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ORIGINAL VERSE:

BOOKS RECEIVED

Songs of a Vagrom Angel, by Elsa Barker. Mitchell Kennerley. Songs of Armageddon and Other Poems, by George Sylvester Viereck. Mitchell Kennerley.

Epitaphs of Some Dear Dumb Beasts, by Isabel Valle. Gorham Press.

Thursday's Child, by Elizabeth Rendall. B. H. Blackwell, Oxford, England.

Bohemian Glass, by Esther Lillian Duff. B. H. Blackwell.

Contacts and Other Poems, by T. W. Earp. B. H. Blackwell.
The Escaped Princess and Other Poems, by W. R. Childe. B. H.

Blackwell.

Poems of Panama and Other Verse, by George Warburton Lewis. Sherman, French & Co.

Poems, by Chester Firkins. Sherman, French & Co.

Plantation Songs and Other Verse, by Ruth McEnery Stuart. D. Appleton & Co.

PLAYS:

The Pipes O' Pan-a Wood Dream, by Sylvia Sherman. Richard G. Badger.

ANTHOLOGIES AND TRANSLATIONS:

The Rime Nuove of Giosué Carducci. Translated from the Italian by Laura Fullerton Gilbert. Richard G. Badger.

A Harvest of German Verse. Selected and Translated by Margarete Münsterberg. D. Appleton & Co.

A Collection of Nursery Rhymes. Printed by C. L. F. for the Poetry Bookshop.

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HE salmon-trout drifts in the stream,

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shallow sea.

The soul of the salmon-trout floats over the

stream

Like a little wafer of light.

The salmon moves in the sun-shot, bright,

As light as the shadow of the fish

that falls through the water,

She came into the large room by the stair.

Yawning a little she came with the sleep still upon her.

"I'm just from bed. The sleep is still in my eyes. Come. I have had a long dream."

And I: "That wood?

And two springs have passed us!"

"Not so far-no, not so far now.

There is a place-but no one else knows it-
A field in a valley.

Ieu lo sai."

"qu'ieu sui avinen

She must speak of the time

Of Arnaut de Mareuil, I thought, "qu'ieu sui avinen."

Light as the shadow of the fish

That falls through the pale green water.

O ATTHIS

Thy soul

Grown delicate with satieties,

Atthis.

O Atthis,

I long for thy lips.

I long for thy narrow breasts,
Thou restless, ungathered.

THE THREE POETS

Candidia has taken a new lover
And three poets are gone into mourning,

The first has written a long elegy to "Chloris."
To "Chloris chaste and cold," his "only Chloris".

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