Richmond planet. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1883-1938, 1906-04-14

There is a delicate oriental flavor
about these verses. which would do
credit to Sir Edwin Arnold.
The young lover whose soul IS
fun OF fire and sentiment, mostly
sentiment. win appreciate the fol
lowing lines. for they accurately de
scribe the feelings of every man who
has felt the tender passion. They
are entitled Leave Taking"
Your hand I'm mine for a space
Through a brief living sigh;
The red rose white in your face
And a swift goodby.
One moment All could Il be
Lies veriest depth and heighth.
The death of my soul for me
And yOu-weu the red rose white.
Louisburg Square. one Of the
most picturesque resident sections
OF Boston, where I have strolled
many and many a time, Is thus de
scribed:
a quiet little space set in
Upon the sloping hill side where
Comes not the sound OF traffic din
To an the air.
The stately houses on each side.
The little Park which lies between
How I'm seclusiou an abide
a quiet dream.
Could anything be more sugges-
tive than this little conccit?
BLOW YOU A KISS.
I blow you a kiss on the evening
wind.
Ny dear. wherever YOU De:
Up in the North or down in the
or over the rolling sca
I blow you a kiss. but after the kiss
Do you know what follows. my
dear?
Something the wind cannot bring TO
you.
Only a little tear.
1,T
The authors admiration OF Jas
Russell Lowell SIS expressed in lof-
.ty vein OF him. He thus sings:
Steept in the MUSES. youthful suItry
maze.
Tie linkt mis- own with Shakes
pearo's lucid days.
And Camclot came 90 Cambridge In
his heart.
Where Bosaline met ancient Brit
omart.
The optimism of the poet finds
expression In particularly merito-
rious poem entitled "Tne Land OF
Hope 90 Be"
There Is way 20 happiness.
Up the road of dreams
Where my soul goes wayfarlng
BY the sleepy streams
Heart that sends you memories
In the shape OF song,
To the land OF Hope to be.
Us the journey long?
Nay. companion Of my house
In the longest flight.
Distance I'm desire is drowned
AS the day in night.
Heart and soul go wayfarine
Up the road OF dreams
To the land OF Hope TO be
BY the sleepy streams.
OF life and death he sings thus:
I rented once a house OF clay,
An object beautiful 20 see:
lighted IL with pleasant thoughts
And Life twas named by Mystery.
And when long years therein ! lived
I moved into a fairer cline,
And then my house was named anew,
For IL was christened Death by
Time.
That he is in love with his art
is evidenced by these stirring lines
entitled Rhapsody"
am glad day long for the gift OF
song.
For time and change and sorrow.
For the sunset arises and the world
and things
Which have on the edge OF To
morrow.
am glad for my heart whose gates
apart
Are the entrance place OF won
ders,
Where dream came in from the rush
and Din
Like sheep from the rains and
thunders.
This collection OF fugitive verses,
some seventy or eighty all told,
have been published In book form
under the title of Lyrics OF Life
and Love" The author has the
rare gift OF brevity and they ought
surely TO commend his poems to
those who do not like over much
/ circumlocution in those VINO have a
message to deliver. There is a df-
! rectness and point in all these YER
! ses which one who runs may grasp
Mr.. Braithwaite is an extremely
modest young gentleman and there
! are reasonable grounds for the be-
/ lief that II he lives he will make a
! great poet. He is a resident of
Boston, Massachusetts.