Short Poems

Look up! and not down;
Out! and not in;
Forward! and not back;
And lend a hand.

The little boat, tied up at the dock,
its scull not working now:
it is just like the tranquil man,
far from the noise of the world.
— Green shade filling the path,
he rises from his nap
and sits watching the river swelling
with spring tides.

Lo worms enjoy the seat of bliss
Where Lords and Lairds afore did kiss.

A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King,
But God be with the Clown —
Who ponders this tremendous scene —
This whole Experiment of Green —
As if it were his own!

Long Nature travailed, till at last she bore
Homer: then ceased from bearing evermore.

Long have I beat with timid hands upon life's leaden door,
Praying the patient, futile prayer my fathers prayed before,
Yet I remain without the close, unheeded and unheard,
And never to my listening ear is borne the waited word.

Soft o'er the threshold of the years there comes this counsel cool:
The strong demand, contend, prevail; the beggar is a fool!

Long hair, endless curls trained by the devoted
" Artistry" of a stylist beyond the call of
Nature, do nothing for me. What I like's a
Boy's body hot from the park, all grimy
And the sight of his flesh rubbed down with oil.
Nice, and artless; none of the pretty " enchantment"
Laid on by your merchants of the romantic.

1. The lone, wild fowl in lofty flight Is
2. The ends of earth are in thy hand, The
still with thee, nor leaves thy sight. And
sea's dark deep and no man's land. And
I am thine! I rest in thee.
I am thine! I rest in thee.
Great Spirit, come and rest in me.
Great Spirit, come and rest in me.

" London: John L ANE , The Bodley Head
New York: C HARLES S CRIBNER 's S ONS ."
This plain announcement, nicely read,
Iambically runs.

A small well-gotten Stock and Countrey seat
I have, yet my content makes both seem great.
My quiet Soul to fears is not inur'd,
And from the sins of Idlenesse secur'd:
Others may seek the Camp, others the Town,
And fool themselves with pleasure or renown;
Let me unminded in the common crowd
Live Master of the time that I'm allow'd.