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Afar down the slope of the pale moon's rays
Where she scatter'd her jewels abroad,
Where all of your dreams were lost in the blaze
When she lifted herself from her load:
Afar down the stretch of the wonderful sea
Where the gold is a part of its gleam,
Lies the land of enchantment for you and for me
On the low sweet Horizon of Dream.
Anne Tillery Renshaw.
On Receiving a Picture of Swans.
With pensive grace the melancholy Swan
Mourns o'er the tomb of luckless Phaeton;
On grassy banks the weeping poplars wave,
And guard with tender care the wat'ry grave.
Would that I might, should I too proudly claim
An heav'nly parent, or a god-like fame.
When flown too high, and dash'd to depths below,
Receive such tribute as a Cygnus' woe.
The faithful bird, that dumbly floats along,
Sighs all the deeper for his want of song!
H.P. Lovecraft
Galileo and Swammerdam.
One look'd into celestial light,
Saw moon and stars in th'infinite;
Their beauty stirr'd his heart.
The telescope came to his eyes,
And harmonies, set in the skies,
Became of life a part.
The other lov'd the creeping things,
The atoms small, the world of wings,
The puny stir of breath.
The microscope show'd earth at war:
Devouring Nature's doling law;
And his love brought him death.
Winifred Virginia Jordan.
Maia
Thou comest in the May-time
To star the earth with flow'rs,
To usher in the play-time
After laborious hours.
The myriad blooms acclaim thee
With petal-lips aglow,
