SOME RECENT POEMS

Ladies' Mirror, Volume 3, Issue 12, 1 June 1925, Page 16

SOME RECENT POEMS

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CJhe £ost £and What wind is it that stirs. Lighter than gossamers, In the pines, in the firs? The Wind of Youth it blows From Yesterdays, Long Agnes, Under the rose, the rose. VYhat song is it he sings? What news is it he brings Of old, of beloved things? The Wind of Youth is young; He goes with a careless song: No years have done him wrong. The Wind of Youth is sad. Nay, he is merry and glad With the heart of a lad, a lad. By the Wind of Youth and its word, Like the song of a fairy bird, The secret springs are stirred. O Wind of Youth in the tree, Go by, nor trouble me With news of the lost country. That all so heavenly shews Under the rose, the rose, Where none returns, none goes. —Katharine Tynan.

Have you, by chance. E’er met Romance? She wears a robe of silk And, resting on her hair, A crown with lilies and violets rare. While roses white and roses red Oftentimes bedeck her head.

Or if you meet her by the night She carries forth a silvery light. And on her feet hath jewelled shoon That shine and sparkle by the moon. Belike you'll meet upon a day; She wanders forth on many a way. But do not. seek her here or there, She loves to catch you unaware. —W. A. Crawford.

Think happy thoughts, O friend, in sunny weather ! ’Tis easier when the skies are deep and blue. Let thy heart and the robins sing together, And thy clear eyes be tranquil as the dew. So rich a store of memories shalt thou gather, So tranquil grow thy spirit and thy brain, Then when the winds blow fog and stormy weather, Thou shalt have sunshine though the earth have rain. — Charles Poole Clews * * * * Dance, to the beat of the rain, little Fern, And spread out your palms And say: “Tho’ the sun again Hath my vesture spun, He had laboured also in vain But for the shade That the cloud had made, And the gift of the dew and rain.” Then laugh and upturn All your fronds, little Fern, And rejoice in the heat of the rain. Father Tabb,