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(After STRATO)

CONTENTS

I

An Echo from Horace
Ballade of the Oldest Duel in the World
Sorcery
The Dryad
May is Back
Moon-Marketing
Two Birthdays
Song
The Faithful Lover
Love's Tenderness
Anima Mundi
Ballade of the Unchanging Beloved
Love's Arithmetic
Beauty's Arithmetic
The Valley
Ballade of the Bees of Trebizond
Broken Tryst
The Rival
The Quarrel
Lovers
Shadows
After Tibullus
A Warning
Primum Mobile
The Last Tryst
The Heart on the Sleeve
At Her Feet
Reliquiae
Love's Proud Farwell
The Rose Has Left the Garden

II

The Gardens of Adonis
Nature the Healer
Love Eternal
The Loveliest Face and the Wild Rose
As in the Woodland I Walk
To a Mountain Spring
Noon
A Rainy Day
In the City
Country Largesse
Morn
The Source
Autumn
The Rose in Winter
The Frozen Stream
Winter Magic
A Lover's Universe
To the Golden Wife
Buried Treasure
The New Husbandman
Paths that Wind
The Immortal Gods

III

Ballade of Woman
The Magic Flower
Ballade of Love's Cloister
An Old Love Letter
Too Late
The Door Ajar
Chipmunk
Ballade of the Dead Face that Never Dies
The End of Laughter
The Song that Lasts
The Broker of Dreams

IV

At the Sign of the Lyre
To Madame Jumel
To a Beautiful Old Lady
To Lucy Hinton; December 19, 1921

V

OTHER MATTERS, SACRED AND PROFANE

The World's Musqueteer: To Marshal Foch
We Are With France
Satan: 1920
Under Which King?
Man, the Destroyer
The Long Purposes of God
Ballade to a Departing God
Ballade of the Absent Guest
Tobacco Next
Ballade of the Paid Puritan
The Overworked Ghost
The Valiant Girls
Not Sour Grapes
Ballade of Reading Bad Books
Ballade of the Making of Songs
Ballade of Running Away with Life
To a Contemner of the Past

INTRODUCTION

One Spring day in London, long before the invention of freak verse and
Freudism, I was standing in front of the Cafe Royal in Regent Street
when there emerged from its portals the most famous young writer of the
day, the Poet about whose latest work "The Book Bills of Narcissus" all
literary London was then talking.

Richard Le Gallienne was the first real poet I had ever laid eyes upon
in the flesh and it seemed to my rapt senses that this frock-coated
young god, with the classic profile and the da