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# Roundelay Of The Roughneck

First published in The Daniel Baker Collegian, April 12, 1926, the newspaper of Daniel Baker College (Brownwood, Texas).
Let others croon of lover's moon, Of roses, birds on wing, Maidens, the waltz's dreaming tune,— Of strong thewed deeds I sing.
Let poets seek the tinted reek, Perfume of ladies gay, Of winds of wild outlands I speak, The lash of far sea spray.
Of dear swamp brakes, of storm whipped lakes, Dank jungle, reedy fen, Of seas the pound the plunging strakes, Of men and deeds of men.
Prospector; king of the battling ring; Tarred slave of tide's behests, Monarchs of muscle shall I sing, Lords of the hairy chests.
Though some may stay 'neath cities away, To toil with maul and hod, To outer trails most take their way, To lands yet scarcely trod.
The torrent's might, the dizzy height, Shall never bate their breath, With desert's toils they match their might, And hurl their mocks at Death.
The tropic creek, the jungle reek That steams through sullen trees, The boding wild where leopards shriek Holds never fear for these.
Nor do they shrink from hell's own brink, When kites low wheeling fly, And circling near the jackals slink, And sands stretch bare to sky.
Far swing their trails through calms and gales, From Polar sea to Horn, From bleak ice-glittering peaks and vales, To sun-kissed seas of morn.
In driving snow, where artic floe Surges though ice-reft straits, Where bergs sweep southward, row on row, And wind fiends shriek their hates.
Where the broad sun smiles on a hundred isles With the long sea reach between, And the lone gull wheels for a thousand miles, And the reefs lift fanged and lean.
On Polar trails where the screeching gales Bellow and roar and blow, And the skies are gone while the firece wind rails, And the path fades in the snow.
By atolls lean where ships careen, In the sullen, still lagoon. And crouching bushman's spear is a sheen In the light of the shuddering moon.
In the marshy swamp, in the jungle damp, Tall trees in marching lines, That echo again to the tusker's tramp, Where the tiger glides through the vines.
On mountains bleak, on cliff and peak, From Pole to Pole and Line, Adventure still they ever seek, Adventure still they find.
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# Rules of Etiquette

First published in The Progress, February 1, 1924.
Rule I. ALWAYS BE POLITE If a girl stops you to talk while you are chasing your trains, And it looks like they're going to lose ye, Just up with your musket and knock out her brains, Saying, "Miss, you'll have to excuse me."
Rule II. NEVER BE RUDE IF a tiresome guy should hapopen to call, And stay and stay without leaving at all, Just heave him out of the door on his dome, And maybe he'll take the hint and go home.
Rule III. BE CONSIDERATE OF LADIES If you were going down the street, And a pretty girl you chance to meet, Don't hit her if she should you slight, A swiftish kick is more polite.
Rule IV. EXAMPLES There was a guy named McDoodles, With a face like an Austrian poodle's, When folks said, "What a beeze-- You big piece of cheese!" Why, he'd wallop them all on their noodles.
Rule V. BE COURTEOUS When a tailor's solicitor calls at your door, Don't make him a greeting with your forty-four; Don't give him a scowl and a horrible glare, And say, "You poor fish! You bum! Take the air!"
He may be a bum and he may be a boob, But it's none of your business if he's even a rube. He's a human, although he may not look the part, Either give him some clothes or a good running start.
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# Sailor (Howard)

I saw a mermaid sporting in the bay,  Far down, far down where blew no roaring gale; About her snowy shoulders flashed the spray,  The waves played emerald at her sinewy tail; She swam a jade and golden, star-set way, Where all the rainbow colors seemed to play—  She vanished at the Swedish captain's hail  Who bid me go to Hell and furl a sail.
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# The Book of Scottish Song/The lad that's far awa'

