LET me go where'er I will, RALPH WALDO EMERSON In vain we look, in vain uplift HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare, No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance? WILLIAM H. DAVIES I'M GLAD I'm glad the sky is painted blue, All sandwiched in between. ANONYMOUS (From The Humbler Poets, edited by Wallace and Frances Rice, A. C. McClurg and Company) TO THINK To think I once saw grocery shops With but a casual eye, And fingered figs and apricots As one who came to buy. To think I never dreamed of how Bananas sway in rain, And often looked at oranges But never thought of Spain. And in those wasted days I saw No sails above the tea, For grocery shops were grocery shops Not hemispheres to me. ELIZABETH J. COATSWORTH IN THE CITY SUDDEN amid the slush and rain, A trumpet sounds, green surges splash, Women are true and men are good, ISRAEL ZANGWILL MENDING WALL SOMETHING there is that does n't love a wall; And on a day we meet to walk the line And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. If I could put a notion in his head: "Why do they make good neighbors? Is n't it Where there are cows? But here there are no cows. Before I built a wall I 'd ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offense. |