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# To Chuse a Friend

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As it appeared in the 1719 Pills to Purge Melancholy
To all young Men that love to Wooe,
To Kiss and Dance, and Tumble too;
Draw near and Counsel take of me,
Your faithful Pilot I will be:
Kiss who you please, Joan, Kate, or Mary,
But still this Counsel with you carry.
Never Marry.
Court not a Country Lady, she
Knows not how to value thee;
She hath no am'rous Passion, but
What Tray, or Quando has for Slut:
To Lick, to Whine, to Frisk, or Cover,
She'll suffer thee, or any other.
Thus to Love her.
Her Daughter she's now come to Town,
In a rich Linsey Woolsey Gown;
About her Neck a valued Prize,
A Necklace made of Whitings Eyes:
With List for Garters 'bove her Knee,
And Breath that smells of Firmity,
's not for thee.
Of Widows Witchcrafts have a care,
For if they catch you in their Snare;
You must as daily Labourers do,
Be still a shoving with your Plow:
If any rest you do require,
They then deceive you of your Hire,
And retire.
The Maiden Ladies of the Town,
Are scarcely worth your throwing down;
For when you have possession got,
Of Venus Mark, or Hony-pot:
There's such a stir with, marry me,
That one would half forswear to see
Any she.
If that thy Fancy do desire,
A glorious out-side, rich Attire;
Come to the Court, and there you'll find,
Enough of such to Please your Mind :
But if you get too near their Lap,
You're sure to meet with the Mishap,
Call'd a Clap.
With greasy painted Faces drest.
With butter'd Hair, and fucus'd Breast; Tongues with Dissimulation tipt,
Lips which a Million have them sipp'd:
There's nothing got by such as these,
But Achs in Shoulders, Pains in Knees
For your Fees.
In fine, if thou delight'st to be,
Concern'd in Womans Company:
Make it the Studies of thy Life,
To find a Rich, young, handsome Wife:
That can with much discretion be
Dear to her Husband, kind to thee.
Secretly.
In such a Mistress, there's the Bliss,
Ten Thousand Joys wrapt in a Kiss;
And in th' Embraces of her Wast,
A Million more of Pleasures taste:
Who e'er would Marry that could be
Blest with such Opportunity,
Never me.
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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# To Chloe, Courting her for his Friend

TO CHLOE,
Courting her for his Friend.
I
 Chloe behold! againe I bowe, Againe possest, againe I woe;  From my heat hath taken fire, Damas, noble youth, and fries: Gazing with one of mine eyes  Damas, halfe of me expires: Chloe, behold! Our Fate's the same, Or make me Cinders too, or quench his Flame
II
I'd not be King, unlesse there sate Lesse Lords that shar'd with me in State;  Who by their cheaper Coronets know  What glories from my Diadem flow:  It's use and rate values the Gem,  Pearles in their shells have no esteem; And I being Sun within thy Sphere, 'Tis my chiefe beauty thinner lights shine there.
III
The Us'rer heaps unto his store, By seeing others praise it more;  Who not for gaine, or want doth covet,  But 'cause another loves, doth love it:  Thus gluttons cloy'd afresh invite  Their Gusts, from some new appetite; And after cloth remov'd, and meate, Fall too againe by seeing others eate.
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# To Clark Ashton Smith, Esq., Upon His Phantastick Tales, Verses, Pictures, and Sculptures

A time-black tower against dim banks of cloud;  Around its base the pathless, pressing wood. Shadow and silence, moss and mould, enshroud  Grey, age-fell’d slabs that once as cromlechs stood. No fall of foot, no song of bird awakes  The lethal aisles of sempiternal night, Tho’ oft with stir of wings the dense air shakes,  As in the tower there glows a pallid light.
For here, apart, dwells one whose hands have wrought  Strange eidola that chill the world with fear; Whose graven runes in tones of dread have taught  What things beyond the star-gulfs lurk and leer. Dark Lord of Averoigne—whose windows stare On pits of dream no other gaze could bear!
# To Daffodils

"To Daffodils" was first published in Robert Herrick's collection Hesperides in 1648.
* To Daffodils. Alfred Pollard, ed. 1898. The Hesperides & Noble Numbers.
* To Daffodils. Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
# To Dianeme

