ill hold some trace
Of all my radiant crew
Who vanished to that place,
Ephemeral as dew.

Into the twilight dun,
Blue moth and dragon-fly
Adventuring alone,--
Shall be more brave than I?

There innocents shall bloom,
And the white cherry tree,
With birch and willow plume
To strew the road for me.

The wilding orioles then
Shall make the golden air
Heavy with joy again,
And the dark heart shall dare

Resume the old desire,--
The exigence of spring
To be the orange fire
That tips the world's gray wing.

And the lone wood-bird--Hark!
The whippoorwill, night-long,
Threshing the summer dark
With his dim flail of song!--

Shall be the lyric lift,
When all my senses creep,
To bear me through the rift
In the blue range of sleep.

And so I pass beyond
The solace of your hand.
But ah, so brave and fond!
Within that morrow-land,

Where deed and daring fail,
But joy forevermore
Shall tremble and prevail
Against the narrow door,

Where sorrow knocks too late,
And grief is overdue,
Beyond the granite gate
There will be thoughts of you.

From 'Behind the Arras': copyrighted 1895, by Lamson,
Wolffe and Company

A SEA CHILD

The lover of child Marjory
Had one white hour of life brim full;
Now the old nurse, the rocking sea,
Hath him to lull.

The daughter of child Marjory
Hath in her veins, to beat and run,
The glad indomitable sea,
The strong white sun.

Copyrighted by Bliss Carman.

LEWIS CARROLL

(CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON)

(1832-)

That the author of the best nonsense-writing in the language should be
a professional mathematician and logician, is not a paradox but a
sequence. A gymnast cannot divert us by pretending to lose his balance
unless perfectly able to keep his balance. Actors who counterfeit
insanity must be acutely sane. Only a competent classical scholar can
write good macaronics; only a good poet can write clever doggerel. The
only ones who can use slang effectively are those who do not need to
use it at all. Nor is the tone and temper of mind evinced by these dry
and severe studies out of keeping with the airiest play of fancy or
the maddest fun. The one is indeed a frequent relief from the other,
and no intellectual bent is related in the least to any sp