs in the tree, I am free, seems to sing! But something is gone from the breeze, And the sun has no warmth any more. And the song of the bird in the trees. Is not as before! Come back Love! come forge me a chain. Bind me fast, for I would not be free. Life holds nothing of worth, I would gain. And lose Thee. ENGLAND Oh, England! my country, great mother of men ! The bravest, the noblest the world ever saw. They are gathering by thousands from valley and glen. From mountain and meadow and far distant shore. England calls them, what matter tho' death be the goal; They are hers, and give freely both body and soul. Great wonderful land, that has mothered such sons. Who can face with closed lips the foul, murderous Huns. Who boast not of prowess, by land or by sea, And seek not applause for each victory. But silent and steady, and faithful to death, Fight on for their country, and with their last breath. It is " England! My country, my dearly loved land! For you, and for freedom forever I stand. I am yours, soul and body, on land or on sea, In death, through disaster or in Victory! " FOLLOW THE FLAG! To A. D. The dogs of war have broken loose. Hell's legions are unchained! And the German dogs are rabid dogs. Accursed with crimes unnamed. They are clinging fast to the Lion's mane — And their slaver and slime, pollute. But their doom is near, and they shrink in fear. Of the noble and lordly brute! For England (the Lion) is strong and brave. With a heart that is loyal and true. A heart no foeman can ever crush down No matter what he may do! So follow the flag, and conquer the foe. And glory in England's might! My heart will go with you wherever you go, . And watch o'er you while you fight! 50 Silver JV i n g s TEMPLES Where the voice of the surf, with its sonorous roar, Sets the wild echoes flying, on some rocky shore. As it flings itself vainly, Almighty! I see The hand that restrains it; my soul turns to Thee! Where the storm wind in fury, is lashing the earth, While thunder roars back in its terrible mirth. And fire splits the heavens! In that stricken hour, I feel, and I worship, thy wonderful power. In the depths of the forest, where the soft summer breeze, Whispers and sighs, in the tops of the trees. Alone; save for Thee, my glad heart shall sing. Songs of thankful delight, to my God who is King! Oh, worship! my soul, in these temples, apart — God's temples of nature, not temples of art; Rise to heights, far beyond the last farthermost star; Seeking God the great Father, whose children we are! Night is here! purple skies, where the stars gleam above. Enfolding the world like God's infinite love; And the calm solemn peace of the wonder- ful night, Draws my worshipping soul, up to Heaven's pure height. So out in the forest, my soul cries to God, In a temple of trees, as I kneel on the sod; Or alone on the shore, beneath the night's pall, I worship, and wonder and praise God for all. THE WATCHMAN Watchman! Watchman! high on the tower. Tell me, what of the night? Blows the west wind; what is the hour? And does the moon shine bright? Watchman! Watchman! whisper to me, What is that travels so fast? What cloud is that high over the sea, Are the " devil-birds " here at last? Women and children are their prey, " Dear watchman, take good aim! " Rend them, and tear them, and turn their play. To a crashing and roar of flame! Twenty or more they boldly fly. Over a country town. Watchman! up in the air so high, I wait to see them come down. Pity! Ah! no, my heart is dead. And pity has taken flight! So tear them down — those " Hell-Hawks" dread, Nor give them a chance to fight. They have taken my mother, they 'vc taken my son! Why should I fear their fall? Speed then to death the " unspeakable Hun," Watchman, high on the wall! ETERNAL PEACE What if the night be weary. And the hours of darkness long? Soon shall the glorious morning Open with light and song, Oh, for the wonderful dawning Of a day that shall never cease. When there shall be no more mourning, In the light of eternal Peace! Silver PF i n g s 51 THE LINE Oh! splendid line, that holds the flowing tide— Of hate that beats against it, strong, and wide. Oh! men, whose brave hearts beat, in breasts they bare To cruel torture, and whose only care — Is that the line should hold! They go to death, (not all unknowing, now) Nor count the cost — tho' full well know- ing how The awful agony, of throbbing life that's torn — Freeing the soul, may soon by them be born. Are our hearts cold? God succor them! Surely this little prayer. Within our hearts, could be prayed every- where! Not once or twice but thro' the night and day — This simple prayer, should fill our hearts alway! " God help the line to hold! " " God give them help! " not any needless word. But we must mean them if we would be heard. Steady their hands, and keep