ON THE BEACH AT FONTANA Wind whines and whines the shingle, A senile sea numbers each single From whining wind and colder Grey sea I wrap him warm, And touch his fine-boned boyish shoulder And trembling arm. Around us fear, descending, Darkness of fear above; And in my heart how sweet unending VALONE J The moon's soft golden meshes make The shore-lamps in the sleeping lake Laburnum tendrils trail. The sly reeds whisper in the night A name-her name, And all my soul is a delight, A swoon of shame. SHE WEEPS OVER RAHOON Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling Love, hear thou How desolate the heart is, ever calling, Ever unanswered-and the dark rain falling Dark too our hearts, O love, shall lie, and cold Under the moon-grey nettles, the black mould James Joyce A POET'S EPITAPH When comes the last long silence to this lute, John Black BAREFOOT SANDALS Ah, little barefoot sandals brown and still, Fellows with the winds at play— Are you weary waiting wingless, silent, chill? When the morning mounts and makes the old earth sweet With the lilt of laughing children in the street, Do you ache to join them there, To be twinkling down the stair To the darling dancing gladness of her feet? Do you know the asters troop in purple gloom, At the quiet garden-gate, While you weary in the lonely upper room?" Ah, hapless little shoes that held my all, Mary White Slater LAVENDER The twilight hangs like smoke in the streets, At the corner a lean young girl offers me lavender, thus. She gives dreams to the world, She who knows nought of dreams— Gives gardens, and waters, and the young shy moon Hung in the laurels; Gives the smoke of evening in the willows, And the complaining stream, And the lavender's subtle reawakening of old, dead thoughts. These, all these she gives, this lean girl— (A shawl is over her head and her eyes look into the darkness). What does she know of dreams? How more happy is she than I who have dreamed, And may dream no more! Archie Austin Coates |