Produced by Judith Boss  DREAMS  DUST  POEMS BY DON MARQUIS  TO  MY MOTHER  VIRGINIA WHITMORE MARQUIS  CONTENTS  PROEM  DAYLIGHT HUMORS  THIS IS ANOTHER DAY  APRIL SONG  THE EARTH IT IS ALSO A STAR  THE NAME  THE BIRTH  A MOOD OF PAVLOWA  THE POOL  THEY HAD NO POET  NEW YORK  A HYMN  THE SINGER  WORDS ARE NOT GUNS  WITH THE SUBMARINES  NICHOLAS OF MONTENEGRO  DICKENS  A POLITICIAN  THE BAYONET  THE BUTCHERS AT PRAYER  SHADOWS  HAUNTED  A NIGHTMARE  THE MOTHER  IN THE BAYOU  THE SAILORS WIFE SPEAKS  HUNTED  A DREAM CHILD  ACROSS THE NIGHT  SEA CHANGES  THE TAVERN OF DESPAIR  COLORS AND SURFACES  A GOLDEN LAD  THE SAGE AND THE WOMAN  NEWS FROM BABYLON  A RHYME OF THE ROADS  THE LAND OF YESTERDAY  OCTOBER  CHANT OF THE CHANGING HOURS  DREAMS AND DUST  SELVES  THE WAGES  IN MARS WHAT AVATAR  THE GODMAKER MAN  UNREST  THE PILTDOWN SKULL  THE SEEKER  THE AWAKENING  A SONG OF MEN  THE NOBLER LESSON  AT LAST  LYRICS  KING PANDION HE IS DEAD  DAVID TO BATHSHEBA  THE JESTERS  MARY MARY QUITE CONTRARY  THE TRIOLET  FROM THE BRIDGE  PALADINS PALADINS YOUTH NOBLEHEARTED  MY LANDS NOT THINE  TO A DANCING DOLL  LOWER NEW YORKA STORM  AT SUNSET  A CHRISTMAS GIFT  SILVIA  THE EXPLORERS  EARLY AUTUMN  TIME STEALS FROM LOVE  THE RONDEAU  VISITORS  THE PARTING  AN OPEN FIRE  REALITIES  REALITIES  THE STRUGGLE  THE REBEL  THE CHILD AND THE MILL  SIC TRANSIT GLORIA MUNDI  THE COMRADE  ENVOI  PROEM  SO LET THEM PASS THESE SONGS OF MINE  So let them pass these songs of mine  Into oblivion nor repine  Abandoned ruins of large schemes  Dimmed lights adrift from nobler dreams  Weak wings I sped on quests divine  So let them pass these songs of mine  They soar or sink ephemeral  I care not greatly which befall  For if no song I eer had wrought  Still have I loved and laughed and fought  So let them pass these songs of mine  I sting too hot with life to whine  Still shall I struggle fail aspire  Lose God and find Gods in the mire  And drink dreamdeep lifes heady wine  So let them pass these songs of mine  DAYLIGHT HUMORS  THIS IS ANOTHER DAY  I AM mine own priest and I shrive myself  Of all my wasted yesterdays  Though sin  And sloth and foolishness and all ill weeds  Of error evil and neglect grow rank  And ugly there I dare forgive myself  That error sin and sloth and foolishness  God knows that yesterday I played the fool  God knows that yesterday I played the knave  But shall I therefore cloud this new dawn oer  With fog of futile sighs and vain regrets  This is another day  And flushed Hope walks  Adown the sunward slopes with golden shoon  This is another day and its young strength  Is laid upon the quivering hills until  Like Egypts Memnon they grow quick with song  This is another day and the bold world  Leaps up and grasps its light and laughs as leapt  Prometheus up and wrenched the fire from Zeus  This is another dayare its eyes blurred  With maudlin grief for any wasted past  A thousand thousand failures shall not daunt  Let dust clasp dust death deathI am alive  And out of all the dust and death of mine  Old selves I dare to lift a singing heart  And living faith my spirit dares drink deep  Of the red mirth mantling in the cup of morn  APRIL SONG  FLEET across the grasses    Flash the feet of Spring  Piping as he passes  Fleet across the grasses  Follow lads and lasses    Sing world sing  Fleet across the grasses    Flash the feet of Spring  _Idle winds deliver    Rumors through the town  Tales of reeds that quiver  Idle winds deliver  Where the rapid river    Drags the willows down  Idle winds deliver    Rumors through the town_  In the country places    By the silver brooks  April airs her graces  In the country places  Wayward April paces    Laughter in her looks  In the country places    By the silver brooks  _Hints of alien glamor    Even reach the town  Urban muses stammer  Hints of alien glamor  But the citys clamor    Beats the voices down  Hints of alien glamor    Even reach the town_      THIS EARTH IT IS ALSO A STAR  WHERE the singers of Saturn find tongue    Where the Galaxys lovers embrace  Our world and its beauty are sung    They lean from their casements to trace    If our planet still spins in its place  Faith fables the thing that we are    And Fantasy laughs and gives chase  This earth it is also a star  Round the sun that is fixed and hung    For a lamp in the darkness of space  We are whirled we are swirled we are flung    Singing