II Thou who hast made for such sure purposes Thou who hast taught the bee the secret power Of carrying on love's laws 'twixt flower and flower- Why should the rose be guided to its own, III Yet do I understand; for Thou hast made To be obeyed. Albeit I am a sister to the earth, This nature self is not the whole of me: The deathless soul of me Has nobler birth. The primal woman hungers for the man; My better self demands the mate of me; Part of Thy plan. Nature is instinct with the mother-need; Should, undefiled of me, Spring from love's seed. And if in barren chastity, I must Know but in dreams that perfect choice of me, Still will the voice of me Proclaim God just. A DREAMS FRANCES GREGG I THE LUTE H,-give way,-give way,-have pity! The hand you lay upon me is too heavy with dreams. Of white flowers and clear water, That you could dream through me? And I quiver and grow dumb. See, I am rent and torn with Beauty, From your too heavy hand. You grip my strings Ah,-give way,-give way,-have pity! II FALLOW HE blade thro' the furrow, the blade thro' the furrow, THE Over and over again. They have slashed me and wounded, Breaking the ground for the grain. They have left me alone, with the gray sky above me, A dull dream torments me, something forgotten,- D THE CRISIS MURIEL RICE EAR, do not ask for more. What more than friendship; the quick clasp Those words, when wordlessly we understand, Dear, do not ask for less. What less than friendship; the hands free again, And must I give thee all, All beyond friendship; my bright years to be Or wilt thou pass forever from my call? BERTRAND TO TIPHAINE DOROTHY LANDERS BEALL MUCH-DESIRED, thro' the willow's glooming I stray. I come upon the moon's first blooming Into a fragrant pearl and flower of light! Thro' the vague hush and tenderness of night I come, O Much-Desired! O Delicate-Fingered, has the Woman Dawn O Much-Desired, as the twilight draws And maiden Earth, their passion-struggle done, Love me and leave thy world, thy heaven, the whole; O Much-Desired, thro' the ways of time Thy beautiful limbs shall die a thousand deaths, |