SELECTED POETRY.

Evening Star, Issue 15174, 3 May 1913, Page 2

SELECTED POETRY.

GREY AND SILVER. 1 had a love, dark haired was shelter eyes wore grey. ’ For sake of her, across the sea I sailed away. Death, sickness, tempest, and defeat. All passed me by. With years came fortune, fair and fleet. And rich was I. * Again for me the sun looked down Familiar skies. I found my love. Her locks had grown Grey as her eyes. “Alas!” she sighed, “forget mo—-now No longer fair.” “I loved thy heart,” I whispered low “And now thy hair!” ’ A SONG SOMEWHERE. There is ever a song somewhere, my dear. There s the song of the lark when the skis# arc clear, And the song of vha thrush when the skies are gray. The sunshine showers across the grain. And the bluebird trills in tho orchard tree; And in and out, when the eaves drip rain, llie swallows are twittering ceaselessly. There is ever a song somewhere, my dear, lie the skies above or dark or fair•‘^feaD— CTer a £OD g that our hearts may There is ever a song somewhere, my dear— There is ever a song somewhere! There is ever a song ecmewbere, ,my dear—_ln the midnight black, or the midday blueThe robin pipes when the sun is here, * And the cricket chirrups the whole night through. . The buds may blow and the fruit may grow. And the autumn leaves drop crisp and sere; * But whether the sun, or tie rain, or th« snow. There is ever a song somewhere, my dear. There is ever a song somewhere, my dear, Be the skies above or dark or fair. There is ever a song that our hearts may bear— There is ever a song somewhere, my dear— There is ever a song somewhere! James Whitcomb Exlet. TO MY HERO. Under the pure and silent snow, Stars above, and a world below To the solemn dirge of a nation’s woe, Lay him alone with the men ho knew, In that death-white shroud, ’neath a vault ot blue. Their life’s achievement still in view To win the wastes of the Southern Pole, And die at last at the longed-for goal— Is the fitting end of a valiant soul. Lei none their resting-place contemn, Old England’s Flag flies over them, Christ's angels sang their requiem.. Out in that dim vast solitude. The clamor of earth’s ignoble food. All elsewhere rife, can not intrude. Victorious their adventurous quest, Their memory hallowed east and west, Untroubled their majestic rest. Geokcd F. Shaver, B.A. (OxonJ. SUMMER IS DYING. Dreamily, pensively. Summer is dying; Clod in her veil of mist Autumn is leaving. Air-fanning birds. Summer b dying; Flutter your fleet wings, Wheeling and flying. Trembling and languid, Summer is dying; Whispering and moaning. The trees are a-sighing. Sleeping and swooning, Summer is dying; Sobbing and wailing, Bleak winds are crying. B!ood-red is the sun’s heart, Summer is dying; Hot kisses he showers, To quicken her trying. No kiss can arouse her, Summer is dying; Fall red leaves to cover her, Low she is lying. Tasmanian 3fau.* THE GREAT ADVENTURE. (To the Southim Party under Captain. Scott) Is it so hard?—co hard to live and die When such a talc as this rings in our ears, With the dear valor of a battle cry, With splendor that is deeper than pur teats. Surely tho world grows younger—wakes again With gladder courage and with nobler eyes, Kindled by such a triumph over pain, By such defeat, that won so great a priro. And England—we who are so proud to-day, Proud of our Name and Honor held so high, With more than bitter tears shall we repay That trust in ds which helped our brave la die! All we can offer may not change the debt Unpayable to tho heroic dead; Still will their spirit make us greater yet, SLining for ever where our sons shall tread Slid to cur blood the great adventure calls, Otill shall we answer, generous of the price, Each passing on this banner as he falls: “Courage, and brother-love, and sacrifice.” Tragic and pitiless, with icy breath fi-e blizzard swept across the frozen seas, A_l with it came the end—tho end? O Death Where is thy victory over hearts like these ? M. Adams. THE WAT OF XT. This is the way of it, wide world over: o_e is beloved, and one is the lover; One gives, and the other receives, One lavishes all in a wild emotion, Om offers a smile for a life’s devotion; One hopes, and the other believes. One lies awake in the night to weep. And the other drifts into a sweet sound sleep. One soul is aflame with a god-like passion, One plays with lore in an idler's fashion; One speaks and the other hears. One sobs “ I love you,” and wot eyes show it, And ono laughs lightly and says " I know it,” With smiles for the other’s tears. One lives for the other and nothing beside, And the other remembers the world is wide. This is the way of it, sad earth o’er: The heart that breaks is the heart of tho lover, And the other learns to forget. For what is the use of endless sorrow? Though the sun goes down it will rise tomorrow, And life is not over yet. Ob! I know this truth, if I know no other. That Passionate Lovo is Pain’s own mo time. —Ella Wheeler Wilcox, in the ‘Argonaut.’ THE LAND OF BEYOND. Have you ever heard of the Land of Beyond, Tint, dreams at the gates of the day? Alluring it lies at the skirts of the skies, And ever so far away. Alluring it calls: O ye the yoke galls, And ye of tho trail overfond. With saddle and pack, by paddle and track. Let’s go to the Land of Beyond! j Have ever you stood where the silences brood, And vast the horizons begin. At the dawn of tho day to behold far away The goal you would strive for and win? Yet, ah! in tho night, when yon gain to tho height, With the vast pool of Heaven starspawned, Afar and agleam, like a valley of dream. Still mocks you a Land of Beyond. Thank God! there is always a Land of Beyond - For us who are true to the trail; A vision to seek, a beckoning.peak,.. A farness that never will fail; ’ A pride in our soul that mocks at a goal, A manhood that irks at a bond, And try how we will, unattainable still, Behold it our Land of Beyond! Robert W. Service. THE MOON’S BONG. In gleaming waters far below Swings my image to and fro; Where trembling air and waves of light Kiss it and waken new delight. Now it will pass through sapphire deeps. Now in the silvered shallow sleeps; The while my sea god tells his love To every wind tbit strays above*. I love cool waters green like jade, I love the mystic music made . When waves beat on the coral reefs. Where lonely mermaids tell their griefs I love still more when-passion’s strife Wakens the sea to fullest life; When the mad waves would kiss the moon, Then see the beach, with corpses strewn. While I look down, serene and fair. Enthroned upon my silver chair; Keeping my empire o’er the sea, Through time and through eternity. The longing fade shall follow me. > A. Hosts,