ISSUE: Summer 1925
Drip steadily on,
Rain, upon the cold wet stone—
Cold heart, but sweet
The stepping of your icy feet!
Shy and austere
To those who hold you very dear,
Strike once again,
Beauty, and heal me of my pain.
Drip steadily on,
Rain, upon the cold wet stone—
Cold heart, but sweet
The stepping of your icy feet!
Shy and austere
To those who hold you very dear,
Strike once again,
Beauty, and heal me of my pain.