Poetry (Volume 13) (Paperback)

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: I know not if he slept at all, My man across the sea. I do not know if he will fall Or come back safe to me. He has my heart. That is my share, My bit, that I have sent out there. Isabel Howe Fiske RAINY DAYS Gray hills, gray clouds, gray faces at the pane, Gray hearts that long for sunshine and blue skies, The ceaseless rattle of the wind-born rain Against bleak pavements! All the roadway lies Sodden and glimmering with slow spreading streams Storm-beaten into dullness and pale gray. The hurrying footfall as it passes seems Half deadened by the falling rain. Away In the drab distance looms the murmuring town, Cloaked in vague outline, misty and half seen; Its own lights hanging over it like a crown, Pale in the waning afternoon. How keen The wind that moans away its chilling flight! Gray days, gray hearts?gray hurrying down of night! Shirley Harvey REUBEN ROY A little fellow, brown with wind? I saw him in the street Peering at numbers on the posts, But most discreet: For when a woman came outdoors, Or slyly peeped instead, He turned away, took off his hat, And scratched his head. I watched him from my garden-wall Perhaps an hour or more, For something in his attitude, The clothes he wore, Awoke the dimmest memories Of when I was a boy And knew the story of a man Named Reuben Roy. It seems that Reuben went to sea The night his wife decried The fence he built before their house And up the side. He wanted it but she did not, Because it hid from view The spot in which her mignonette And tulips grew. Nobody saw his face again, But each year, unawares, He sent a sum for taxes due? And fence repairs. My curiosity aroused, I sauntered forth to see Whether this individual Were really he. "Who...