Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-07-29
SONGS BY THE POETS.


DUH gray sky
Ger which swallows ny.
And sweeps OF meadow, pnrched and dry
The twitter OF birds.
The lowing OF herds
And q riff In the clouds In the west
The sough OF the winds
In the sun scorched pines
Then the moaning OF doves ana the
whip poor wills crys
The echo OF wheels
In the mown hay.hcldR
Aad the day with qu1ver's at rest
Robert Adger Bowen. in Youths Companion.
Dirse of the Seaside Belle.
There are no young men at the beaches this
summer.
Current Item
The Atlantic Ocean is . toierable ocean
Perhaps II desirable sea;
And the waves on the beach arc good enough
But not good enough waves for me.
And the sky above is pretty fair sky
The surf there are many to laud;
But there's no man in sight from morning 70
night,
And think the whole thing is q fraud
For the waves as they curl
with their swish and their swirl,
Without young man. are bore to girl
The Atlantic Ocean is n popular ocean
With people fond OF the sea.
But the sea without men Is o dull kind of thinR
And it's no kind OF ocean for me-
They rave Ger the glow of the sunset sea
And the moon with it's lane OF light;
But In the broad day or beneath the moons
ray
There's never man in sight
Aud the sun and the shade
And the moon. I'm afraid,
without young man. are q bore to Q maid
rhe Atlantic Ocean is good enough ocean,
pretty well advertised sea;
But without the young man and all that sort OF
thing,
It's no kind of ocean for me-
Know that the poets have sung OF the sea.
AS soft silly poets will sing;
But bare stretch of beach and no man within
reach
Is very luguorious thing.
And the summer hotel,
And the surf and the SWELL
Without young man. are n bore to q BELLE
S. w Foss. in Yankee Blade
a Summer Sonnet.
I is the summer time; sweet odors rife
From hower,lips. breathing fragrance, I'LL the
For Earth's great heart Is warm with rich. fulI
life,
And golden sunshine fingers everywhere.
Bright blossoms crown the mountains rugged
brow,
And happy birds make glad the verdant wood
Where, tinklinG low meath overhang1ng bouHh.
bEpoklet seems to murInur: God Is good"
Fair roses blush. as wooing breezes pass,
And roseate clouds wait on the radiant morn;
While, from her lowly home amid the grass
The lark scars far above the rtpening corn,
Singing her Makers praise in strains sublime
Sing. too, sad heart: II Is the summer, timet
e. Matheson. IN Demorest's Monthly
Song of the Shears.
With click and a zip
] slash and snip,
And plunge through the editors choicest ex
change;
There Is Joy in the work
And never can shirk
When I'm wanted to gather things newsy and
strange,
With p chpptty clip,
, And . simplify snip,
eagerly. earnestly endlessly rip.
In u vigorous nip
feel the lrm grip
or the editors fingers when comes to his eve
Something new IN his line
Which he thinks very fine
And worthy place IN his paper so ty
With u clippity clip
And simplify snip
| ruthlesSly, rapidly, recklessly rip
-Frank b. WEIGH in Western Journalist
The Spinners.
They learned their art these weavers long ago
In those sweet days when Pan went TO and FRO
Making all other music strangely mute
Before the sweetness OF his reeded flute,
Or when In flaming forge great Vulcan wrought
Achilles armour, and Athene caught
From on the distan her fair wroughteu welt
Now when the reeds and thtckets bereft
or these god wanderers--loi their old time
ways
Are still revealed In these later days.
When in the long torsaken haunts young
leaves
Hide the brown bird. that with shy cunning
wcaves
Quaint shapen nest, or when the spiders
chain
Their silicn hammoc!is to the wind bent grain,
Or sweeter token. when wee spinning things
Await in frail cocoons their coming wings
Lucy Tilley in Harper's Weekly
Came, Saw and Conquered
came 1.-THE spangled heavens shed q radiance
DER the scene.
The dtmpled wavelets on the beach
Wooed and coquetted and the reach
OF transient Joys were mine All mo
Life was q lingering ministerlsy).
Isaw (and as toasted, great and wide
My love touched heart yearned and
sighed.
The heavens unpinned their cloudletS
black,
The silver tears gushed forth alackt
Oh, doubtsi oh. fears she was coyt
Would she breathe yes. smile, poor
boyp
conquered tAh! the charm. the dizzy sweet
ness OF that yes
The warbling songsters carrolled its
careSs.
Renewed my life. my strength. my hope
When she. my little love, that yes con-
fessed)
Anna NJ Williams, In Brooklyn Eagle
SAPIENT SAYINGS.