... Some day a white feast I will hold When I am white through being old, And over my soul have built a height Of speculation marble-white, Towering worship and bright prayer; Whereunder I at last shall dare To entertain all secretly My desire yea, there shall be Goblets white as that body of thine, And white as thy spirit shall be the wine. Lascelles Abercrombie ...

... . By Margaret Sackville Return, wild Summer, through the corridors Of this deserted house return again Scatter rose dust upon the dusty floors, And strike the walls with golden shafts of rain 1 Where once was laughter laughter shall not die Laugh, Summer, bravely, through the drowsy gloom, Until the ghost of some unknown July Curtseys, on dancing feet, from room to room. Open each door though ...

... . By ffrida Wolfe. Door more than ever I hate you, decent door. Pock-marked now with the recent rain, Gangrened knocker, step in a livid chrome, Less than ever you bid me welcome home. Drift from privet and plane Thriftily gathered in under the sill, Leaves with leaflets, sheaves of the ripened bill Here is my harvest home. Dreams of a joy ghosts of a journey wake, Shake in a cobweb, stir on ...

... By Felix Boyne I have a certain fame around St. Bride's, At Press Club and in Cheshire Cheese, but who Has ever heard my name in Timbuctoo Or quoted me where Orinoco glides Kamlschatka still in ignorance abides Of all my worship of the Good and True. The luscious lyric love-draughts that I brew What Fijian lover for his lass provides? Of Vega, Cygnus, Hercules, the Bear I breathe a burning ...

... . By Tamar Faed As you go up Bargaly Glen, Beware of the troop of elfin men, Beckoning with curving finger, Tempting honest folk to linger. Peeping round the tufts of heather, Laughing mockingly together 1 And when the summer evening fades. Beware Bargaly' s dancing maids 1 Flying robes, and white feet gleaming, Fill the coldest heart with dreaming. Lure the tongue to tender pleading While ...

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... THE WAR. Rank and File. Written by Arts tin Dob son. O undistinguished Dead Whom the bent covers, or the rock- strewn steep Shows to the stars, for you I mourn- I weep, O undis'inguished Dead :j I 1 _ Ok None knows your name. Blackened and blurred in the wild battle's brunt, Hotly you fell with all your wounds in front j This is your fame teVddT r- v ssl I Pictured by A. S. Hartrick. ...

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... The Lord be thanked who made the Spring For some to wed and some to sing My good friend John is tall with pride, For Joan to-day shall be his bride. What if I'm left to walk alone With no Spring girl to be my own I'll sing loud-hearted all the way, I shall both sing and wed some day Louis Golding. ...

... A CHRIS TMAS LAU D. By Lucrezia de Medici Written about the year 1458 i-- Ja_UI son during the epidemic. No wonder he wrote to the Duchess Eleonora of Este, on March 25, 1482: Illma. Domina Pfc-tfO men, the duty I owe your Excellency compels me to communicate to you the terrible and disastrous blow that has to-day >AjL befallen me through the death of my most beloved mother. Madonna Lucrezia. ...

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... Make much of us to-morrow Forth fare we, Where light waves leap and bicker On the loud sea. Oh, here is ale in plenty For those who pine, Meat enough for twenty And a cup of wine. Yet now the stars are waning We rise and go Oh 1 whither, whither all your white sails straining? How should we know The wind's voice in the rigging Sings in our ears. We have not slept in harbour These forty years. ...