The lad that's far awa'.
[The first verse of this song is old. The rest was written by Burns for the Museum, to the tune of "The bonnie lad that's far awa'." The words also sing to the old air of "O'er the hills and far awa'." "This little lamentation of a desolate damsel," says Jeffrey, "is tender and pretty."]
O, how can I be blithe and glad, Or how can I gang brisk and braw, When the bonnie lad that I lo'e best Is o'er the hills and far awa'?
It's no the frosty winter wind, It's no the driving drift and snaw; But aye the tear comes in my e'e To think on him that's far awa'.
My father pat me frae his door, My friends they ha'e disown'd me a'; But I ha'e ane will take my part, The bonnie lad that's far awa'.
A pair o' gloves he ga'e to me, And silken snoods he ga'e me twa; And I will wear them for his sake, The bonnie lad that's far awa'.
The weary winter soon will pass, And spring will cleed the birken shaw And my sweet babie will be born, And he'll come hame that's far awa'.
# The Sands of Time

First published in Fire and Sleet and Candlelight (1961). This poem did not originally have a title.
Slow sift the sands of Time; the yellowed leaves Go drifting down an old and bitter wind; Across the frozen moors the hedges stand In tattered garments that the frost have thinned.
A thousand phantoms pluck my ragged sleeve, Wan ghosts of souls long into darkness thrust. Their pale lips tell lost dreams I thought mine own, And old sick longings smite my heart to dust.
I may not even dream of jeweled dawns, Nor sing with lips that have forgot to laugh. I fling aside the cloak of Youth and limp A withered man upon a broken staff.
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# The Sea (Howard)

First published in The Baylor United Statement, Spring 1923.
The sea, the sea, the rolling sea! High flung, wide swinging, so wild and free, The leaping waves with their white-capped crest The plunge and lunge on the ocean's breast Like wild, white horses racing free, With the swing of the rolling, surging sea! The white sea cloud that drifts like a dream; The sea-gulls that skim o'er the waves, and scream; The dolphin's plunge and the petrel's nest, That is borne to land on the tide-race crest: And all that goes, from mid-ocean to lea, To make up the rolling, the surging sea! Can ye stand on the peaceful, quiet lea, And gaze on the tumbling, tossing sea, Out o'er the surge and the white waves' crest, Nor feel a longing within your breast? A drawing, a pull, be it day or night, That tempts ye to dare the ocean's might. I stood on the deck of a ship offshore And harked to the awesome and deafening roar Of the ocean waves when they struck the reefs, High tossed on the tide like crested chiefs Whose plumes toss high 'bove the battling hordes, Where leap the lances and flash the swords. And the mighty waves rose high and steep To the hand of the waves that smote the deep. And my soul leaped wild and my would leaped free, To the leap and the swing of the rolling sea! And my soul was freed with that ocean leap, And it plumed the depths of the mighty deep! Down, down, down where the mermaids ride, Down where the things of the deep sea glide. Down where the ships, long sunken, float, War-ship and galley and coracle boat; Down beyond reach of the storms or the tides, To the coral halls where old Triton hides! And I saw the mermaids and the mermen play, The kraken and sea-serpent locked in fray. And all the ocean-marvels that be, And the wonderful monsters of the sea. I wandered 'mongst beautiful sea-flowers, Where the castle built by the polyp towers, Where the waters glitter with strange sea-jade, And the sea-things swim through the deep-sea glade. And then my soul came back on me, Back through the surge of the swinging sea. But still I gaze from the quiet lea, And long for the swing of the plunging sea.
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# Serpent

I am the symbol of Creation and Destruction I am the beginning and the end. With my tail in my mouth I am the Circle of Eternity. Wisdom is in my eyes And the dusk of wisdom lurks amid my coils. My track circles the world And I loop my coils around the Universe. My head waves among the stars And the nations fall prostrate before me. Coiled, head upright, I am the spirit of the sea. The world-shaking dinosaur was my henchman And the flying dragons were my footmen. The ancients knew me. They reared shrines and altars And I taught them dim, dusky wisdom. I coiled in the ruins of Troy and Babylon And on the forgotten streets of Nineveh. The Norse called me Midgaard and built their galleys Like a sea-serpent. The Egyptians and the Indians called me Ysis And the Phoenecians Baal. I am the sea that girdles the world. I am the first and I shall be the last. I am the Serpent of the Ages.
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# Shadow of Dreams

