Anthology of Recent Colby Verse by Colby College Libraries

AN ANTHOLOGY OF RECENT COLBY VERSE

ANTHOLOGY of

RECENT COLBY VERSE

ANTHOLOGY of

RECENT COLBY VERSE COMPILED

NORRIS POTTER, ]R.

WITH AN INTJ.()OUCTJON BY

MERLE Editor of th~

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COLBY ECHO ASSOCIATION WATERVILLE, MAIN£

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to PROFESSOR CECIL A. ROLLINS -ruhoJe patiettce and crzticum haJ fanned many a fteh!~ lyric }lam~

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MR. MERLE CRO\VELL,

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THE CoLLEGE BooK STORE

THE CoLBY

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INTRODUCTION ''To take, with beauty-tortured hands, the word nd mold it to a mi ~ io1t "' weet and I.Jtrong路-'' .A

I quote from one of the verses in this volume because the line seem to me so true to the part a poet play 路 in the drama of literature. Poetry is emotion crystallized in words. Emotionless vel\ e wot1ld be 110 ver e at all. Very likely thi i \vhy the bulk of the world' poetry has been the proclt1ct of youth. In youth, emotions are quick, re pousive, resurgent. There i a glamour abotlt this bt1sine s of life - a g路lamour which time tend to tarnish. Ideals (and illusio11 ) are preciou things. Things to fight for. Or to write for. And so we'' go to it!"

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to the poet come the econd birth. He recreates bis emotio11s into the witchery of words.

I callllot imagine an llninteresting book of college underg路raduate verse. It has been struck off while the iron is hot. Imperfections it may have, and \\rill have, but to the young, who love life much, life ca11 'vell be lenient. This ''Anthology of Recent Colby Verse'' merits the attention of everyone interested in poetry-or in ColbJ. It contains, perhaps, no great poem" ; but it contains many interesting路 ones.

'JI o -.f of the poem 路 are l1ort. I take the hint. :h{EB.LE CROWELL .

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ARRANGEMENT Section One Poems of Nature Morning Verse Miriam, Amorist

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Songs of Maine I Season's Bestowal-Waterville II Kennebunkport-A Sonnet III Recitative for Voice and Mandolin (Messalonskee River) ...... . IV Kennebec River v China Lake . VI Maine Farmer

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"hanson Tris t e In Suicidal Reverie All p Sonnet Conceived in a R esta urant Su blin1ation For a Baby Girl Rachel The Cr a m of a J est To Trtunp Farewell The Cha rleston A Stalld Jngin The Stud ents' Complaint Sigh .. ,. ot T oo Grievous Kisn1et XV

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lntroduBory Sonnet To say· the thino·! To pri on i11 'vord~ the dream r~['hat blazed ''~th g•lor3T 011 it dra,ving• nigh.L\nd yet to save it free, ah! free to fly 011 wing· :-. of Harne, u11fett er d, 'vith tl1e g·leam And o·lamo111' of it comino·! till to . eem A· 'vhen it btlr t upon the dreamer' eye ! That 'ver a deed too o·reat, a ~ Olle hOllld try To capture i11 a o·la a tray . unbeam.

Yet om ''rill dare it, l1appy· i11 half- ucces , \Vill --pare no effort \\7 l1ile they· keep alive To say the thing; )rea! nch a on , unle . . on ~tarve him ~. ile11t, ''hil h breathe, will ~. trive To make me11 . ee hi y·i ion~ ' vith hi io~bt: ThL is th poet'.. doom a11d lear delig·l1t. 1

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SECTION ONE

POEMS OF NATURE

MORNING

Morning t)uee I \voke up very early, Stretched and ya,vned a yawn or two; Tiptoecl out to meet the unrise; Scampered barefoot through the dew; 'B,ou11d a fragrant virg·in morning; Found a you11g a11d tip ·y breeze Stao·o·erin~r o-avly throuo·h mv garden o o....J O • "' ' Pelting all my flower , -w-ith bees. Found the shaven lawn beje\velled With the ransom of a king. Where the lush gras grew the greenest, There I found a fairy ring·. ..~. nd witl1in the pearly circlet Lay a dainty pa11gled go\vn. Had orne fairy lady lo ,t it~ Breathle ""ly my ha11d cr pt do,vn Touched the lovely hining· o·armentYes! A fairy robe no doubt! -But a bandy-legged spider arne a-bandy-leo·o-ing out Annie Hooper Goodwin,

