The daily morning journal and courier., 1901-09-07
NEW fUBLICITIONS


 NEW FUBLICATIONS.
 The Queens Chronicler is the title of a book of poems of 1O7 pages bya Ste phen Gwynn, published by John Lane New York and London. For sale by T. Ii. Pease & Son. Of these poems the queens Chronicler was published in the | Anglo-Saxon Review Known and I Unknown in Blackwood's; Clifford s Grave, in Macmillan's Magazine; and the Woman of Beare formed part of an article in the Fortnightly Review. Almost all the other verses have been 1 included in some notable weekly or monthly publication A majority of the pieces appeared in the Spectator. The author is of the Gaelic poets of the new school and his poems, those upon Irish themes, have the true poetic ring and appeal to the heart. One of the | most affecting and beautiful of these effusions, and which shows him per- haps at his best, Is the folowng | Ireland oh, Ireland! center of my long,
 ings, Country of my fathers, home of my heart Over seas you call me: Why an ex- ile from me? Wherefore sea-severed, long leagues apart?"
 sea depths, Hears the river call him, scents out
 the land.
 Leaps and rejoices in the meeting of
 the waters,
 Breasts weir and torrent, nests him in the sand; Lives there and loves; yet with the
 years returning,
 Rusting in the river, pines for the sea, Sweeps back again to the ripple of the
 tide way,
 Roamer of the waters, vagabond and
 free.
 rivers;
 London is my ocean, murmurous and
 deep
 Tossing and vast; yet through the roar
 of London
 Comes to me thy summons, calls me
 in my sleep. Pearly are the skies in the country of
 my fathers,
 Purple are thy mountains, home of
 my heart, Mother of my yearning, love of all my
 longings
 Keep me in remembrance long
 leagues apart.
 The title poem is inspired by the life and loves and bloody death of Mary Queen of Scots.
 Deirdre Wed and Other Poems is the title of striking new book of 1O7 pages by Herbert Trench, the Irish poet. published by John Lane, New York and Price $t.00. It is striking in that it has many touches of genuine po etry and flashes of poetic fire which go far to atone for its frequent mystical and difficult passages that might far better have been made easily intelligi- | ble. Despite this drawback the poems, as said, display flashes of genius. | Deirdre Wed is an ancient Irish legend and is the chief poem of the book, and | the reader will do we'll to read the au- thor's prose notes on the subject at the | end of the book before reading the po- en. By so doing he will grasp the keys | of the poets intention and of the situ- aton in general Mir Trench needs to cultivate simplicity and directness of | and avoid his frequent cir ,uitous routes of expression. This done, his verses will appeal with much greater force to the reader and save much groplng for the meaning. Never .heless the poetic fire is there, the gift divine. A specimen sonnet of striking strength and vigor Is the following:
 THE MAN DIGGING. The isle was barren. Far as hawk may In moors it roll'd up to headland bare Save for one narrow patch, by ceaseless
 care sumptuous with corn. Against the sky
 Man Digging the waste saw--bow'd vete-
 ran. A stubborn spade he drove in stubborn
 ground And soil and rock flung sheer without
 sound Over the bleak edge. .. Then
 anew began, You, who have lodged in the teeth of
 the abyss Tour cabin low, and triumph rich in
 thts Nrung from the ocean-bitter noun
 tain side. What help'd you most to bring such
 treasure out?" Ie stood, and after scrutiny replied, The thing on which lean, the Spade
 of Doubt"
 A single selection from the closing ines of Deirdre Wed is also given, as Illustrative of the rugged strength which crops out in many passages in his Celtic poem relative to days as far ack as when the Druids lived and hrove: ,ome. let us make love deathless, thou
 and l. Seeing that our footing on the earth
 is brief eeng that her multitudes sweep out
 to die Mocking at all that passes their be-
 lief. Or standard of our love not theirs we :,
 take:
 If we go hence to-day I'll the high cup that is so soon to !.
 break