The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-08
OFFERINGS OF THE POETS.
The Fires Witchery.

The Fires Witchery.
The backlog glows on its ruddy throne:
The forestick sits at its feet and chants.
While the flame keeps time to the monotone
And the wavering shadows leap and
dance
Winter without, and the clamorous blast
Shakes the door with an angry hand.
And the air all chill. and the sky o'ercast.
And snow lying fallow Ger all the land.
Winter without and its madding din:
But Natures wonderful witchcraft gives
To u.s. who circle the hearth, within.
All the old summers lost fugitives.
For deep in the heart of our flrewood lies
a part of the warmth of each summer
day,
And a hint OF each tint of the summer
skies,
From the rosy dawn. to the twilight. gray.
The bright flame mimics the bees low
strain
And the sparrow's chatter; the merry
spark :
That springs aloft. with its glad refrain.
Re-eehoes the song OF the soaring lark.
And the dusky shadows that haunt the wall.
And the smoke, enwreathing the chimney
side.
And the ashen castles. that crumble and
fall
They are the dreams of the eventide.
They are the fast-feeting dreams of yore.
That came when the summer stars grew
bright.
And again. we are dreaming them. DER and
4. Ger,
In silence. here. round the hearth.
tonight.
Winter without. and the clamorous blast
Shaking the door with an angry hand.
And youth and summertime so long past.
And snow lying fallow DER all the land!
Paris. III. e. o. Laughhn-
At sunset.
After long waiting in wintry weather,
When snowfiakes feather the hill and
plain,
You and / by the hearth together
welcome the sunset light again.
Sigh no more, for the west is clearing.
with dark clouds veering TO leeward far,
The crescent moon through the azure steer
ing.
Outward bound to the evening star!
Smile, dear heart. DER the days dull fret
ting,
And cares besettlng the heart and brain;
Grieve no more DER loves forgetting,
And youths lost glory. and LIES dear
pain!
Drift with me into idle dreaming
On sunsets cleaning along the west;
Say, tits celestial radiance streaming
Gates ajar to the Land of Rest.
Juliet v. Strauss.
Rockville. Ind.
!! The Sonnet.
There is delight in singing. tho none
y ~ hear
& Beside the singer"
I Walter Savage Lander.
To sit In midnight solitude and trace
! A twinsng sonnet through it's madness
on subtle melody and sweet excess
OF rhymes recurrent, and to keep in pace
{ With fts elastic feet and fiexile grace,
To me Is pleasure more than one can guess
Who drawls 1t with dsinterestedness.
( When daylight dips the world into his face.
i love the sonnets very ebb and flow.
/ It's short, swift motion-its impetuous
dash
{ Against the sestet, and its slow rebound
Like wind-whipped pillows that to land
ward so.
I Ut leaps along beneath the masters lash.
Till beaten backward like a baffled hound.
+ s,r. James Newton Matthews.
Dawn and Dusk.
When myriad golden censers turn
Above world Of murk,
Then palaces TO prisons turn. pc
And rest is lost in work. 10
( When pink and silver chariots ride
Through heaven--twelve abreast,
Then prison portals open wide
To palaces OF rest.
Emma Carleton.
New Albany. Ind.
Compensation.
In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat
I, bread, s.
And the stairway is long thy feet must
tread,
But the food is sweet that is hardly won,
And the view NEST fair when the climb
ing,s done.
indianapolis. May w. Donnan.
54 80 An Old song.
(The Song of Solomon, v, 2-5)
Love have wandered weary way,
a weary way for thee
The east is wan with the smile or the day
Open thy door to me!
That falls firm the cedar tree;
The shadows are dark; but the east Is
Open thy door to me!
The stones of the road have bruised my
feet,