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Verse om time , \i l1e11 , ~r the mountain .· hazy llnP an l purJJl' . l1adO\Y~ Pal loud ·i11k lo\v .. n llo~ th m · lv . in t'vili ·l1t mi: 1\1 .. - l1ouo·ht. · Lik l\" 11i110' m ths\ in h ant~ . tirr d, R i . i 1 11 t l·v. -

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MIRIAM, AMORIST

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Kennebunkport- A Sonnet The un, a dying signal in the sky, Glints the pinions of a single gull. Far out, a laden ship is stealing by, An aureole of gold around its hull. Do '.YOU remember, girl, when long ago We stood upon these wave-torn rocks a11d s\vore We, too, \vould venture out in ships and kno"v Strang路e ports, far isles, the way to Singaporet

We sigh, and hand i11 hand we stumble down To patient living in a patient town And blind ourselves, by selling merchandise, To dream that once beguiled our dazzled eyes, But whe11 \Ve order brig路ht ilk for our s tore We beam-'' Perhaps thi came from Singapore!''

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Kennebec River 'Ti dawn! The river lies beneath a shroud Of pearly mist; the blackbirds cry aloud A11d bid us paddle, for enchanting· miles Of \Vater lie before u to explore. 'Tis dawn! Come! Sleep no more. The water-lilies stare at skies of blue And '\Vait the eag·er prow of our canoe . .4\ spider built hi web for u to ·ee ; T'vo bull-frog· , lurking in the river o·ras b " Till erenade u a" 've pas~ . Ari e, 'tis time for us to be A-paddling· up the tream, Plea e God, unending·ly.

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Maine Farmer A peasant's frame, Low earthly goal, A dullard's face, A Shelley's oul. Raw, clumsy hands, Slow, clumsy feet, But keen, fine eyes To find Earth sweet. Doomed to live His whole life long, A muted harp An unsung song. Norris Potter, '29.

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REYERIE

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March Black and drear, the winter wood Again t the cheerless vesper sky In barren spinsterhood, know not The bridegroom, Sprino~ i. nigh. ]. A. D.

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Japanese Sonnets V\T e write of fame, of Glory·, la ·ting· renow11 and Immortality; And '1 o J)roclaim our~el,,.e · th:. \ Tery prL oner of time. Tl1e branche of th tree ()f night are weig·hecl "rith a ingle fruit, mellow, Golden-rined, golden-hearted, Fruit of the g·ods, a ripe moon.

The pal round moon o·lide~ oftly 011 eacl1 ice- ~ h a thed t\vig Of tl1e edging tree ; Delicatelv ., luminou Sil,rer lace against the night. G. P.J )29.

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ONNET

A Sonnet 1\ tl1ousanJ year ago the .,t oic eartb.,

The moon' , . oft eire, the centllried . un' broad ··phere, Thi ~ rai11 'vho e brig~htue , · q11iYer · a ~ a spear \Vhich hiY r. in a foeman'~ thigh, no dearth Thev . felt. .L\. ffillch of orro'v and of mirth They• a"\v ~ a ., much of love a11cl dr~y-mo11thed • fear They held; delight as kee11, and hate a dear.A..ll passions k11ewt of life, a11d death, and birth. Time turns his \\"heel and shapes of us, his clay, The urns to hold all wrath, and joy, and pain; We serve i11 turn, in turn are laid aside; ·r.ry orro'v ye terday "\Ya your , a11d may B his tomorro\v. \V" pas. , b11t they remain; Tl1e Cllp are . l1attered, but the ~ri11e. abide. G. P., '29.

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The Prisoner The wall are pre~ sing me in-Thlaking me motherilfy thought have filled tlp tl1e cell, 11d

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()h, I \\"'ould be out \Vhere the \vi11d Blo\Y from the tar , ncl I rould breathe i11 deepHealing路 my car~ . Charles 0' Flaherty.

