410.

The gliding cars of traffic

Slid swiftly up and down
Like monsters, fiery mailed,
Leaping across the town.

Not planned with a thought of beauty;
Built by a lawless breed;
Builded of lust for power,

Builded of gold and greed.

Risen out of the trader's

Brutal and sordid wars

And yet, behold! a city

Wonderful under the stars!

AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR

A Song of Living

1878

BECAUSE I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to

die.

I have sent up my gladness on wings, to be lost in the blue of the sky.

I have run and leaped with the rain, I have taken the wind to my breast.

My cheek like a drowsy child to the face of the earth I have pressed.

Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.

I have kissed young Love on the lips, I have heard his song to the end.

I have struck my hand like a seal in the loyal hand of a

friend.

I have known the peace of heaven, the comfort of work done well.

I have longed for death in the darkness and risen alive out of hell.

Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.

I give a share of my soul to the world where my course is

run.

I know that another shall finish the task I must leave un

done.

I know that no flower, nor flint was in vain on the path

I trod.

As one looks on a face through a window, through life I have looked on God.

Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.

411.

NAME

WITTER BYNNER

Hills of Home

JAME me no names for my disease,
With uninforming breath;

Homesick for hills that I had known,

For brooks that I had crossed,

Before I met this flesh and bone
And followed and was lost. .

1881

412.

And though they break my heart at last,
Yet name no name of ills.

Say only, "Here is where he passed,
Seeking again those hills."

Ghosts of Indians

INDIAN-FOOTED move the mists

From the corner of the lake,
Silent, sinuous and bent;

And their trailing feathers shake,
Tremble to forgotten leapings,
While with lingerings or creepings
Down they lean again to slake
The dead thirst of parching mouths,
Lean their pale mouths in the lake.

Indian-footed move the mists
That were hiding in the pine,
But upon the oval lake

In a bent and ghostly line

Lean and drink for better sleeping
Then they turn again and — creeping
Gliding as with fur and fins
Disappear through woods and water
On a thousand moccasins.

413.

THOMAS S. JONES, JR.

Dusk at Sea

TO-NIGHT eternity alone is near;

1882

The sea, the sunset, and the darkening blue; Within their shelter is no space for fear,

Only the wonder that such things are true.

The thought of you is like the dusk at sea
Space and wide freedom and old shores left far,
The shelter of a lone immensity

Sealed by the sunset and the evening star.

414.

HERMANN HAGEDORN

Doors

1882

LIKE a young child who to his mother's door

Runs eager for the welcoming embrace,

And finds the door shut, and with troubled face Calls and through sobbing calls, and o'er and o'er Calling, storms at the panel

so before

A door that will not open, sick and numb,
I listen for a word that will not come,
And know, at last, I may not enter more.

Silence! And through the silence and the dark
By that closed door, the distant sob of tears
Beats on my spirit, as on fairy shores
The spectral sea; and through the sobbing, hark!
Down the fair-chambered corridor of years,
The quiet shutting, one by one, of doors.

415.

ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE

To the Harpies

YOU who with birch or laurel

Are swift to scourge or bless
Silence your foolish quarrel
Before her loveliness.

1883

416."I am in Love with Far-Seeing Places"

I

AM in love with high far-seeing places

That look on plains half-sunlight and half-storm

In love with hours when from the circling faces
Veils pass, and laughing fellowship glows warm.