You will be laughing now, remembering
I called you once Dead World, and barren thing,
Yes, so we named you then,
You, far more wise
Than to give life to men."
Over the field, that there
Gave back the skies
A shattered upward stare
From blank white eyes,--
Striving awhile, through many a bleeding dune
Of throbbing clay, but dumb and quiet soon,
She looked; and went her way--
The Harvest-Moon.
JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEAODY
HORSEMAN SPRINGING
FROM THE DARK: A DREAM
"HORSEMAN, springing from the dark,
Horseman, flying wild and free,
Tell me what shall be thy road
Whither speedest far from me?"
"From the dark into the light,
From the small unto the great,
From the valleys dark I ride
O'er the hills to conquer fate!"
"Take me with thee, horseman mine!
Let me madly rode with thee!"
As he turned I met his eyes,
My own soul looked back at me!
LILLA CABOT PERRY
THREE QUATRAINS
THE CUP
SHE said, "Lift high the cup!"
Of her arm's weariness she gave no sign,
But, smiling, raised it up
That none might see or guess it held no wine.
FORGIVE ME NOT!
FORGIVE me not! Hate me and I shall know
Some of Love's fire still burns within your breast!
Forgiveness finds its home in hearts at rest,
On dead volcanoes only lies the snow.
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