ree-toad calls,
Telling the sorrow of the elf and fay;
The cricket, little harper of the walls,
Puts up his harp--hath quite forgot to play!

And risen on these winter paths anew,
The wilding blossoms make a tender sound;
The purple weed, the morning-glory blue,
And all the timid darlings of the ground!

Here, here the pain is sharpest! For he walked
As one of these--and they knew naught of fear,
But told him daily happenings and talked
Their lovely secrets in his list'ning ear!

Yet we do bid them grieve, and tell their grief;
Else were they thankless, else were all untrue;
O wind and stream, O bee and bird and leaf,
Mourn for your poet, with a long adieu!

MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON.

_Louisville Post_, December 12th, 1914.

CONTENTS

PAGE

THE CUP OF COMUS 11

THE INTRUDER 13

A GHOST OF YESTERDAY 15

LORDS OF THE VISIONARY EYE 16

THE CREAKING DOOR 18

AT THE END OF THE ROAD 20

THE TROUBADOUR OF TREBIZEND 21

GHOSTS 23

THE LONELY LAND 24

THE WIND WITCH 27

OLD GHOSTS 28

THE NAME ON THE TREE 29

THE HAUNTED GARDEN 31

THE CLOSED DOOR 33

THE LONG ROOM 34

IN PEARL AND GOLD 35

MOON FAIRIES 37

HAEC OLIM MEMINISSE 40

THE MAGIC PURSE 41

THE CHILD AT THE GATE 42

THE LOST DREAM 44

WITCHCRAFT 45

TRANSPOSED SEASONS 46

THE OLD DREAMER 47

A LAST WORD 49

THE SHADOW 50

ON THE ROAD 52

RECONCILIATION 53

PORTENTS 55

THE IRON CRAGS