First published in The Poet's Scroll, August 1929. Alternative title: "Stay Not From Me"
Stay not from me that veil of dreams that gives Strange seas and and skies and lands and curious fire, Black dragons, crimson moons and white desire, That through the silvery fabric sifts and sieves Strange shadows, shades and all unmeasured things, And in the sifting lends them shapes and wings And makes them known in ways past common knowing-- Red lands, black seas and ivory rivers flowing.
How of the gold we gather in our hands? It cheers, but shall escape us at the last, And shall mean less, when this brief day is past, Than that we gathered on the yellow sands, The phantom ore we found in Wizard-lands.
Keep not from me my veil of curious dreams Through which I see the giant things which drink From mountain-castled rivers--on the brink Black elephants that woo the fronded streams, And golden tom-toms pulsing through the dusk, And yellow stars, black trees and red-eyed cats, And bales of silk and amber jars of musk, And opal shrines and tents and vampire bats.
Long highways climbing eastward to the moon, And caravans of camels lade with spice, And ancient sword hilts carved with scroll and rune, And marble queens with eyes of crimson ice.
Uncharted shores where moons of scarlet spray Break on a Viking's galley on the sand, And curtains held by one slim silver band That float from casements opening on a bay, And monstrous iron castles, dragon-barred, And purple cloaks with inlaid gems bestarred.
Long silver tasseled mantles, curious furs, And camel bells and dawns and golden heat, And tuneful rattle of the horseman's spurs Along some sleeping desert city's street.
Time strides and all too soon shall I grow old With still all earth to see, all life to live: Then come to me, my silver veil, and sieve, Seas of illusion beached with magic gold.
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# Shadows (Howard)

"Shadows" may refer to one of three separate Howard poems. It should be noted that "shadow" was a word Howard used often, and poems exist called "Shadows from Yesterday," "Shadows on the Road," "Shadow Thing," and two often-confused pieces called "Shadow of Dreams" and "Shadows of Dreams"! One of the poems titled simply "Shadows" begins “I am that which was, was never ...," and came from a letter written to Tevis Clyde Smith in 1926. There is also a 14-line poem of this title, beginning “Grey ghost, dim ghost ..." The best-known, however, is the first in the Black Dawn cycle of poems, which also includes “Clouds,” “Shrines,” “The Iron Harp,” and “Invocation”:
A black moon nailed against a sullen dawn
Shakes down dark petals of a sombre rose;
The long lank shadows, sons of solitude,
Slink to the hills that silent, crouch and brood.
Across the East a grisly radiance grows,
And in the West the last grim star is gone.
Sons of the glaring idols of the night,
There still are groves amid the ebon crags,
In silent valleys, far from human sight,
Where horror slinks and doom, and sunlight lags.
There still are caves which know no mortal foot
And crawling rivers, blind and ghastly still,
And rocks that grip the oak tree’s twining root—
The asphodel still blooms beneath the hill.
I know your faces leering through the dark,
Your mumbling lips that fail of human speech.
The winds of night enfold you, swift and stark,
Unhallowed phantoms, whispering each to each.
You thrill with horror subtle, nameless, blind—
But grimmer shadows haunt the human mind.
From a letter to Tevis Clyde Smith, June 23, 1926:
I am that which was, was never, Is, is not, shall be and shall not be. I am unsubstantial existence, vague Being. I am Unreality, a dreamy fog floating in this abyss Of Self Beyond Self. I live but I do not exist. I have being but I have no form. Men desire me but they now not what I am Or from whence I come. I come from nowhere and I am because I came not And go not. I am the essence of Nothing, the heights of Attainment, the shade of a dim cloud that has no Existence. I am built out of the fabric of Unreality and Nonexistence and I am as powerful As Babel, as unstable as a sea-fog. Men are my slaves. Only a free man can be my slave. If a man be not free, he is no slave; And being my slave, then only is he free.
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# Sighs in the Yellow Leaves