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* "To Dianeme" by Robert Herrick (Dear, though to part it be a hell)
* "To Dianeme" by Robert Herrick (Give me one kiss)
* "To Dianeme" by Robert Herrick (I could but see thee yesterday)
* "To Dianeme" by Robert Herrick (Show me thy feet; show me thy legs, thy thighs)
* "To Dianeme" by Robert Herrick (Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes)
* "To Dianeme. A Ceremony in Gloucester" by Robert Herrick
# The Yellow Book/Volume 7/Jonquil

​Two Pictures
By Elizabeth Stanhope Forbes
* Marie
* Jonquil
page
# The Yellow Book/Volume 7/Motherhood

​Two Pictures
By Caroline Gotch
* On the Seine
* Motherhood
page
# The Yellow Book/Volume 7/On the Seine

​Two Pictures
By Caroline Gotch
* On the Seine
* Motherhood
page
# The Yellow Book/Volume 7/On the Loing

On the Loing
By A. Tanner
page
# The Yellow Book/Volume 7/Last Fires

​Last Fires
By Lily Thicknesse
When all the passion and the pain That forged our flesh and spirit one Are past, and sweet desire is vain, And youth and hope and life are gone,
Will then our end be like the west, Where sunset fires have paled to gloom, But give their gorgeous crimson's best To light with splendour day's long doom?
Ah, then, when we must die, we two Claim the dear earth and solemn sky As comrades in the way we go, From dawn to night's dark mystery.
# The Yellow Book/Volume 7/Merlin and Vivien

​Merlin and Vivien
By Henry R. Rheam
page
# The Yellow Book/Volume 7/Life and Death

​Life and Death
By Ellis J. Wynne
Life is a desert drear, A sandy plain; A waste, a wild career For phantom forms of Fear, Sorrow and Pain. No guide hath man, no guide— Self must on self confide; No hand to lead him on, No hope to rest upon— Nought but the grave! Man veils his eyes, and lo, blind Phantasy Sits at her loom and weaves a sacred mystery, A magic woof of dreams—glad dreams of liberty— To mock a slave!
And Death? Ah Death's a sage Who stills our fears; Our doubts and faiths engage The wisdom of his age— And eke our tears.
Hushed in expectancy We make life’s paltry fee; A last-drawn sigh, a sleep, And Death calls "Laugh,” or “Weep,"— ’Tis then we know Thy form aright, O Master! from the guise Of Life’s prim pageant, Thee, with unsealed eyes— Sum of our hopes or fears—we recognise For weal or woe!
# The Yellow Book/Volume 7/Marie

​Two Pictures
By Elizabeth Stanhope Forbes
* Marie
* Jonquil
page
# The Yellow Book/Volume 7/On the Yealm

On the Yealm
By A. Chevallier Tayler
page
# The World Factbook (1982)/Bhutan
## BUTHANBUTHAN

* (See reference map VIII)

### LANDLAND

46,600 km$^2$; 15% agricultural, 15% desert, waste, urban, 70% forested
Land boundaries: about 870 km

### PEOPLEPEOPLE

Population: 1,364,000 (July 1982), average annual growth rate 2.3%
Nationality: noun—Bhutanese (sing., pl.); adjective—Bhutanese
Ethnic divisions: 60% Bhotias, 25% ethnic Nepalese, 15% indigenous or migrant tribes
Religion: 75% Lamaistic Buddhism, 25% Buddhist-influenced Hinduism
Language: Bhotias speak various Tibetan dialects—most widely spoken dialect is Dzongkha, the official language; Nepalese speak various Nepalese dialects
Literacy: insignificant
Labor force: 300,000; 99% agriculture, 1% industry; massive lack of skilled labor

### GOVERNMENTGOVERNMENT

Official name: Kingdom of Bhutan
Type: monarchy; special treaty relationship with India
Capital: Thimphu
Political subdivisions: 4 regions (east, central, west, south), further divided into 15-18 subdivisions
Legal system: based on Indian law and English common law; in 1964 the monarch assumed full power—no constitution existed beforehand; a Supreme Court hears appeals from district administrators; has not accepted compulsory ICJ jurisdiction
National holiday: 17 December
Branches: appointed Ministers and indirectly elected Assembly consisting of village elders, monastic representatives, and all district and senior government administrators
​Government leader: King Jigme Singye WANGCHUCK
Suffrage: each family has one vote
Elections: popular elections on village level held every three years
Political parties: all parties illegal
Communists: no overt Communist presence
Other political or pressure groups: Buddhist clergy
Member of: Colombo Plan, G-77, IBRD, IFAD, IMF, NAM, UPU, UN

