POSSESSION BY WALTER CLYDE CURRY Her thinking sometimes fleshes like a jewel Her mind unfolds and like a tube-rose swelling She grants me halves, conditioned songs and speech, I claimed her being, all within my reach, I must not chide, though meditation find MORE WORLDS TO CONQUER (Alexander the Great on his Death-Bed) BY STANTON A. COBLENTZ The long, triumphant march is over now, I traced my name in blood, swinging my sword And men acclaimed me god, a thing to worship Like water through my fingers.-Bright mirage! Can lift a sword to save me. Happier now The unhonored peasant with his wife and sons !— What though they envy me?-they have not learned That men unequal born must die as equals! For what to me is now the storm and strife, And like a meteor I flash to darkness, While vainly, as that darkness deepens round me, I wonder: Was I conqueror or conquered? What was the flare and tumult all about? MY LOWLIER LOT BY LOUELLA STYLES VINCENT I was not meant for princely state, Kind hearts more than the proud and great Too lowly things appeal to me; Fidelity, clean forthright speech, Old-fashioned graces plainly dressed, Voices controlled as mastered flutes With guidance self-poised, unafraid Whatever be the world's appraise There are some joys the high must lose; They would not seek with eyes intent Windflowers' humble hiding-place Charms me from crowds in gilded hall Woodland or stream or sedgy field Whispers a thousand secrets sweet, Things which mere money cannot buy! With volant fancy free to fly- Mind for old books beside the fire, Kind hearts more than the proud and great, These coin delights that never tire; I was not meant for princely state. |