their courage high. Kill fear and grief, and oh! if they, must die- Make death, to them, so painless swift and kind — That only happier life, at once they find — Within Thy fold. SAND OF THE DESERT The sands of the desert are scattered, afar! Oh! but the world is old — And they shall be blown to the farthest star Ere they find the sheltered fold! Thick as the sand on Sahara's plain. Lie the dead on the battle-field, Whose hand shall garner that broad-cast grain? And what will that harvest yield! Dust to dust — Oh, the dust, of the thousands there! From the North, South, East, and the West! What God was it, flung all it meant to the air! And how do we know it was best? Oh, God! Our God! whose knowledge holds count — Of the sands on the shore, and the plain. Who fills the infinite; and numbers the stars — Give us each back our " own one " again; That not one — may be missing, and teach us to see, That " all 's well " with the world. For it's ordered, by Thee. Every human soul, craves definite, knowledge, of God's purpose in the Crea- tion, and unquestionable proof, of a future life. GOOD FRIDAY 1918 In blood red splendor, rose the moon tonight! Blood red, the sun, stained all the river's tide — Oh, blood of ages! shed for you and me — Flowing a crimson tide, to death's dark sea! Oh, Christ! whose blood for us was shed today — Guard those who crucified, today with Thee, Give their heart's blood, that we in peace may live! Priceless the gift, and glorious, they who give— Dear Saviour take them to Thy loving breast, And give them Life, Eternal Life, and Rest! 52 Silver Wings THE VISION I DREAMED I SEW two sou's Stand bare, Before the Judge of all — A blinding glare Fell on them — Lifted the lid From each thought's hiding place- nothing, was hid! Then a voice spoke, and all around took heed. So full of love, it seemed to urge and plead — Ceaseless, resistless; filling all the air — With earnest pleadings, for those standing there. " This soul " it said, " was broken, tried, and torn. It fell, but oh! it was reborn — And all it had, it gladly gave — Beggared itself; that it might save — A few — (or many, as might be.) And give them life; glad, strong and free!" The pleading voice at last was still. And then a clear note seemed to fill — The whole of space, and say. " Well done, My faithful servant; — no — My Son! " The other soul had no great thing to give. No utmost sacrifice to make, that men might live — The better — no noble deed, so high and great — Whereby it might atone for sin — (tho' late,) Yet it had tried to fill a smaller part — Singing glad songs, from out a thankful heart. To make men's hearts rejoice, keep courage high — Knowing "All 's well! " tho' they should live or die! A whisper comes, " Be glad. Oh! tremb- ling heart. " Fear not! for you have likewise, done your part! " A PLEA Written for the Red Cross Drive Down, down, to the bottomless pit, I go. What takes me there? — My will to do. The' I should die! Of my free will I go — I will not live — A slacker! So my all I give, And should I lie — Face to the sky, and limbs outspread. Then say — " The one laid here, is dead, " Died in great fear! " The terror of the grave, was his, before " He died, he feared to live, far more, "And, Coward! hear." Oh, send to him, and those like him, who give Their utmost, that the world may peace- ful live. The blessed Red Cross, when their end is near! That it may bring them Comfort, and may cheer, May soothe the agony, the endless pain, Bringing to many, strength to live again! \i they, " Our boys " unfaltering can face, The hideous terrors of that awful place, Are we too cold, too mean, to give. Of all we have — (that they may live) A trifling part! How small the loss, That fills their need with the Red Cross! AWAKE, AMERICA! Awake! Awake! America! For the whole world awaits. The War Lord and his armies. Are marching for your gates — Awake! Awake! America! Fling free the glorious Flag! Your enemies are pressing on, Don't let your armies lag! Awake! Awake! America! And show the waiting world. That you are not a laggard. When once your Flag 's unfurled. Awake at last! Go shake your fist. In the Kaiser's hideous face! So shall you win eternally. In the sun, your rightful place! Silver Wings 53 COME OVER AND HELP US! Poor weary creatures, bound and cursed by sin, And its foul mate, repulsive, dread disease. We are responsible, we — whom God has blessed — Who live our lives of pleasure and of ease. And helpless children too, they, who should be — As fairest blossoms on the tree of love, God's treasures lent to us, to keep for Him— Until matured, perfected, they 're recalled above ! The task is yours and mine, dare we not do— The thing we ought, but leave them in the grime And filth of sin, to which untaught they've come. God will accuse us. " This thing is your