The Washington times., 1906-09-09
And He Came Toward Her Again Stretching

about. the man who wants % write
s3riugtime poetry for me must bee wide
awake
"Saau ] read 70 20 youe" asked Ar
thur hssitatingly.
Yes. # course" said Helen. And
read Do as il you meant iJ. ir 7 like It
IU tell you 500
"I wrote 10 for nothing but Co please
y0u," was ihe reply, and Arthur took
"a much besrrawIed piece Of paper from
his pocket. the girl seated herself upon
tEe plano stu0. again and gazeI al h.m
as he rested his elbow upon tbe Top
81 the piano ami read his lines. There
could not have been q situation iu
which the young poet would have read
them with more complete happiness.
and so 10 was pleasure to watch him
And HeIeu's eyes kindled. and her
checks flushed brightly as she listened.
for she found that the verses had
taken their imagery from her very
lips.
I'm Tire May--Iuss golden glory
Ere the uuirrT.nE sun was nigh
] heard the Wind ~ Morning
Ial"agH the laughing meadows fy.
i'm his passi1n-s0ug was thrahblng
All the madness OF the Nar.
Aut De- whispered. Thou hast Iabored.
lh"4 arr weary. come away.
Thou shaI drink a fiery potion
For Tiny poisoned spirits p8ll-
Thou shalt taste the ancient rapture
Tina. ruy soul has sought boo vain.
win tel thee ~ a maiden.
one who has thy longing flannel
Spirit Of the Forest Music
Thou shalt take her bI the hand
Lightly by her rosy fingers
Trembling with her Keen delight
And her flying steps shall lead thee
Oat upon the mountains height,
To a dance undreamed II mortal
TO the Bacchauai 0f Spring
Where IN mystic Joy united
Natures bught-eyed creatures sing.
There the green things - the mountain.
MllIgu-yuiCel. newly born.
And the flowers ~ the valley
Ia their h-auty.s crimson morn
There the winged winds or morning.
spirits uuTestiug. touched with FIRE,
and the str-aWletS. slIvcr-thr1ated.
They whose lraplng-steps ne eT tire
Thou shalt see them, ever cIrcIuE
Round about rocky spring
While the gaunt old forest warriors
Madly their wide branches fling.
Thou Suall tread the WhlNng measure.
Eathe thee IN its frcuzied strife
Thou shalt have mighty memory
For thy spirits after lie
Haste thee while thy heart IS burning
While thine ewes have strength 20 see.
Hsrk behind yCu blackening cloud bank
To the storm King minstrelsy!
See. De stamps upon the mountains.
And ne leaps the valleys high
Now he smites his forest harp-strIngs,
And ne sounds his thunder-cry--
Waken. lift ye up. We creatures.
Sing the song. each living thing
Join We tn the mighty passion
OF the symphony Of Spring
And so the young poet finished his
cheeks fairly on fire. and. as he gazed
down at Helen. his hand trembling so
that he could hardly hold the paper
one glance told him that she was
pleased. FOR the girls face was flushed
like his own. and her ewes We're spark
ling with delight Arthurs heart gave
a great throb within him.
You like it, he exclaimed.
oh Arthur, ] DO" she cried. "Oh.
how glorious YOU must have been.
And trembling with eirlish delight. she
took the paper from his hand and
placed ii in front of her on the music
rack.
-Oh I should like to write music
for it,' she exclaimed; for those lines
about the Storm King"
And she read them aloud cIenching
her hands and shaking her head. car
riod away by the image they brought