### ECONOMYECONOMY

GNP: $116 million (FY81), $97 per capita; 3.6% growth in FY81
Agriculture: rice, barley, wheat, potatoes, fruit
Major industries: handicrafts (particularly textiles)
Electric power: 3,000 kW capacity (1981); 8 million kWh produced (1981), 6 kWh per capita
Exports: $12 million (FY81); fruit and vegetables, timber, coal, and cardamom
Imports: about $19 million (FY81); textiles, cereals, vehicles
Major trade partner: India
Aid: economic—India (FY61-72), $180 million
Budget: domestic revenue $12.9 million, expenditures $39.3 million (FY81 est.)
Monetary conversion rate: both ngultrums and Indian rupees are legal tender; 9.16 ngultrums=9.16 Indian rupees=US$1 as of October 1981
Fiscal year: 1 April-31 March

### COMMUNICATIONSCOMMUNICATIONS

Highways: 1,304 km total; 418 km surfaced, 515 km improved, 371 km unimproved earth
Freight carried: not available, very light traffic
Civil air: no major transport aircraft
Airfields: 2 total; 2 usable; 1 with runways 1,220-2,439 m
Telecommunications: facilities inadequate; 1,300 telephones (0.1 per 100 popl.); 6,000 est. radio sets; no TV sets; 1 AM station and no TV stations

### DEFENSE FORCESDEFENSE FORCES

Military manpower: males 15-49, 332,000; 178,000 fit for military service; about 16,000 reach military age (18) annually
Supply: dependent on India
# Three Thousand Selected Quotations from Brilliant Writers/Index of Authors

INDEX OF AUTHORS.
[The figures refer to the pages. In many instances a parenthesis following the name of the author giving his birthplace and his time of birth and death. In a few cases the name of the book or periodical is given.]
* Arnold, Dr. Thomas, (Eng., 1795-1842).22, 133, 254, 364. ​
* Arnot, William, D. D., (Scot.).281, 464.
* Beveridge, Bp. W., (Eng., 1638-1708).121 ​
* Bible.15, 25, 27, 33, 36, 39, 40, 53, 58, 61, 65, 69, 78, 87, 90, 91, 92, 136, 154, 155, 161, 163, 167, 208, 210, 235, 271, 298, 302, 304, 312, 331, 348, 397, 407, 411, 424, 427, 434, 471, 475, 554, 588, 610, 613, 614.
* Buchan, Earl of, (Scot., 1742-1829).156. ​
* Büchsel, (Germany).239.
* Channing, W. E., D. D., (Amer., 1780-1842).12, 17, 60, 61, 62, 66, 85, 201, 210, 239, 277, 299, 317, 385, 420, 440, 449, 454, 481, 483, 493, 495, 498, 533, 536, 551, 558, 559, 610, 614. ​
* Chapin, E. H., D. D., (N. Y., 1814-1880).6, 20, 66, 143, 160, 251, 286, 323, 439, 450, 484, 531, 567, 584.
* Cranch, C. P., (Amer., 1813-).439 g. ​
* Croly, Geo., (Ire., 1780-1860).172, 444.
* Dryden, John, (Eng,, 1631-1700).392. ​
* Dunning, Rev. A. E., (Amer.).352.
* Flavel, Rev. John, (Eng., 1627-1691).7, 85, 92, 152, 158, 166, 226, 228, 236, 255, 280, 315, 319, 320, 329, 375, 390, 398, 476, 488, 559, 560, 578, 607, 608. ​
* Fleming, Paul, (Ger., 1609-1640).248.
* Gough, John B., (Eng., 1817-).17, 37, 46, 208, 217, 561. ​
* Gowand, C.561.
* Hawthorne, Nathaniel, (Mass., 1804-1864).183, 336, 351, 477. ​
* Headley, Rev. J. T., (Amer., 1814-).556.
* Howe, Rev. John, (Eng., 1630-1706).495. ​
* Howitt, Wm., (Eng., 1795-).60.
* Lincoln, Abraham, (Ken., 1800-1865).48, 221, 468. ​
* Lincoln, Prof. Heman, (Amer.).162.
* Macmillan, Hugh, D. D.558. ​
* Maclaren, Alex., D. D.1, 11, 17, 42, 43, 56, 58, 66, 68, 71, 78, 80, 82, 85, 88, 96 d, 100, 104, 107, 108, 109, 110, 116, 120, 124, 127, 131, 153, 158, 160, 171, 178, 180, 184, 187, 207, 212, 220, 225, 228, 229, 230, 235, 237, 239, 240, 244, 248, 259, 260, 263, 272, 273, 277, 290, 291, 292, 294, 301, 303, 307, 308, 317, 329, 340, 354, 355, 356, 360, 365, 368, 369, 373, 376, 381, 382, 388 a. f., 389, 390, 391 e, 397, 398, 400, 405, 408, 412, 424, 429, 432, 448, 452, 461, 488, 490, 491, 493, 496, 526, 533, 539, 548, 559, 576, 580, 584, 587, 588, 589, 590, 599, 600, 607, 608, 610, 615, 619.
* Milton, John, (Eng., 1608-1674).6, 309, 312, 364, 383, 573, 606, 612, 617. ​
* Mitchell, D. G., (Conn., 1822-).394.
* Paley, Wm., D. D., (Eng., 1743-1805).242, 295, 467. ​
* Palmer, Ray, D. D., (Amer., 1808-).158, 613.
* Prime, S. Irenæus, D. D., (Amer., 1812-).12, 231, 232, 257, 341, 411, 461. ​
* Prior, Matthew, (Eng., 1664-1721).194.
* Smith, Rev. James, (Eng.). 79, 251. ​
* Smith, Mrs. E. Oakes, (Amer., 1806-).218.
* Swift, Dean Jonathan, (Ire., 1667-1745).13, 18. ​
* Synod of Dort.75, 82.
* Vaughan, Henry, (Eng., 1621-1695).43. ​
* Very, Rev. Jones, (Mass., 1813-1880).390.
* Winslow, Octavius, D. D., (Eng., 1839-1861).144, 458, 574. ​
* Winthrop, Robt. C., (Mass., 1809-).425.
# Tourmalin's Time Cheques