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A GROVE OF PINES

A Grove of Pines 1\.. grove of pines on the hill-

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Poplars () wa11to11 boug路h , a11 amorous ttade You ply with summer winds. And \vhen at dusk you tremble there, You moan capriciou. Hin. .

Early Morning Tl1e mor11iug mi ~ t~ ri sP I.1ik ~·mok) fron1 an oll man : pipeIn h oil r 1 roa hfnl li o·ht Th tr s eaL t off 1h ) sha lo,,· ~ 'n1brae 1\.111 tl1 'v dla11l til1n .:.; is pi r e ' I B '"r 111 rn ~ t i 11 o·, rev ;) r h 'r a 11 t ~ o un d ~ . • Leonard H c;/ it .

NIAGARA FALL

Niagara Falls Thou mig~hty cataract that holds the eye And sot1l e11thralled within thy awful pell, \\Tho e tht111drou. roar, a from the depths of hell, Aud boom ~ 011orous broach the trembling sky; PlleilomerlOll that dost but dignify The lope precipitous that rear and well About th3r gulf; eternal pectacle, Who e noble flood no word may glorify, Iay thought llblime of thee be holine When flesh is \Veak, and faint the spirit grown, When peace is lost in din, and cares depress ; And hearing lo\v thy thllndering monotone, iay路 I know then the treno-th that I po se s And that of thine i God'~ a11d God' alone. R. M. Grindle.

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The New England Heritage The freHco ed fro t upo11 the -vvi11clo'\v-pane; The half-bu . . hed Cl11\:' e of wi11d in 'vintrv • bla ~t · ' ThP hi s~ ing· of the :fire o·one in aile; The Rhifti11g· of the lrift alo11g the path · The falli11g of the log, up etti110' frantic embers · Th rrarki11g o.f the brittle-naked bol1o·h .

Th ~· ar tl1e chilly thing~ my mi11d remembers. 'rhe.· ar the l1eritage that l\Iaine e11dows. ]. O'F.

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J . HrllilP . r r a el< . Pr \ jp\\, I i ·k ld np .·o1u \ 11 l h 1 J th '1111 pJinJtL i11 111 ltntul. .\ 1a. . h i r .o ·I :. rn n \\ n .· l . o 11 <' . \ n d I h l l l Hlll o·] d J, u 1i n1 1 i d \\' « ( 1 i n n 1. • 1 a lr n . Paulin lVau h '

COBURN H .:\ LL

Coburn H all-After the Fire Forlorn a11d n ~~ eles , no,~l it tand apart, ~or do our footfalL rock the 'vi11ding tair . They \vai t ; the~ lj ten. Wi tful little air ~ t al oftl~T lll) a11d doWll; when they depart 'Tis till. An] throl1o·b th nio·l1t, th dripping

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.\.ncl all the . ad-eyed gho t of former year itnr p11zzled tl1rough the doors. Ag·ain t the ~~moke-dimmed pane, Througl1 ,,,.hirh a haft of pallid 1111-light creep , . .\ ~., mall bird beat. it fpeble broke11 'vi11o· , b"Jxcept at ni o·ht, ancl even then it leap -'- o·aillSt the gla ' . Thi . loYelie t of pring Ha . quicke11ed life, and y t the bllildino~ leeps, ''Thile to i 1s flame-~ rarred walL. the ivy clings. Annie Hooper Goodwin.

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HOLIDAY WINDS

ll thi. pace have the wind to roam \Vith the farther field , to yon hills serene, 1~nd th ) ribbon of river tl1at lie between.Herc, in the home of th \vind ·, i my home.

ill I have met the "\llinds in a city street, \Vh re tl1ey· \Vhined to me like a pri oned hound ...\.s their futile rag·e 011 the barrier beatBut never e cape from tl1eir prison found.

