Know by the calm her lips disclose,
By the fine shades and faery lustre of her eyes,
The damsel is the queen of those
Whose names are written Beatrice in Paradise.
While yon still towers in sunset lie,
Her face oblivious of all else I'll ponder long.
My body thrills with ecstasy!
My heart beats with the rhythmic pulsing of the song!
_Literary Monthly_, 1906.
THE MANY ROADS
HORACE HOLLEY ex-'10
The north road, the south road,
Highway, byway,
There never was a road men trod
That did not lead them home.
The east road, the west road,
Your way, my way,
Men's tangled footprints end in God,
Through Arcady or Rome.
_Literary Monthly_, 1907.
BEAUTY
HORACE HOLLEY ex-'10
Her beauty lies upon her face
As sunlight masks the barren sea;
A fitful, accidental grace
Which time shall ruin utterly.
Not like the Beauty all divine
(The "house of God," the poet saith),
Which is the craftsman-soul's design,
Its majesty supreme in death.
_Literary Monthly_, 1908.
PREFERMENT AND THE FOOL
HORACE HOLLEY ex-'10
The Fool was sitting by his half-built sod house.
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