From the fact of the navigator's gaining time in sailing with the sun around the globe, and the aphorism "Time is money," the author of 'Vice Versâ' evolves an Anglo-Australian Joint Stock Time Bank, Limited, for the deposit of one's spare time at compound interest, drawable in sums not smaller than fifteen minutes, and cashed on presentation by any clock in motion. He applies this conceit to Peter Tourmalin on the voyage in the Boomerang from Sydney to Plymouth, England, with results as ludicrous as they are incalculable ... (Extract from the review in The Nation, July 23, 1891 full review on the discussion page.)
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TOURMALIN'S
TIME CHEQUES
BY
F. ANSTEY
AUTHOR OF VICE VERSÂ, THE TINTED VENUS, THE BLACK POODLE, ETC.
NEW YORK
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
1891
Authorized edition.
CONTENTS.
PAGE
On Deck—Curry and Culture—Alternative Distractions—A Period of Probation—The Oath and the Talisman—Wavering—A Chronological Error—The Time Bargain—Tourmalin Opens an Account 7
CHAPTER I.
TOURMALIN'S FIRST CHEQUE AND HOW HE TOOK IT.
Fidelity Rewarded—Love's Catechism—Brain-fag: a Timely Recollection—The Experiment, and some Startling Results—Question Time—"Dear Friends"—A Compromise 29
CHAPTER II.
THE SECOND CHEQUE.
Furnishing—A Cosy Corner—"Sitting Out"—Fresh Discoveries—Twice a Hero—Bewilderment and Bathos 48
CHAPTER III.
THE THIRD CHEQUE.
Good Resolutions—Casuistry—A Farewell Visit—Small Proﬁt and a Quick Return 63
CHAPTER IV.
THE FOURTH CHEQUE.
A Blue Moon—Felicity in a Flat— Practical Astronomy—Temptation and a Relapse—The Difficulties Of being Completely Candid—A Slight Misunderstanding—The Avenging Orange 78
CHAPTER V.
PERIODIC DRAWINGS.
A Series Of Cheques—Their Advantages and Drawbacks—An Unknown Factor—Uncompleted Conﬁdences—Ibsen, with Intervals—A Disappointment—A "Search Question" from Sophia—Conﬁdence Restored 93
CHAPTER VI.
FOIL AND COUNTERFOIL.
The Duties Of Authorship—Peter’s Continued Perversity and its Unforeseen Results—"Alfred"—The Tragic Note—An Interrupted Crisis—A Domestic Surprise 114
CHAPTER VII.
THE CULMINATING CHEQUE.
Sophia. Gives an Explanation, and Requests One—Her Verdict—Peter Overruled 130
CHAPTER VIII.
PAID IN HIS OWN COIN.
In Suspense—A Gleam Of Comfort—Darkness Returns—The Rock Ahead—Sir William Lends his Binocular—Reappearance of an Old Enemy—A New Danger—Out of the Frying-pan 146
CHAPTER IX.
COMPOUND INTEREST.
Back to the Fire Again—A Magnanimous Return—Catching at Straws—TWO Total Strangers—Purely a Question Of Precedence—"Hemmed in" and "Surrounded"—The Last Chance 163
CHAPTER X.
Dénouement 185
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# Tourism

