New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-05-06
The Coming Tower


Tho following poem, from "Thc February
,, translation Gaelic Of p H. Pearse who
t,a Monday n the Tower Of London:
Naked | saw thee
beauty O beauty,
And ] blinded
For fear should finch
heard thy music
of
And ! shut my
fear I should fail
kissed thy lips,
sweetness,
And l hardened my heart
For fear OF ruin
hardened my heart
love I quenchcd
turned my back
on the dream ] had shaped,
And to this road before me
My turned.
setm my
To road here before me,
To work that
She death shall meet
- o last twelvcmontb Germany has been yielding and
. After Of each note the headlines beginning
garv Yields" have been newspaper But still APP
.ars TO be Germanys ball the 5o-yard line
notion Of diplomatic break is poudins Dpomatiquc
- padding: which is the sagename of Bert Tayors justly
loatbed Bread Pudding
As we understand Germany cOnfuse the clutch with the
emergency break.
WHERE HAVE NOT BEEN FOR LONG TIME.
This morning Heaven, where have not been for
long time.
did not stop to see the sights
III, CLASSY golden driyeways and the great gates Of pearl
Whore al the tourists reading out Of their gude-boohs
The first is jasper the second sapphire inc 'o ''a'''uH
and so forth
made no stav for the show-paces,
Rf took the hrst streetcar to the factory
And cot off at q corner well known to me in the old days
When was a wage-slavc in Heaven.
r, in e middle of the block stood the old redbck building
Where have shaved and sweated-God how hated it!
Wei, went in
The faces were strange to me as rode up in the freight elevator
,l when entered the old worroom, the noise and smell were
terrific
And the lighting was a disgrace.
inst came in to look round-it honestly all came for
Bpt over at the window by his tiny forge
saw a man knew at work.
Shaping with strong and delicate blows
poem the anvil.
went mp suddenly % the foreman,
scraph named Abdicl
He was quiet sabby little man in Overals
And he remembered me.
said o him. said,
"TdILc to get my old job back
He looked at me- and then splinter he had under his nail
You know said "he processes have changed since you
were here.
Evervtlings done different
81 know" [ said. q think can handle the work
Confidently just like that
He looked at me- then at his splinter and said as II annoyed
Come around at eight in the morning
Well suppose I'm a fool.
But when saw that fellow at work at his anvil
Nv fingers achcd for the sledge-hande
and could feel the hard soft metal yielding itself
Taking the strong and delicate impress Of my thought
So here I au-again a shaper Of poems
Doing the poorest-paid work in Heaven
Where I have not been for a long time
London May 3-Kng George has telegraphed the cGanq
A., @ b ~ satisfied that everything humanity possible was
done 10 attain success the expediton-Niagara ais
And vet the dear old General is worried
THE DIARY OF OUR OWN SAMUEL PEPfS'
Han 4-E Powell to for in perolwagg0n ne nau
borrowed and we to and played all the morning
the Office where all the day, and waited late to eao e NV
from Berlin a midnight had not yet come % "
nome and read S. Whtmans Children Of Hope o.
10 tbo ct, where much talk of the note from Ger
many some saying this that Myself 1ouhu " | ~ ~