"GIVE me a fillet, Love," quoth I, A fillet, Love, but not to chafe My Sweeting's soul, to cause her pain; Through snow and blossom and sun and rain: Love said, "Here's joy." "Give me a fetter, Life," quoth I, A fetter, Life, that each shall wear, Said Life: "Here's grief." STONE WALLS ALONG the country roadside, stone on stone, Past waving grain-field, and near broken stile, The walls stretch onward, an uneven pile, With rankling vines and lichen overgrown: So stand they sentinel. Unchanged, alone, They're left to watch the seasons' passing slow: The summer's sunlight or the winter's snow, The spring-time's birdling, or the autumn's THE SOUL AN heritage of hopes and fears And dreams and memory, A house of clay, the home of Fate, Where Death stands knocking at the gate THE CREEK-ROAD CALLING, the heron flies athwart the blue A laboratory where the wood-winds teach, Where we may read, as in a catalogue, When passed a thresher; when a load of hay; Or when a rabbit; or a bird that lit; KU KLUX WE have sent him seeds of the melon's core, And nailed a warning upon his door; Down in the hollow, mid crib and stack, The roof of his low-porched house looms black, Not a line of light at the doorsill's crack. Yet arm and mount! and mask and ride! The hounds can sense though the fox may hide! And for a word too much men oft have died. The clouds blow heavy towards the moon. The edge of the storm will reach it soon. The killdee cries and the lonesome loon. |