Is it the sig·n of the city's grace That even the \vind are shackled thert-'!-eH ld by a lea h to a tread-mill pace, Wino·- lipt bo11d lav ", beat r: of air~

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lip· in fancy· take up their cry, nd my heart g·ro"T big· 'vith a g·r at i11tent: ''I'll loose my oul in its eleme11t Lettino· it fre wh r e th \Vild \Yi11d fl,r." • Contributor.

SECTION TWO

LITERARY POEMS

A LITER\RY

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To Robert Burns l)lo\ving in the radiant field , he \Vov Rude, l ovel)~ ·ong· and rhytl1mic \Yondertales . •Joyou ~· , h e dipped in I rature '. trea ure-trove ~ 11d prai -- d tl1e '"' llll, the mic , the thundergale . When \Viute r \Vind drumm ed di ~mal threnodies ()n cottao·e doors, h e charmed the neighbor ' ear With jigR and dirges, puckish drollerie That fired their mirth, or bl11rred tl1ei r eye with tears .

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1ne Burial of Thomas Hardy They loved thi ge11tle, melauchol-y man Wl1o Yoiced their orro"r and their robt1 t mirth, And they, hi o'v11 beloved, g·rieving· clan, 0 'er-laid hi ~ heart \\ritl1 fragTallt We sex earth. \Vith them, he knew a11d loved the g·leaner 's ono· 0) The ruddy g'lo\v flung· from the malthou e door, The lonely furro,,r, and the market-throng-, The everlasting sky, the upland moor. Though lif be patterned after his de pairTile cr11 le t capering· of a callou GodThouo·h men, de pite their acrifice a11d prayer Should 'xlin no more tha11 Ullrelenting sod, H ' till live~ ubtly 011, ·till throb~ hi breath In Jude and Te , a11d on th Dor et heath. 1

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To Keats' Grecian Urn I bid thee live, thou ageles Grecian Urn. Thon gracious breath of lovelines halfbreathed; Thy p11l ing immobility unlearn; Reveal thy myth half-hidden, half-conceived! In Tempe let the glade be rippled b"y The vagrant breeze that tiptoe on the hill; The backward glance, foot raised in virgin flig·ht, Be qt1icke11ed by the timbrels weetly shrill With echoes that re-echo from the sky, And et the g·rove a-qt1iver 'vith delig·ht. R\vell, :1\vell, ye pipe ! Y e timbrel madly ring! Set free the ce11turied bea11ty of thy otll! The rna o·ic of the melody you ing Nor time, nor everla ting time COiltrol. Y e leave , fall soft; the earth, tl1e earth is kind. Long, ao·e ha-ve ye ht1ng, lo11g ag·e h11ng · Forever \Va~ving·, yet foreYer calm, In fixed motion to the bortg·h have clt1ng, And la11ted ever to the stayino· \vind . • What god hath made thee pau e? What pagan charm! 43

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() frozen bit of time, thou Grecian Urn! Thou hau11ting memory of a world gone by Now break! And at thine n11wept breaking learn The penalty of living i to die! But let no ' Tain reg~ret , no rain- wept tear , Be,vail th~T battering路, ttic va e! Tl1ou .hast fulfilled the promi e thou clidst g1ve, . ~~ . nd though the form be lo 1, the rig~id g路race, Tl1y 'vi11d-.. itirred dtl t hall 'vhi 路p r to the years; ''There is no truth, 110 beauty, . ave it live. '' G. P., '29.

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BEINO A . LICiHT Y..\RI TION

Being a Slight Variation of a Theme Made Famous by Francois Villon (), I \vonld hold l1igh carnival; 1\.11d I should cro\Til :von Q11een, .1\.nd I ·hould brino· you je\veL· rare, ;\.nd then . . le t I ha 1 be n Too nio·o·ar 1lv to coulltellance, I'd all my King·dom bri11g To lay it at your litile feet, If I vvere King! ~

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Song of Maria Chapdelaine There's a sl1adow on the l1illsid bv . the falls of Peribonka, And the bud that felt the blooming no\v has felt the blight, and blo\vn; Spring· ha come, but come no . eepin~ of the ~ ap within the maple· There' a mold upon the m ado'v and the '' oi eau bleu'' ha flo\V1l. Bluebird gone, no\v it a raven h~r the banks of Peribo11l{a, And the fall s that ang ~ o 'vildly drone a dreary dirg·e and low. Hark! A foot . tep on th thre ·l1old; 'ti the Rea per' tep eternal. He ha~ berkoned · he i rallino·. '' Ah! rna cherie, mn~ t you o-o?

