The Woman of Sorrows Or look in the eyes of the dead that cannot look, DEATH AND THE JESTER Black crow, art thou come It is quick as the light It is bred in the heart, It is light, it is laughter. It took life when Eve laughed It slept then awhile, When her sorrow came after With the son of the snake. Eve's joy was my mother, And the bird is my brother In the close of my day, Like the fox in his bed. And my wit, if I die, Yet shall wake and shall fly Take music and live When Dagonet's dead. Ernest Rhys UNIVERSITY SKETCHES THE PROFESSOR MUSES Physics Lecture Room-before Class I am afraid, O Lord, I am afraid! These instruments so curiously formed, Your unchained lightnings . . Lord, I am afraid— Here in the empty silence of my room! This lecture hall is oddly like a mouth- A mouth it seems, a maw, huge, grim, slow, sure Lord, Lord, Lord, Am I the thing the daylight falters from, Spinning my dusty web of dusty words To catch the plunging star we call the world, Who spider-like weave cosmic theories A red-lipped, shallow, care-free freshman girl- Afraid! . . Problems of sound and light, of light and sound, The laws of motion, problems of sound and light, And presently A gong will ring here like a doomsday bell And through these doors, like winds that shake the woods, Problems of light and sound! . Why, what care they, These bright-eyed Chloes of our later date For theories of sound-themselves the sound, Themselves the light that brightens all the day? The Professor Muses Round every corner flits a flying foot, In silver bells that break upon the air Youth storming up the world! Hot, eager youth— Impatient of the answer! youth with eyes Crying, "I thirst divinely-quench my thirst!" eager tongues can scarcely pause an hour From ripples of speech. Ah, Lord, I am afraid! For when I think to have them they elude me, |