crime! I gave you truth, and knowledge, faith, insight — And you have let this hideous, nameless, blight. Destroy and tarnish, all that should be fair — " Make reparation, now — or everywhere; Far-reaching arms, of retribution sure — May seize your own — the tender-nurtured pure! Note Written after reading the report of the Home Service Workers in the Wicomico News. FRIENDSHIP Friendship — that perfect gift from man to man — Must I forego it — ? (My hand on this, my friend!) Not if I know it! A woman I; but still no less a friend — And yours, till death (perhaps) — Shall friendship end! "COULD YE NOT WATCH WITH ME?" Could ye not watch, one hour with me? " Yea, Lord: my soul is Thine! And through the watches of the night and day — My inmost thoughts, are Thine alway, I watch with Thee! My body's presence, may not always be — Within Thy shrine — But all my thoughts, and hopes, and all of me — Is ever Thine! I feel Thy presence, know Thy wondrous love, Dear Lord forgive, and from Thy throne above. Look down, and see! That ever in my inmost soul, and heart. I watch with Thee! Good Friday, 1919. AN ANGELUS Across the river, steals the evening light! Homeward our faces turn, the day's work ended — Soon over all, the cloak of deepening night, Enfolding sleep, again will have de- scended — A bell! a church bell, flings its music wide. An angelus — ? Yes — four our boys out there, For them — the trenches, have no even- tide, Of peaceful homecoming — whisper a prayer, " God keep them safe, for us who care! " AT LAST Green is the leaf — bird on the bough — Spring at last is with us now! Herrings, freckles, flies, and fleas. Spring-time joys, are all of these! 54 Silver Wings " GOD GIVETH HIS BELOVED SLEEP! " Why should we murmur, or futilely weep? For those we love, yet could not with us keep: Surely we know and in our hearts believe " God giveth his beloved — sleep." The paths that all must travel here, are dark and steep, The narrow way is hard to find and keep. Why should we sorrow when our loved ones leave? " God giveth his beloved — sleep." Dear, happy one! I can not, will not weep For you; nor even wish that I might keep Your joyous Spirit; God has called it home. To where He " Giveth his beloved sleep! " I shall not lose you; always I shall keep Your lovely face before my eyes and deep Within my heart. Comfort and peace will come. " God giveth his beloved — sleep! " UNAFRAID! "Oh, day of wrath! Oh, dreadful day!" The old hymn tune To my child heart, brought terror: But so soon. As childhood passed, I feared, not any more: For love hnd cast our fear, and long before My life had reached its zenith, well I knew. I feared the world's cruel way, and men — a few! But GOD, I feared not! Even in the day When Heaven, and earth, at last should pass away So safe I felt, within HIS sheltering arm. I knew HE would not work me any harm. Tho' Heaven, and earth, in flames, should pass today, I would not fear; no, not if I mught stay. Where I could clearly see — HIS FACE ALWAY! OUR BOYS With shout and yell. They tumble pell-mell — Into the water! A sudden splash. And a swift pink flash. Just boys! That 's how I know, When from my window — I watch them dash, down to the river. (Say boys! Do you shiver, You boys?) That summer's come — In the blazing sun. Their fair young bodies, so clean and strong — Gleam white, as they play, or race along. Happy boys! Will they be here soon, In the golden noon — To play like young river gods, out for a spree. Or have they gone from their river, and me? The boys! To fight and die. Or wounded lie. In the muddy trenches, of distant lands! Away from the river's golden sands! Oh, boys! What can I give. That they may live? That is the question, that each must ask — And then fulfil the appointed task. For our boys. So that once more. On the sandy shore, Of the sunlit river, at high noonday. They may race, and scamper, and frolic and play! Dear boys! Silver fV i n g s 55 AMERICA! ENGLAND! On seeing the " Stars and Stripes " unfurled. Fung out its silken folds, and let it wave! Under the sky! A beacon to guide, our heroes brave, To victory! England! America! America! England! May these two countries ever stand. Shoulder to shoulder^ hand in hand! It is not my flag, yet would I, Serve it ever faithfully — Though " over there," Even the very dust is dear! England! America! America! England! This is my prayer. May our two countries ever stand, Shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand! It is not my flag, but I love it well. Long may it wave! and ever spell, VICTORY! for us, who stand. Shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand! VICTORY! Victory! Great God! and Peace with Honor ours. Victory! and for our heroes flowers; Crown them with glory, shower them with praise When they come back to us, and let us raise A monument of