Weekly Arizona journal-miner., 1903-06-03

By DIR. S. NJ. Wright.
My favorite poet wrote verse, of
which the theme was fine, for it con-
tanned, not filling, fiat, but thought
in ev'ry line. The verse was written
all in blank, heroic, stately lines,
yet, somehow, when read it DER, l
thought it needed rhymes.
The vein of sadness it contained
and beauty flowing DER; alb, let me
tell you friends it was, poetic to the
core! 1 did not dare improvement
lest l might produce jar, but simply
did it DER in rhymes and just below
they are. You'll find, 1 traced not
ev'ry thought nor penciled ev'ry
shade, but caught the spirit of the
verse and gave it rhymthic aid.
Whose life can be so dark and wrong
That he can have no pleasure
Reviewing hours of love and song
At times of rest and leisure?
Who lost loved ones in lapse of years
But finds relief in silent tears
OF sorrow yet pleasure?
IT'S by the past good men are made
And shall we not accept its aid!
THE VERSION.
("To Helen.")
l saw thee once long years ago,
| would not say how long
Twas on July night, aglow
With moonlight, love and song.
There fell a silv'ry silken veil
OF light that made thee, love, look
pale.
Yet thou vast blithe and strong
And so in tropic slumbering air,
The muses. came to aid the fair.
On tiptoe did the slightest swell
OF breezes move at all
As if, they too, would court the spell,
OF golden moments, all;
And so 1 stood, attracted there
To breathe the incense laden air
From DER the garden wall
For roses by the thousands grew
In that enchanted garden, too.
Clad all in white on violet bank,
1 saw thee half reclining,
While silv'ry moonbeams softly sank
Midst flowers and vines entwining.
On that midnight, was it not fate
That babe me pause before that gate
To breathe incense refining!
No footstep stirred but silent kept
And all the hated world then slept
Save only thee and me all slept.
Oh, God why must it be
My heart thus beating at these words
Save only thee and me!
1 paused-and then, just what feared,
One instant more all disappeared;
Could fate so cruel be?
Why should the pearly, lustrous moon,
Withdraw her precious light so SOON
The messy banks and happy flowers,
We're seen by me no more:
The roses odors from the bowers,
So lately waiting DER,
Died in tn adoring arms of air;
And-all expired save thee so fair:
Save less than thee Lenore-
Save only liquid eyes divine,
Which met and captivated mine.
Only thine eyes remained for me;
They did not-would not go,
They never yet have gone: and see!
What blessings from them flow;
lighting my lonely path at night.
Leaving me not. like hopes once
bright,
Nor will they ever go.
Electric like, they cleanse and fire
My heart to nobler deeds and higher.
l saw but them until the moon
Sank in the silent west.
What wild heart hist'ries showed thus
soon,
Enwrote upon so blest-
Those crystalline celestial spheres
To haunt my memory for years.
How dark woe but blest,
How hopes sublime! swelling tide,
How silently sea of pride
Ambition daring, and how strong
How fathomlessly deep!
Is thy capacity for song
And love that cannot sleep.
But later pale Dian sank from sight,
In couch of thunder cloud that night.
And here my heart did leap
For thou, a ghost amidst the trees,
Did'st glide away like vanished
breeze.
And then l thought
OH when the Meek shall own the
EARTH
And believe they will
I'll see thee in light and worth
That ev'r hope will fill.
1 know, know that we shall see
The age when that glad time will be d;
Till then, oh, heart be still!
There, no sad fate can make afraid
And meier one hope shall be delayed.
DISASTROUS WRECKS.
Carelessness is responsible for many