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P ace at lea ·t, but in th t V\rilio·ht, by tl1e fall of Peribonka, Come the wind to whisper ecret of the r1orth and =" eem to ay, ''I've a me ao·e, rna nfaria- be \Va~" miling when h sent it~ Il y a longtemp que je t 'aime, jamai je ne t 'oublierai.' '' R. M. Grindle.

Phaedra ,r ·H ~ a r t.! g·r \n '\ h 11 a 11 J1 :) \V a] f h n tltou ~ nnd un ~ Ela\ l uri 'ld t1H r . hill \ o· ld n throuoh: l f r Dl 0 U t h \\ a. Ill 0 •k r •\ >f . \\~ t ( t t h i ll n· ~ l Ia 1f-br a h d. I h h )II " t r 1

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HORACE

Horace A Sonnet Yon never burned with \Yild, ec tatic fire Or \vinged, left the clinging· earth to oar A11d ra11g·e 'vith singing god · the heavens o'er, Nor ever felt the pain of vai11 desire. Not a appho, Shelley or Keat did you aspire To unknown beauty or in prayer implore Impas ioned gift · to trike, i11 pired, more And more celestial music from ~your lyre. But, urba11e frie11d, most graciously you walked The earth, and left the cloud to those with . Wings, .~.. 11d dicl not dare forbidde11 heig·hts ascend. Of peace and homely cou11try joy you talked And \visel)T .,ho"\\'"ed the \Vorth of imple things Exceeds the riche for \vhicll men contend. ]. A. D.

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A FREE FOOT

A Free Foot Homer was a pretty poet For o old a Greek; Yet if he could only know it, He was far too meek. Bour1d he \Va).; in iron fetters, Hard hexameters; iilto11, prisoned man of letters, Wore pentameters. Spenser's metrical restrictions He i11vented,-so Endle miles of cramped co11strictions He 'va\. doomed to go. ~lodern

imagist 路, 11ot rh)rrner ",Heavell 路ave the markFreer far tha11 tho c old timers Of the Ag路es Dark, Run from -- trophe on to strophe, Slipperless and fleet; No Victorian fiss Alfred Sta:'路 those reckless feet. 55

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SECTION THREE

POEMS OF LOVE AND MIRTH

TRIVIA AND MARGIN ALIA

Trivia and Marginalia To a Certain Maid Here' a ~er e to olace me, Again t the hurt of Spring; orne fall i11 love and bruise their heartsNot I-I'lllightly ing.

I a,y路 tl1e leaves in bur ts of green Deck every foolish treP.-eThey'll die and dry-and in the fall What bonfires thev . will be! I aw two robins build a ne t Of twrigR and wi p of hayBoy Rtole the eg路g , and winter'~ winds Will . _ weep the ne~ t away. I aw a daft man kiss a maid, To love fore'er he'll S\vearTra-la, he 'lllie to many a maid Before this time next year. 61

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An l rio'11t thev'd be.. 'Ti true, you see, A every vvise man knovvR, That love will die As day o路o byThe thor11 urvive the ro e.

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A Plaint I could forg·ive you anythingA lie, a cruel word, breach of ta te, a mad caprice No matter how ab urd. l conld forgi~e yottr faithle 11e And even sins much 'vor e, ltJxcept one t hing·-you 11ever a k To li ten to my• ver~ e . Damon, '29.

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IT Bug-House Fable A collegia11 penned a ver e one day'T,va not too bad, we 'r proud to ay, But trang·e to tell, he had the wit To neither quote nor puhli h it.

III cie nti tAn zverc:.: H erculP The trag·edy and triumph that I know Who eek . to conquer earth and sea and a1r Is thi : that how oever far I go, I dare not write a '' N e Plll Ultra' there.

