devoted of the Queen's servants. He is also
appreciated by the men.

[6] Bring water swiftly.

[7] Tommy Atkins' equivalent for "O Brother!"

[8] Speed.

[9] Hit you.

[10] Water-skin.

[11] From _The Five Nations_ by Rudyard Kipling. Copyright by
Doubleday, Page & Co. and A. P. Watt & Son.

[12] From _Rewards and Fairies_ by Rudyard Kipling. Copyright by
Doubleday, Page and Co. and A. P. Watt & Son.

_Richard Le Gallienne_

Richard Le Gallienne, who, in spite of his long residence in the
United States, must be considered an English poet, was born at
Liverpool in 1866. He entered on a business career soon after leaving
Liverpool College, but gave up commercial life to become a man of
letters after five or six years.

His early work was strongly influenced by the artificialities of the
aesthetic movement (see Preface); the indebtedness to Oscar Wilde is
especially evident. A little later Keats was the dominant influence,
and _English Poems_ (1892) betray how deep were Le Gallienne's
admirations. His more recent poems in _The Lonely Dancer_ (1913) show
a keener individuality and a finer lyrical passion. His prose fancies
are well known--particularly _The Book Bills of Narcissus_ and the
charming and high-spirited fantasia, _The Quest of the Golden Girl_.

Le Gallienne came to America about 1905 and has lived ever since in
Rowayton, Conn., and New York City.

A BALLAD OF LONDON

Ah, London! London! our delight,
Great flower that opens but at night,
Great City of the midnight sun,
Whose day begins when day is done.

Lamp after lamp against the sky
Opens a sudden beaming eye,
Leaping alight on either hand,
The iron lilies of the Strand.

Like dragonflies, the hansoms hover,
With jeweled eyes, to catch the lover;
The streets are full of lights and loves,
Soft gowns, and flutter of soiled doves.

The human moths about the light
Dash and cling close in dazed delight,
And burn and laugh, the world and wife,
For this is London, this is life!

Upon thy petals butterflies,
But at thy root, some say, there lies,
A world of weeping trodden things,
Poor worms that have not eyes or wings.

From out corruption of their woe
Springs this bright flower that charms us so,
Men die and rot deep out of sight
To keep this jungle-flower bright.

Paris and London, World-Flowers twain
Wherewith the Wo