VOL. VII.

THE TEXAS REVIEW

JULY, 1922

NO. 4

Entered as second-class matter June 7, 1915, at the postoffice at
Austin, Texas, under the Act of March 3, 1879.

EDITOR, Robert Adger Law.

MANAGING EDITOR, Miles L. Hanley.

Attempts at Translation from Heine..Leonard Doughty 266

The Poetic Tragedy of Dante... Roger Sherman Loomis 275

Homeric Reminders of the Bible......Daniel A. Penick 284

A Forgotten Critic of Literature...Stanley T. Williams 299

Our Lady of Walsingham....
.D. T. Starnes 306

Notes on Translating Heine, Part II. .Leonard Doughty 328

The Pump Room-

On This Looking-Glass World.....Robert Withington 344

Of Catchwords.
.Robert Withington 349

CONTRIBUTORS TO THE JULY NUMBER

THOMAS H. MCNEAL, JR., is a resident of Lockhart, Texas. LEONARD DOUGHTY, attorney at law, Austin, Texas.

ROGER SHERMAN LOOMIS is a member of the English department of Columbia University, New York.

DANIEL A. PENICK, professor of classical languages, University of Texas.

STANLEY T. WILLIAMS is assistant professor of English in

Yale University and a frequent contributor to the Review. D. T. STARNES is instructor in English in Rice Institute, and has written for the Review articles on Shakespeare, Carlyle, and Tennyson.

ROBERT WITHINGTON is associate professor of English in Smith College, Massachusetts.

CONFESSION

BY THOMAS H. MCNEAL, JR.

My lines are women gone astray,
Scribbled in red ink,

Rouged and powdered up to sway

An audience too deep in drink And dull in earthly drugs to see

The spots of dirt that dinge and gray My literary lingerie.

Each day I send them down the mails,

Drab harlots, painted up in rhymes, To haunt the shops and make their sales, And bring me dollar bills and dimes.

The Un-Godly

Once I called a truce with God,
And went into the hills to pray;
The Devil jeered and rained me out-
In wind and storm I could not stay.
I sought a church to bow me down,

To cross myself and count my beads:
A Scarlet woman of the Town

Knelt down to help me at my creeds.

At midnight, still with soul's unrest,
I left the gaudy, gilded way;
I lit a candle in my room,

And tried with pen and ink to pray.
I'll write my God a wish," I said,
"A plea to turn my steps about—”
But when I dipped my pen in ink

The Devil blew the candle out!

Rebellion

I would return to Eden

Have You not had your will

On those who sinned, and knowing sinned, That You be wrathful still?

It's drab out here, and bitter cold-
May I not step inside?-

Go in beneath the flaming sword
Where peace and rest abide ?

The Sympathetic One

I've feelings that He'll come someday
Again the simple Bleeding-Heart-
And preach His new beatitudes

In country lane and mart;

And O, I want Him not to come

I cannot bear to see

The Bleeding-Heart bowed down and dumb

And crucified-with me.

For Pardon

Full many a time I've slipped from Thee-
Of such is man's mortality;

Full many a time, to make a rhyme,
I've damned myself eternally.

So weak am I for man's applause

I've transgressed Thy immortal Laws;
For earthly cheers I've scorned Thy seers,
And jested that Thy Book had flaws.

But, inwardly-O, can't you see?—
I've felt the majesty of Thee:
These foolish wrongs set down in songs!-
O, they are not the honest Me.

Maria!

The Throne of God

Maria!

Maria Magdalena-come

Sire-I kneel.

Speak out. Explain. And are you dumb?

Sire the Wheel

The Wheel?

The Wheel of Life!-I'm broken on the Wheel!

But tell me. Spare no word.

"Twas thus: I thought I heard

My mate call

And you answered?

And I answered

That was all.

Finis

Heart's own heart, come back and bring
The burning lust of early spring-
I'm old now, squandered in a chair!—
One breath of your sweet self and fair,
And I am waked and young again.

But only yesterday we laid

You-Sleepy-Head !-into the grave: And I? What happened to me then?I dipped my quill in ink and penned The End.