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TO BELIEVE THE TEDI l\1 OF POLI RING BRASS DOOR-l{NOB~

Songs to Relieve the 1edium of Polishing Brass Door-Knobs I I \vent \Yalking Light a air, ()ut aero the do\Vll 路 ; Left tl1e little road behind To the teepled to\Yll . I went \Valking路 Lig~h t as air, Proud head lifted high, Didn't see the earth at all, Onl)r 'vatched the ky.

I \Ve11t \vallcing路 Lig路h t a air, hould have had more en.. . Should have watched mv l1umble feetDamn the barbed-,vir fence ! ~

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Chanson Triste Mesdames a11d Freres I cry to thee ~trike off my g·yves, assoilzie me! l11 name of l{im " rho gave in fee Hi life for yoll on Calvary Bespeak for him who makes this plea \rVhen bo,ved i11 prayer supernally. 'Fore God a orry wight I be'' I have no coon-skin!'' The mouruer' be11ch henceforth 't"~ll be; No more the joys of minstrelsyLaug·hter, so11g and bonhomie, tarry .. uio·ht and some belle fille; o adamant i · fate' decree There' nauo·ht a bear ki11 e'en for me. nd thu~ I rry in accc11t dre~-~-e• 'I haYe no coor1-skin! '' Envoi: Good frie11d ~ , rive not yollr oul for me There till i left \\eet po ~. . To turn the dark to g·aiet~r A11d lift me from the laity • ''Who '~lear the sl1eep- kin.'' ]ames H. Woods, )29.

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Di cour 路e I will "vith Homer \vi e, By appho be cajoled; \. happy portrait, frie11d , it i But the water' awful cold! ]ames H. Woods, )29.

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SONNET CONCEIVED IN A RESTAURANT

Sonnet Conceived in a Restaurant You are a whimsey little maiden, dear; Why do I like the prim, old-maidish set Of your red lips pressed round a cigarette ~ Why like yÂˇour careless walk ~ Why like to hear Your confidences poured into my ear ~ YOtlr talk is daintily profane-and yet At my rebuke you gaily pirouette And tweal{ my nose. I love you because 'tis clear That underneath your sprightly gracelessness There lies a stalwart heart, to understand, To guide me with a quaint, strong tenderness, That makes me proud to kneel and kiss your hand. Not time, not death, not sorrow's biting brine Will shake my love, divide your heart from â&#x20AC;˘ m1ne.

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THE CREAl\i OF A .JE T

The Cream of a Jest Man is Hvvaggering and proud, ''I conquer th e world' '-h think aloud. IlL mirror sees him pose. Perfert! From h ead to toes! The fete i clone, hi word he bl1ckle . God ~ it bv and chl1ckle . . . . . â&#x20AC;˘ and ch11ckle '"' .

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FARBWELL

Farewell Parting Don't frown! Do11 't stare ! You ar....._eIamWbv care' ~

Let' laugh, Not cryYou are. I am. Good-bve . . Grace Heffron.

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Each warrior 'H yeball · \Vhitely roll, The avage mu ic snare . hi . oulJ ung·le ·pectres loom. Dance-,vhipped, like young· palm· in a ·torm, They t'vi t and turn, a thin-fla11l{ed warm. Hear tho e drum -Boom ! Boom!

Deep jungle ·treaked by red fir flare, Black my ticism i11 the air, ee them drop and sway! Far-flung· o'er miles of jung-le float Exulta11t erie from strong, free throats. Hear those drt1m ! Hey ! Hey! (Learned to dance in Charle ton, re\v rio·ht up in Charle ton, Found romance i11 Charle ~ ton, harle. ton! Hey! Hey!) ContributorJ '29.

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A Sigh, Not Too Grevious After you went, The da"' ''.ra o路ray A11d lack and pent. Little thing路 to do-

Pick up a paper, Lace a hoe, Clea11 a pen, Trudge for the mail, And back agai11. The11 11othi11g路 to do But tar at the wall, nd long for you. .拢.

Bertram Harding, '30.

KISMET

Kismet I \\em t at }Jlay·, t h' o·am. of ll •art ; Toy·ed '' ith npi<i' 1 oison l clart:o\. You a ·ted" II your littl • part, Tin, el girl.

