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Beware! . . . . . . . . Beware!

Hark to the beat! The trampling beat!
Of the satyrs' feet! Galloping feet!
Hark to the sound ! The maddening sound !
They stamp the ground ! They gash the ground!
The long grass tickles their legs, their heels!
They come in clattering swoops and reels!

Beware! . . . . . . . . Beware!

Beware their hoofs! Their pounding hoofs!
Like hail on roofs! On rickety roofs!
They scatter the flowers! The fields of flowers!
In petalling showers! Yellow-red showers!
With crashing hammer and thud and pound
The satyrs leap in a whirling bound!

Beware! . . . . . . . . Beware! Their hoofs will shatter your garden walk! Their pound will smother your cautious talk!

They'll batter your red-geranium pot!
They'll gut your cabbage and onion plot!

Hark from the hill!—the forest hill!
Where trees are still! . . . . . .
Hark to the beat! . . . . . . ]
The laughter beat! The echoing beat
Of hammering feet! In the after heat
Of a clattering run, through miles of sun!

Beware! . . . . . . . . Beware!

"SWALLOWs

White bellied swallows

Skim cañon hollows—
Veering
And sheering,

Wild criss-crossing arrows!

Your to-days curve in sweet dips;
On the tilt of your wing-tips
Sun after sun follows!
What of the blue to-morrows? - -
Winifred Waldron ]

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* Gold IN THE DESERT * ~

MORNING HYMN
To the Mountain Sisnajinni

Ho, yo, ho!
Thou holy White Shell!
The Deathless One—
He sendeth the sun's first glow,
The sun's first glow upon Thee,
His holy morning glow.
Dawn-maiden's mountain,
To thee will I go;
Morning-cloud mountain,
To thee will I go;
Holy-browed mountain,
To thee will I go.
Blessings there glow upon me—
Thither I go,
Thither, O soul,
O-ho, yo, yo!

THE SMOKE PRAYER

In the Land of the Dacotahs
The voice of a youth crying,
As it were a thin blue smoke
Ascending:
Great Mystery,
... Do thou partake of this food
And still be gracious;

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Make it unto me sinew of flesh,
Sinew of arm and the strong heart!
Thou who paintest the mountains black—
Behold, they stand as flint;
Thou who singest to the four winds—
And lo, they dancing, sing:
Partake of this food and be thou gracious!
O great sheet of blue sky,
See me standing here,
Hear me crying here!
I have heard the voice of my fathers,
I have recited the deeds of my fathers,
I have done the commands of my fathers—
Be thou gracious,
Unto me give the heart of my fathers!
My limbs—they are the deer's—
I have not smoked the fragrant plant;
My limbs—they are the brown deer's—
I have not eaten the broth of weakness;
My limbs—they are the fleet brown deer's—
I have not sung the love song.
O thou holy and great Mystery,
Be thou gracious!— -
Give unto me the heart of flint—
I have spoken with the straight tongue;
Give unto me the heart of deer—
I have spoken with my timber brothers;
Give unto me the heart of flowers—

I have spoken with the sprig of sage.
Thou who hidest the nest of the moon,
Give unto me the heart of eagle:
That my people may find me filled
In my days of fasting; \
That my enemy find me valiant
In my-days of combat;
That thou find me reverent
Before the east wind,
Before the south wind,
Before thee, O sheet of blue sky.
Behold, I stand,
My face uplifted,
My hands up-raised,
My soul in nakedness before thee!

As it were a smoke ascending.

I HAVE BUT ONE LOVE

Pine tree, pine hearts, sigh ye;
Pine boughs, bend low, sigh ye, *
Pine tongues sigh ye with me.
Night-long, I have but one dream—

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