Excerpt: UNREST All day upon the garden bright The sun shines strong, But in my heart there is no light, Nor any song. Voices of merry life go by, Adown the street; But I am weary of the cry And drift of feet. With all dear things that ought to please The hours are blessed, An3 yet my soul is ill at ease, And cannot rest. Strange Spirit, leave me not too long, Nor stint to give, For if my soul have no sweet song, It cannot live. SONG Songs that could span the earth, When leaping thought had stirred them, In many an hour since birth, We heard or dreamed we heard them. Sometimes to all their sway We yield ourselves half fearing, Sometimes with hearts grown gray We curse ourselves for hearing. We toil and but begin; In vain our spirits fret them, We strive, and cannot win, Nor evermore forget them. A light that will not stand, That comes and goes in flashes, Fair fruits that in the hand Are turned to dust and ashes. Yet still the deep thoughts ring Around and through and through us, Sweet mights that make us sing, But bring no resting to us. ONE DAY The trees rustle; the wind blows Merrily out of the town; The shadows creep, the sun goes Steadily over and down. In a brown gloom the moats gleam; Slender the sweet wife stands; Her lips are red; her eyes dream; Kisses are warm on her hands. The child moans; the hours slip Bitterly over her head; In a gray dusk, the tears drip; Mother is...