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# Tower of Ivory/Morituri

MORITURI
Not as Ulysses, overwise with age,
Shall we sail out beyond the westward gate
Into the unknown seas. Not destinate,
And weary of man's seeking, and the mage
Of subtle-changing earth and that vast sky
Where wonder walks, shall we sail curious
To do the last adventure. Oh, not thus,
Not satisfied with living, shall we die.
But we shall meet death running, with our lips
Still glad of the morning; and with widening eyes
Still thirsty for the light, we shall surprise
The secret under that old hooded Fear,
And touch that face with eager finger-tips,
And find but Change, who crowns with youth the year.
# Tower of Ivory/My Body and I

MY BODY AND I
My body and I, we rested
Under a thorn one noon,
We talked of days long wested
And nights in the moon.
My body lay in shadow,
Face in the grass, and said,
"What thorn in what deep meadow
Will blow when I'm dead?
And how will you taste blueberries
Bobbing in stolen milk,
Or hear Baron Thrush to the cherries,
Or touch spider silk?
How, when no flesh makes you weary,
How will you find your rest,
Heels to the logs and brown sherry,
When body is dust?
There'll be no sleep nor forgetting,
For I was lid to your eyes,
I was dusk and sunsetting,
I the moonrise.
There'll be no lying in flowers
Adoring the white moon's face,
For I was time and the hours,
Distance and space.
Spirit you, I was earthen,
But color and fragrance are
A dust and a faint wind's burthen,
And dust is the star.
You are the sun unshaded—
But I was mist on the dawn,
Half-lights, shadows that faded,
Glooms that were gone.
Where then, where will you wander
When body's crumbled and dead?"
I'll lie long summers under
And dream you again, I said.
# Tower of Ivory/The 'Chantress

THE 'CHANTRESS
Lo, the lady Margaret!
Cunningly her fingers fret
Witcheries in clay.
She is Circe, sorceress
Mulberries make red her press,
Moon-ripe poppy blooms confess
Her way.
Lo, the lady Margaret
Spreadeth beauty for a net,
Springeth souls thereby,
Springeth souls to light her clay,
This for laughter, this to pray,
This to dance the Spring away,
And die.
Lo, the lady Margaret!
Her dark hair is springes set,
Her two hands a spell.
Whom she tangleth, him they bind,
Ariel in oak-tree rind,
In the dark clay, dumb and blind,
To dwell!
Lo, the lady Margaret!
All her dryad folk forget,
Bubbles in the bowl—
April and the running seas,
Stars and rainbows, what are these?—
So her clay have foam and lees
Of soul.
# Tower of Ivory/Realities