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SECTION FOUR

POEMS OF TRIBUTE AND REFLECTION

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OF BOSTON

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Your Boston snns are cold and gold Along the length of Beacon Street; And all the dainty piebald bed Of small bright flower~ lift their head Along the length of Beacon Street. Your Bo ton suns are cold and gold Along~ the length of Beacon treet ; A11d girl thrice bleached and carmined, too, Flaunt saucy hats of crocus-blue Along the length of Beacon Street.

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The Hole-in- The- Wall III . .L\.. t ep or two off Fayette treet s a cos~r, calldl e-lit r treat, ThP tahle painted red, a11d bare, })Ologie for table\\Tare, Fum of coffee black a ~ jet R\Y ep out from 111e kitcl1e11ettc . . ~. nd La 11ra, of the lnzy eye , Pre~ idi11g over tl1is paradi e. Nonchalant, beside 1he pai11ted door, She li ·te11 to l1 r gu ~ is' uproar . .A.g·ainst tbe haze of cigarette Their face~ make a . harp vig·nette, Jutting· Ollt in hig·h r lief~lll "icinn, box r, beg·gar, tl1ief. Th re Pedro \vi11ks a velvet ve ., .l\ud fling· at n a \Ve pa by A o'Y"I sy, wry smile all l1i OWllPart man, part child, part leprechaun. Tom L , hi ~ \Yai ~ tline tio·ht \Vith beer, >bser,Ting· all ''ith paphia11 leerT\vo tude11t ~ regall3r \Vithdrawn, Dchaiing \vomen, pro and ron,

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To the Blind Fiddler l\1echanically you scraped the strings And you \vcrc dismally off the key. You mu t haYe thought of dead, lost things, Of thin<r, yon once had thot1o·ht could be . • For the tune ' vas a lilting·, dancing~ 011g, But you played it slowly off the key, And held the minor notes o long It sounderllike a diro-e to me. Drearily you plied your bow Amid the pa, si11g heedle throng. I 'vonder 'vha t had adde11ed you o To make a dirg·e of a danci11g· 011o· ? ~

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b. risscro · · tactic 011 ~ moo th icc, The gleam of speeding· ·kates, Kaleido cope--cha11g·ed in a trice, The port of 'vinter date .

c. Pent-up energ·y train at the mark, Waiting the crack of the gun, throbbing· heart-the vi ion dark, The blindi11g dash i won. III Night in its race has overtaken day, the stars are powderi11g tl1e no e of Cassiope, the :first train of dance mu ic-'' Hey, hey!'' the Jazz World awake , etc. Leonard Helie.

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Judas When Judas in hi~ ag路ony pushed blindly throug路h the mob, With sobbi11g breath; Fleeing the presence of that Friend whom he had loved and wronged, He prayed for death. He did not ask his pain might know an end, He onlv felt he could not live withotlt that .., Friend, And o dry-lipped he tumbled past the gate. But still that brief betrayal Nor all his bitterness Could quite erase the days He spent in following Him, A pupil. That's whv ... I like to think That Judas paused outside the city wall To o-ive a thi1路sting child a drink. Annie Hooper Goodwin.

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THE RIG H HILL

The High Hill I perched on the crest of a "\\rind- wept hill With m ·y arm around my knee , o full of delight that my· heart beat time "While mv .. soul da11ced over the tree . ~1y thoughts filled my head with an opal fire, And I ang so gay and free That Life came bounding· up the slope To pay hi court to me. High, high 011 tl1e cre~·t of that cloud-ki ed hill We sat close Life and I· We looked on the roof8 of a tho11 and to,vns From our place i11 the upper sky. "\V e tall\:ed-I forg·ot the thing· I had heard Of him and his love for trift-"-eLife gave me a ~ mile, a ~ queeze, and a ki s, And I fell in love with Life. t dusk 've climbed do'vn to the to,v11 of course, I wa Life' in heart a11d 0111bread I dreamecl of Life when I crumbed mv • That rtight, in my ky·-blue bowl.

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