Book Description

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1922 edition. Excerpt: ... the muse in the door I do not know your name, Nor your fate. You come as you came before. You are late, But you and mine are the same. Submitted to me, once more! You carry the sign--You are late, But mine! You are mine, as you were before! For you and mine are the same. You are lame. You pause in the door, With desire and danger and doubt. You detach from the wind without--You are mine, as you were before, You are slow for pity and pride. Ah, you are lame, but mine! You carry the sign--The vultures in your side! You are he whom the beaks defile. You are faint from the walls you broke. You smile. You are bright and bereft, You are heavy with theft! There is fire in your cloak! Master of stealth! You are he! Mine to compel or refuse! And you are released to me As Barabbas was loosed to the Jews! poet to poet To my Singing Brother, C. G. 0 'N. Since you are with me now, my Bird, I sing alone no more, We go with many a silver word Where we have wept before. We go with many a silver sound, Where once we went so still, We take the forest for a hound, And chase the bounding hill. We chase the bee where honey drips, We chase the chanting morn, We put the forest to our lips And blow it like a horn. We shake the forest like a flag, Like banners burning red, Our words are running with the stag--With leaves the wind has sped. Our words are running with the hare The hunters never find, Whose feet are like the purple air That leaves the pack behind. But ah, no hunter ever heard Such cries as we let out, Since you are with me now, my Bird, With echoes leagued about. The echoes all take hands and dance When you set up your song; The hairy hiders peep and prance And love and listen long. The hairy hiders weep their fill O'er singing's aftermath, To find...