War

(From Contemporary Verse)

WHINING bullet pierces, shakes
The doors of Janus—flings them
wide—

And sleeping beast in man awakes
To watch the four dread horsemen ride
VIRGINIA SPATES.

On Egdc Heath

(From The Dial)

ONELY you think my walk—
Lonely? Eut no!
For in my buttonhole a stalk,
A stiff, sweet stalk,
Of Jerusalem sage
Plucked in the garden where that other
sage,
Our Thomas Hardy, dawned upon this
age.
Though far upon the windy heath
Alone I go,
I am not lonely—no,
With that old thatched house ben,
Rose wrapped at the corner of the
heath,
And in my buttonhole a stalk,
A stiff, sweet stalk
Of sage.

LOUISE MOULTON

Question of Stars

(From Pains)

ASK of the wheeling stars my end.
I choose my own escape,
I am one branch you cannot bend.
One will you cannot shape.

Light a battle of my own
And trust no signs above,
And I will go to death alone
When I am done with love.

HAROLD VINAL