Acup too full may give you less Of cordial or of loveliness—
If sustenance you need to get—
Than will this one before you set.
With its few scarlets by a fence,
Together scraped as were they pence,
A field may candle you, and there [...]
Summer Goes On. By Lawrence Lee. New York: Charles Scribner's Sons. $1.75. Changing Horizons. By Geoffrey Johnson. London: The C. W. Daniel Company. 5 s.
In "Summer Goes On," by Lawrence Lee, there are two poems, "For a Poet Growing [...]
The flattened purples that you find In an old missal book,
Premeditated as were those,
You find here, if you look.
Clumped in the gapings of a fence Their autumnal faces show—
Unhonied as the wall beside—
And watch the thin days go.
Half saint this dead girl was; yet her tight will Rocked his dull house down to its doors.
To think How near at times she came to the dark brink Of being a devil, makes him wonder still.
She was as cool as brambles after rain,
Clear of th [...]
WHITE trees, golden trees,
Crooking to the sea,
Already have you taken my heart,
Take the rest of me.
Oh, naught that I say,
Oh, nothing that I do,
Can keep you from my sight,
Can rid my mind of you! Thin down to a single bough,
A single bough, no mo [...]
Two countries yours, but one you half forget,
For this is furlongs off, yet strangely near;
A sudden click of its gate sounds in your ear;
A moment on its acres are you set.
Some common task to do, ten times, a score—
Like shaking fruit off an [...]
I am too near, too clear a thing for you, A flower of mullein in a crack of wall, The villagers half-see, or not at all, Part of the weather, like the wind or dew. You love to pluck the different, and find Stuff for your joy in cloudy loveliness; Yo [...]
I cannot keep a grief so long,
That it will seed and blossom high;
Harbor a joy until its sails Grow to the mild curve of the sky.
Death stalks each to its seeming close,
Claps a cold hand upon its lips;
Thus goes the round blue of [...]