REALITIES
I
The people of the earth go down,
Each with his wealth of dream,
To barter in the market town
A star for a torch's gleam;
To barter hope for certitude,
And mysteries of love
For passion's little interlude;
And joy for the laugh thereof.
They sell their treasuries of dreams
For dream's realities,
Their wealth of fairy quinqueremes
For ships of salter seas,
Their gods for shapes of tortured stone,
Their faith for shrines that fall,
The unknown for the touched and known,
Life at the living's call.
They barter songs for the throat that sings,
Frail dawns for drowsing days,
Eternal moods for brittle Things,
Thrush notes for roundelays,
The flame of thorn and eglantine
For fallow labored lands,
Tall lilies touched of Proserpine
For lilies of fair hands.
They buy and pass no more that way;
Their eyes forget the star,
Forget the mysteries of May,
Forget the dim and far.
They build them tower and high wall
To bolt against the spring,
To shutter out the mavis' call,
And heart's remembering.
II
Drops in a slow decay.
And Youth, a white moth fluttering,
Blows with the wind away;
And walls and towers made of hands,
And faith, and roundelay,
And laughter, and red fallow lands,
Pass like the withered spray.
And certitude grows rank with ease,
And idols turn to mold,
And passion's cup holds bitter lees,
And pale, soft hands grow cold;
All shimmering reality,
The world that shines and seems,
The earth, the mountains and the sea,
Are shadows of old dreams.
III
Is fallen into dust,
When plow and sword and fame and worth
Are rotted with black rust,
The Dream, still deathless, still unborn,
Blows in the hearts of men,
The star, the mystery, the morn,
Bloom agelessly again.
Older than Time with ages shod,
The matins of a thrush,
Deeper than reverence of God,
The summer evening's hush.
Than trampling death is grief more strong,
Love than its avatars,
And echo of an echoed song
Shall shake the eternal stars.
# Tower of Ivory/Sonnet (The Parting of the Ways)

SONNET
(The Parting of the Ways)
We had each other's youth; the halcyon
At wrist, Hymettos but a sunny sail
Beyond each morning's morrow, and the gale
Set westward. Oh, we had the towering sun,
The lift of the year, flood tide,—all things begun,
None ended, none attained; even to fail
Was tart grape under tongue, and life a tale
That should have pause for reveries anon.
We had each other's youth; why then what's lost
If we who one time, 'top of happy hours,
Found each the other and himself found most,
Finding how self in all selves blows and flowers—
If we who were one seeking and one ghost,
Losing each other, find what loss is ours?
# Tower of Ivory/Soul-Sight

SOUL-SIGHT
Like moon-dark, like brown water you escape,
O laughing mouth, O sweet uplifted lips.
Within the peering brain old ghosts take shape;
You flame and wither as the white foam slips
Back from the broken wave: sometimes a start,
A gesture of the hands, a way you own
Of bending that smooth head above your heart,—
Then these are vanished, then the dream is gone.
Oh, you are too much mine and flesh of me
To seal upon the brain, who in the blood
Are so intense a pulse, so swift a flood
Of beauty, such unceasing instancy.
Dear unimagined brow, unvisioned face,
All beauty has become your dwelling place.
# Tower of Ivory/Lilies

LILIES
Lily, red wood lily,
Flaunting fairy lily,
Lily springing where the heel
Was down-impressed of Pan;
Lily at whose throat the moon
Flutters like a moth a-swoon—
Round and round thy shining reel
Deft-foot things of Pan.
Lily, Pan's red lily,
Sunlight-drunken lily,
Golden, golden lily tipped
With dawn's drowned fire;
Lily, burning lily,
Mad and mad and shrilly
Trip the hooves where Pan has tripped,
Gleam the flanks mad Pan has nipped,
Gyre, gyre, gyre,
Mad and mad and shrilly,
Pipes go never stilly,
Hooves make eager rhythm where
The song is thee,
Shrilly, shrilly, shrilly,
Flare and flute note trilly,
Hearken, hearken, hearken there,
Shadows dance and darken there,
Hand and hoof and haunches bare
Encircle thee.
O lily, red wood lily,
Flaunting fairy lily,
Never stop the piping of the Pan god's tune:—
"Life's a music hath no word,
Death's a lute no hand has stirred,
Eternity's a rondeau in an old, old rune."
Never stop their piping there,
Never yield them—never spare,
Lest thou dream Christ's lily fair—
More fair than thou.
# Tower of Ivory/Maria Mea

MARIA MEA
What more was She, whom men these thousand years
Have loved and sung and reverenced and prayed,
Than thou to me, deep-hearted little maid?
She cradled Godhead in Her arms, Her tears
Were for a visioned cross, a nation's jeers;
Her joy, the helpless hands of God that strayed
About Her throat, the lullaby She played
An angel's song, a music of the spheres.
But thou with patient faith in things unseen,
Reliance on the beautiful, blind trust
In love's eternity of life, dost screen
My heart from my own heart's most bitter thrust,
Making my love, late stained with this world's dust,
Thy happiness, thy glory, and thy teen.