The sun., 1903-08-01


cold, dead to our inadequate senses Is the
mould OF the earth, but the essence Of life
Is in II.
Infused with The Spark. my shell
Palned with tho mighty swell
OF being and life that woke
Travelled; hbres broke.
Green shoots slender,
Powerful. though most tender.
Pushed upward-a crust gave way
Earth opened-and saw day
In the summer days, blessed by the sun
and the rain, the wheat grows and rejoices.
1t turns from green to gold, and awaits
the reapers
See the sturdy forms.
Big ana sturdy and strong and browh
The sinewy arms,
The naked chest. where the shirt falls down,
The blue veins swollen the sweat OF toll
The sweat of brow and the earth cast look.
The coarse shoes. red with the furrow's soil,
The kn0tted hands.
The Field Is the book
These fingers turn and these eyes pursue
There is some lament for the reaper
which ia not in keeping with the general
tone of the poem, and which his case, ac-
cording to the recent news from Kansas,
hardly calls for. Duly the fallen wheat
is gathered and bound.
On the bare brown land,
In level. close bound sheaves we stand
And this Is the end.
TIL the nne. dry nlm from the blades unfurled
And we go forth.
From East to West, from South to North.
Bread-for the world.
A number Of ballads follow among them
the story Of Guldemar, whom the King
would reward, and to whom he promised
the lady Of his desire. no matter whether
she was already married or not. II she
had husband he could be duly attended
to.
The holy cross" the King said. "and our word
| Are linked promised This same night shall stir
great host for the Holy Sepulchre.
| The man who keeps thy souls and loves apart,
| As accursed spirit banlshed from a shrine,
Must bind the crusade cross upon his heart.
And wind a pilgrim way from thee and thine"
The wicked device Of King David over
| again, and this King in the ballad wished
presently that he had not pledged himself
| to II, for Guldemar said that he loved the
| Queen. The King in the ballad, however,
was as good as his word
| Without. the stony courts rang with the feet
| OF steel shod mcl and horses changing shoe.
And yellow torches flashed their brilllance through
Dim corridor and winding way remote.
High In the bcfry rang a faint peal sweet.
! As silver bells spelt out a marriage note.
The red cross blaEed on breast and banner white.
Shouted the warder at the castle moat
"'ro arms The King rides TO the wars to night
In the ballad called "Laurens Villa"
Germaine died from natural causes, but
il was believed that her lover killed her.
He records:
turned
And kissed her TIL the fires burned
In fame 10 Eros. And she slept
l'ntll the hNshcd white morning crept
And with Imprisoned sunlight came
To wake with matin sword OF flame
Half sleeping. | essayed TO fnd
Her lips and with warm hands to bind
Her fast with her bright hair; then watch
The melowing of the caves and thatch
Under the morning. She was cold
clasped within my trembling hold
Bcauty's bright lamp extlngu.shed!
Her lily limbs and flower head
Were as the unsunncd dawn Is cold.
And white as was the plcatrd heavy fold
OF her close, cllngng linen gown.
Her cyelids softly folded down
Over the azure shining through
That Knocked the heavenly sky with bluel
God knoweth how listened close
To her lips lovely parting rose.
Lest one fine breath should Stlr-And bid
The uplifting of a heavy I'D.
Or wake again that silent heart
Whence fell the linen folds apart.
Under the puiseless hills OF snow
Where Strayed the blue veins TO and fro
No breath should ever stir again.
But "only the doves were witnesses.
and his story was never believed. Ger
tainly he slew Iaurens to obtain her She
said to him the night Of her death; when
Ia,wens died, thy sword that let his life
out, with his red blood wet. let in the light
to me-" There are many love songs. OF
the one entitled an the Window we may
quote these two stanzas:
on my love comes to me 70 night
After the weary days.
And must trim the candle bright
And Hight cheerful blaze.
His kiss upon my palm he left;
hold Its message still
Long days have made his soul bcrefi:
To night he takes his MI
Not always is the blaze OF the poet q
candles so cheerful, as we may see In the
poem called LES Revenants":
Ny only light is candle light
From candles ntIy set
In SconCcS dazzling
Long threads. half melting, cling
To snowy candle masts. and fret
The straight slim fornS and shall sit
Alone until the Spirit srs
These lily lights for they conjurersl.
From the high corners shadows nit
Across the floor; and One shall bring
Back all my soul has loved and missed.
And the dim others fade when We have kissed.
But one remains. and | am one with IL.
My only light !s candle light
From candles burning down
TIL each flame flckcrs into night.
l. 1t the perfume slight
From shadow hair and gown
tnSeals my long locked senses? or
Light touching hands and lips that MI
For me the waste Of time. carcss until
live as have lived before,
My only light shall be the candies light
To summon shades and mysteries
Untl my solitary spirit sees
Your shadow steal across the silent floor
That is n very good poem, and in our
opinion Miss Van Worst is to be con-
graduated. There is much in the book
that is worthy Of praise. We like poems
that have something TO tell-what we
may call readable poems. These are
readable, They flow well. They have
good phrases. They denote and express
feeling, We have been pleased by them.
Aut photography Of a THIEF.