love to honored dead Who will return no more, to tread The paths beside us, but who reap The fruits of sacrifice. Forever keep Their memory sacred, for they died that we Might live our lives unshackled, glorious, free! ARMENIA Armenia! Oh, Armenia! Deported, tor- tured, slain. Westward your eyes are turning, and they fill with hope again. Four hundred thousand! Orphaned! Hungry! Cold! Through their poor rags the bitter winter wind Chills their thin forms. Babes, like the one a tender mother holds — So soft and warm, upon her happy breast — Are homeless, starving, with no place to rest Their shivering bodies, save the bare, cold ground — While we, draw round the fire and thank the powers, that be; That ours are amply fed and safe at home and warm. What hand shall feed and shelter these poor babes? And who will keep them safe and free from harm? Great God of Mercy! give us grace to see In this glad moment of our victory. That if we would not ingrates all, be found, We give to these. — Lest in our direst need, God turns His face away, and takes no heed. EVEN THERE Sink sun, sink in the river! Hide in the mists that lie — Like Ghosts, (they make me shiver!) Between the river and sky! Oh! for the glory of manhood — Swept by the tide away. That flows in a stemless torrent. To the gates of Eternal Day! Heart do not break with aching. Lips! do not faint in prayer — God in His mercy and glory. Is with them, even there! 56 Silver Wings THE MIRROR A MIRROR hung on a chamber wall, As high as a man who was straight and tall. And a tiny child each time they would pass On his shoulder perched, as she looked in the glass. In her heart with a sad little sigh, would say, " I wish my eyes did not look that way! " Great brown eyes in a small white face, Whose drooping lids seemed scarce held in place, Frail little hands too tired to play. Passed and repassed the mirror that day. Only a year or two older grown But able to play and walk alone, A child climbs up to the glass on the wall, And smilingly thinks, as her face she sees. Those eyes I once saw, were not like these. A little shy elf, with long brown curls. Dainty and sweet — cheeks of rose, teeth like pearls. Again she climbs that the mirror may tell The budding woman, that all is well. And as eyes are raised, half-roguish, half- shy Once more, she is lifted shoulder high. Radiant and fair with the glamor of youth, To the mirror again, she goes seeking the truth. Woman, or goddess, she walks on air. For she has entered love's garden fair! Why should she think of those eyes of pain As she sees her face in the mirror again! " My love is mine! I am his! " she cries. Then startled, she veils her passionate eyes. A broken mirror stills hangs on the wall. High as a man that is straight and tall. And a woman, withered, and white and wan. Pauses to gaze, ere she passes on. " Mirror! " she says, " I am all alone. For father, husband and sons are gone! None is there here who is straight and tall, So I turn, broken mirror, your face to the wall! " MY GARDEN I MADE me a garden of roses fair. Each rose it was tended with love and with prayer, I made me a garden of roses fair! The first to bloom was a rose so red. That I thought as it lifted its splendid head; Never was rose as this so red! Oh, lovely rose that I thought my own, Ambition soon claimed you when you were grown; Dear red rose that I thought my own! My next splendid rose, grew so tall and strong That a woman snatched it, as she passed along — Striking my heart, with my rose so strong! But one lovely rose was left of them all! Fair as was any, sweet scented, and tall — Beautiful rosebud, last of them all! Then a whirlwind raged, and a hurricane blew, A great tidal wave swept my garden through — You were there sweet rose, when the hurricane blew! Now the floods have passed over, but no rose is there, My garden is empty, clean swept, and bare, All my roses are gone from my garden fair! Silver Wings 57 LOVERIOF MINE Lover of mine! Lover of mine! For we love tho' our heads are grey — It may not be long ere our bodies lie, In some little graveyard, by the side of the way. While youth flaunts by, in such brave array; But that youth holds all of Life that is best. Who shall say till they 've tried the rest? Lover of mine! Lover of mine! Youth's love is tortured by doubt, and by fear — And flutters unstably throughout the year. Like a butterfly seeking a fairer flower. But the love our hearts know, ever grows in power — The best of Life's gifts, since the vivid hour — That gave us each other — most wonderful dower! Lover of mine! Lover of mine! The love that is ours, as the years go by. And the knowledge that tho' all else may die — Love is eternally the same. Life's per- manent bond and surety — For Love is not faith, nor is passion Love, nor worship of purity. Love is itself, and