From a letter to Tevis Clyde Smith, undated
Sighs in the Yellow Leaves
I took an ivory grinning joss,
From a chest of scented sandal wood.
Now where the woven bamboos cross
It stands where a silver idol stood.
We sat beneath the drowsy fronded tree,
From shell-thin cups we sipped our amber tea.
The Mandarin laid his coral button cap
Upon the silken ocean of his lap.
He raised a finger nail with jade ornate
And carved the sky in patterns intricate.
“And so Confucius taught,” it seemed he sighed.
“The man of virtue shuns the paths of pride.
“That joss you boast is evil’s blood relation,
“Begot of demon born abomination.”
The good man sighed and wept and guzzled tea.
I filled his cup with smooth complacency,
Smiled at his measured jests and stroked his cat,
And watched the silk worms fall upon the mat.
And all the time, fanned by the sleepy wind,
The joss looked down and grinned and grinned and grinned.
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# Skulls and Dust

First published in American Poet, May 1929.
The Persian slaughtered the Apis Bull;  (Ammon-Ra is a darksome king.) And the brain fermented beneath his skull.  (Egypt's curse is a deathly thing.)
He rode on the desert raider's track;  (Ammon-Ra is a darksome king.) No man of his gleaming hosts came back. And the dust winds drifted sombre and black.  (Egypt's curse is a deathly thing.)
The eons passed on the desert land;  (Ammon-Ra is a darksome king.) And a stranger trod the shifting sand.  (Egypt's curse is a deathly thing.)
His idle hand disturbed the dead;  (Ammon-Ra is a darksome king.) Till he found Cambysses' skull of dread Whence the frenzied brain so long had fled, That once held terrible visions red.  (Egypt's curse is a deathly thing.)
And an asp crawled from the dust inside  (Ammon-Ra is a darksome king.) And the stranger fell and gibbered and died.  (Egypt's curse is a deathly thing.)
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# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Streams that glide

STREAMS THAT GLIDE.
TUNE—'MORAG.'
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Blithe hae I been on yon Hill

BLITHE HAE I BEEN ON YON HILL.
TUNE—'LIGGERAM COSH.'
# Blithe hae I been on yon Hill

* "Blythe Hae I Been", in Clutha, wi' truest love I love thee, Jean (1818), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "Blythe ha'e I been", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
* "Blithe hae I been on yon Hill", in The Poetical Works of Robert Burns (1887), edited by Alexander Smith
# Clutha, wi' truest love I love thee, Jean

C L U T H A,
Wi’ truest love I love thee, Jean,
Blythe hae I been,
Lowland Lassie, will ye go,
HIE BONNIE LASSIE.
EDINBURGH:
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
1818.
* Clutha
* The Black-Ee'd Lassie
* Blythe Hae I Been
* The Highland Plaid
* Hie Bonnie Lassie
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Clutha, wi' truest love I love thee, Jean/Clutha

C L U T H A.
Tune—’Miss Admiral Gordon’s Strathspey.
O Clutha! wild thy banks appear, And saft thy waters glide, And lasses, kind, and blythe, and fair Adorn thy wooded side. They ken na me, they lo’e na me, Tho‘ a‘ sae sweet and gay; Fu’ blythe they be, and kythe they be. But I am doylt and wae.
How touching saft the gloamin’s gleam. On tufted knowe and fell, When o’er the brae the sunnie beam Sae mildly glints farewell. When dusky vapours slowly row, Alang the waveless tide, gathrin’ cluds o' leaden hue, Hang on the mountain's side.
Tho' placid be the closin’ scene A gloamin’s silent hour. Around my breast nae rays serene The joys o' e'enin pour; As things are gay, but l am wae. They smile, but I repine;
​Iik (illegible text) near his lassie dear— But am far frae mine.
Thou awful spirit o' the floods, That scoop'd wide Clutha’s vale, That flower'd her fields, and rear’d her woods, And bade her spread the sail! O gie her sons and daughters peace, And freedom, health, and joy: And ne'er (illegible text) blight present bliss. Nor soothing hope destroy.
For me, I’ll wander where I list, Dark as the wintry stormy Nae friend shall sooth my bleeding breast, Nae love my sorrow charm.— I hae a love, but that sweet love Wears cauldness in her ee; I hae a love,but that sweet love Will never love like me.