... MARIANA Love, I am weary of these lonely days, And weary of the shadows on the wall That creep about me when the kind sun's rays Have ceased to fall. Love, I am weary of the n ghljar's ca'.l About the silent woodland's haunted ways And round about me like a misty pall Gathers the haze And c'oser to me creep the shadows all And ever darker grow the wintry days. ...

... O folly and dishonour, who denies That Russia was rich in her Allies, True friends for us they worked, they lived, they fought. Forgave us everything and grudged us nought Their blood and ours on the same field is shed, And their dead are the comrades of our dead. Are such our friends, O fellow-Russians, say. Such the Allies that you are to betray? You tremble, gentlemen, and well you may Even ...

... J On mountains the crocus Ere hollows be clear In the bed of the snowdrift Will rise and appear; Aloft the pure crocus, Born under the snow, In the sun is left trembling, All bare to his glow- Like the heart of the woman who listens to love in the forests below: 2 O light.born, how oft Shall I drink in like wine Thy body cloud.soft, Earth's marvel, yet mine 1 How oft shall I dare, Unabsolved ...

... * I. fceauliful ash in the wood, or pine in the garden Be precious to me, Or farookside willow, or fir that is mountain warden (A king of a tree), Come hither from town, old heart no weather can harden! If only to see What worshipped ash in the wood, or pine in the garden Is in it with THEE L. I. Guixey With apologies to Virgil's Severn!, Eclogue ...

... My spirit was like the lonely air Before night, Like hovering cloud that's melted there In the late light, When slow the vast earth-shadows reach To the last flush, And the wandering silences have each Their own hush. Did the green grass about me glimmer Or trees tower, Not softer to my sense nor dimmer The obscure power Of all the world's wide trouble, fought In the heart s recess. My heart ...

... OUR POETS' CORNER THE CLIMBING ROSE Beneath her casement, when the flaming east Calls like a lover with a voice of fire And breathes his wanton kisses on her breast, The jewelled flowers' mute harmonious choir Wafts its faint incense to her shrine above Of fragrant jasmine, stocks, and mignonette, Blent by the subtle alchemy of love. Only the climbing rose, more hungry yet To wreathe her bosom ...

... A shimmer of distant lights, A great hushed chorus of sound, The labour and life of ten million souls, As the tired old world goes round. The mystery of life and death, The smile of fate and her frown, The daily ha' tie to live and hope Aye, that is the Call of the Town. A poem of bound'ess space, The si'ence that breathes of peace, When Nature's secrets are half-revealed And the struggle of ...

... OUR POETS' CORNER TWILIGHT I am too tired to be your friend. I cannot go Even this little way with you until the end. I am too sad, and though My life is lonely we are best apart. 0 once I might have loved you loved you well Before the shadows fell, 1 might have loved you told you all my heart. Now we are best apart. I am too sad and tired to be your friend. Isabel Clarke ...

... . By James Elroy Flecker When the whole sky is vestured silken blue With not one fleece to view, Drown your deep eyes afar, and see you 1 must How the light azure dust j And speckled atoms of the polisht skies Are large blue butterflies. The proof? Lie in a field on heavy 100ns When Nature drones and croons Film x X -X x. x x x v; x v 1 And on man's distant cry or dog's far bark Hush sets the ...

... OUR POETS' CORNER AUTUMN There is a lowly monk the garden knows Who treads the paths whence summer* s queen has fled; In russet cowl and tattered cloak he goes, Chanting the dirge of the departed hours. And on his rosary of berries red He tells the souls of all the sleeping flowers. Then follows Death, who gently gathers all And lays them 'neath the snow's unspotted pall. K. D. Close. ...

... A rose-r eiClty Lff as ofj as time- By FFRIDA WOLFE THE sun shines on the city wall, On belfry roof the sun shines fair, On soaring spire and turret tall-- Oh children, take me with you there. I knew that city, loo, of old I have but wandered from the track, By hill and valley, Wood and Wold Oh children, will ye lead me back Red Rowan to their door has gone, The reindeer fleet from Noroway, To ...

... I ve seen Loch Duich when the mist lay dreaming Upon its face at dawn I've watched its wild waves when the seamews screaming Fled from its waters wan. There, on its bosom resting, lonely- hearted Grey Eilan Donan stands, Like some frail child who from its mother parted Extends its longing hands. Dark, dark the day that ere I left the mountains Around Loch Duich' s brink; I did not know how ...