belongs to youth, no more than to life's maturity — Death can not break love's endless spell, nor ever tear down his divinity. Lover of mine! Lover of mine! HEART'S DESIRE Two things I dream of, two things I desire — With a longing that burns like a flaming fire. Your lips my love, and the heart of the world! Ere my dream is dead, and Life's wings be furled. Not honor, nor fame, nor yellow gold, Nor would I as monarch, the world-power hold- Only your lips, and the heart of the world: For my own, ere Death's arrows at last be hurled. Only your lips, at the close of the day — Beloved I 'm dreaming of them alway! Only your lips, my heart's desire — Ere in my heart dies, youth's radiant fire. And for the songs that I sing today, I ask of the world no golden pay — No laurels or honors, no banners unfurled, Only your heart. Oh! most wonderful world! MODEST WISHES With apologies I WANT to be an author. With my hand upon my brow, I want to be an author. And I want to be it now! I want to be an artist. With brushes and with paint, I want to be, and don't want you, To tell me that I ain't — I want to be a beauty. With lovely eyes and smile. Run off upon the fil-lum screen. For dazzhng mile on mile. I want to be so popular. That when down our long street, I take my daily promenade, Beaus crowd around my feet. I want to be so much admired. Each man will stop his car. And ask me on his bended knee. If I am walking far? And with it all I want to be. So good, and kind, and true. That all the world, will love me so. You can but love me too. ss Silver Wings THE NIGHT WIND Tell me, night wind; whisper, night wind, Softly blowing on my breast. What fragrant gardens have you passed Ere you came here to rest? Magnolias and Mimosa, and the tall Aloes scent. Are on your breath. Oh! night wind. So I know where you went. You softly stirred the curtains On my love's window, where She is sleeping like a wood nymph. With flowers in her hair. Like a fair rose in summer My Love is sleeping there! Night wind, murmuring night wind. You passed across her lips Bringing me their dainty fragrance. And you touched her finger tips! Tell me, night wind, are her eyes blue. When she opens them at night? As they are in my dreams of her And in the morning light! Oh, night wind! Warm, soft night wind! Linger yet awhile, and rest — Then turning, take my heart to her And lay it in her breast. MY LORD'S PALANQUIN At noon I saw my Lord go by; Hidden, to watch him pass. Then turned again to see my face Look from the hanging glass. Surely a lovely face, so young. So fair, so full of joy. And yet although my heart was his 1 was but his last toy. Not many moons ago, he held Another in his arms, I passed his gate! Flamed the desire To own my youthful charms. And now, without a thought of me His chariots pass my door. As forth on sport or pleasure bent. He journeys through Tanjore. Beloved — I would call you back. Had I the Yogi's skill — But in my arms, unwilling held, I would not keep you still. What is my crime that love no more Greets me within your eyes ? Am I less fair? My lips less warm? Lacking in what am I ? I loved you not, I knew you not, Thought not of you at all — Till that dear day you carried me To my gate without the wall. How ardently you sought my love. And strove my heart to win; As you bore me through the city's streets. In your own Palanquin. The moonlight gleams as fair as then. On Tanjore's marbled beauties, The sunsets paint the river, with The rainbow hues, of yore. But my Lord, is over-burdened By his pleasures, and his duties. And I travel in his Palanquin no more. A FRIEND A SMILE on your lip, and a glance of your eye. Is the greeting I want as I pass by — The hand of a brother, the clasp of a friend. Where nothing is broken, there 's nothing to mend! Be, " hail fellow! well met," With the world and his wife — You will gather more joy, in your journey through Life, But true friendship's clasp, is the closest of all When we stand at the last with our backs to the wall. So give me the glance of your eye, friend of mine — Straight, and true; of our comradeship, be it the sign — That down in the depths of my heart I may say. True friendship is mine, for ever and aye! THE HEART'S ANSWER Flint on steel! Flint on steel! Oh, living spark! I feel! I feel! Flint on gold, flint on gold No spark is there; flat, dead and cold. So your heart calls to mine and I Flash back the answer to your cry. Not pulseless gold, but flint on steel. Beloved heart, I feel! I feel! H251 78 525 v^. ^ m ^.....^- / ,^^ ^^ ^yi^"^^' > ^V '>. ^ .^^ '^^ •^^ "o V*^ -^^0^ CP \ *.,,. ^^ O ^ V" O^ * o - o ' ,0 <. Jv , O " O ^ ^ Q^ ^ .r "o V^ // ^^ V * .V A ^^•^<^, <^„ * ' ^^ V *^ " » " " i^ .' ?.«" ,G ■^-^ ,o' % ' vO 0* .-?.- -^ ...o. . . ^ ^ ,G' \pc,- ,-JV . o ^°-^<^, .f' J7f; 7 ^ N. MANCHESTEI INDIANA .0 vv - ^■ ^^ -^