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FREDERIC MANNING: Sacrifice 198 At Even 199

JOHN MASEFIELD: Ships 200 Cargoes 203 Watching by a Sick-Bed 203 What am I, Life? 204

EDGAR LEE MASTERS: Spoon River Anthology: The Hill 205 Ollie M^cGee 206 Daisy Fraser 207 Hare Drummer 207 Doc Hill 208 Fiddler Jones 208 Thomas Rhodes 209 Editor Whedon 210 Seth Compton 210 Henry C. Calhoun 211 Perry Zoll 212 Archibald Higbie 212 Father Malloy 213 Lucinda Matlock 213 Anne Rutledge 214 William H. Herndon 215 Rutherford M^cDowell 215 Arlo Will 216 Aaron Hatfield 217 Webster Ford 218 Silence 219

ALICE MEYNELL: Maternity 221 Chimes 221

MAX MICHELSON: O Brother Tree 222 The Bird 223 Storm 223 A Hymn to Night 224 Love Lyric 224

EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY: God's World 225 Ashes of Life 226 The Shroud 226

HAROLD MONRO: Great City 227 Youth in Arms 228 The Strange Companion 229

HARRIET MONROE: The Hotel 231 The Turbine 233 On the Porch 236 The Wonder of It 237 The Inner Silence 238 Love Song 238 A Farewell 239 Lullaby 239 Pain 240 The Water Ouzel 241 The Pine at Timber-Line 242 Mountain Song 242

JOHN G. NEIHARDT: Prayer for Pain 243 Envoi 244

YONE NOGUCHI: The Poet 245 I Have Cast the World 246

GRACE FALLOW NORTON: Allegra Agonistes 246 Make No Vows 247 I Give Thanks 247

JAMES OPPENHEIM: The Slave 248 The Lonely Child 249 Not Overlooked 249 The Runner in the Skies 250

PATRICK ORR: Annie Shore and Johnnie Doon 250 In the Mohave 251

SEUMAS O'SULLIVAN: My Sorrow 252 Splendid and Terrible 252 The Others 253

JOHN REED: Sangar 277

ERNEST RHYS: Dagonet's Canzonet 280 A Song of Happiness 281

EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON: The Master 283 John Gorham 285 Richard Cory 287 The Growth of Lorraine, I-II 287 Cassandra 288

CARL SANDBURG: Chicago 290 The Harbor 291 Sketch 292 Lost 292 Jan Kubelik 293 At a Window 293 The Poor 294 The Road and the End 294 Killers 295 Nocturne in a Deserted Brickyard 296 Handfuls 296 Under the Harvest Moon 297 Choose 297 Kin 298 Places 298 Joy 299 The Great Hunt 299 Our Prayer of Thanks 300

CLARA SHANAFELT: To Thee 301 Caprice 301 A Vivid Girl 301 Invocation 302 Pastel 302 A Gallant Woman 302 Scherzo 303

FRANCES SHAW: Who Loves the Rain 304 The Harp of the Wind 304 The Ragpicker 305 Cologne Cathedral 305 Star Thought 305 The Child's Quest 306 Little Pagan Rain Song 306

CONSTANCE LINDSAY SKINNER: Songs of the Coast-Dwellers: The Chief's Prayer after the Salmon Catch 307 Song of Whip-Plaiting 308 No Answer is Given 309

JAMES STEPHENS: What Tomas An Buile said in a Pub 312 Bessie Bobtail 313 Hate 313 The Waste Places, I-II 314 Hawks 316 Dark Wings 317

GEORGE STERLING: A Legend of the Dove 317 Kindred 318 Omnia Exeunt in Mysterium 318 The Last Days 319

WALLACE STEVENS: Peter Quince at the Clavier, I-IV 320 In Battle 322 Sunday Morning, I-V 323

AJAN SYRIAN: The Syrian Lover in Exile Remembers Thee, Light of my Land 325

SARA TEASDALE: Leaves 334 Morning 334 The Flight 335 Over the Roofs 335 Debt 336 Songs in a Hospital: The Broken Field 336 Open Windows 336 After Death 337 In Memoriam F. O. S. 337 Swallow Flight 338 The Answer 338

EUNICE TIETJENS: The Bacchante to Her Babe 339 The Steam Shovel 341 The Great Man 343

RIDGELY TORRENCE: The Bird and the Tree 344 The Son 345

CHARLES HANSON TOWNE: Beyond the Stars 346

LOUIS UNTERMEYER: Landscapes 348 Feuerzauber 350 On the Birth of a Child 351 Irony 352

ALLEN UPWARD: Scented Leaves from a Chinese Jar: The Acacia Leaves 352 The Bitter Purple Willows 352 The Coral Fisher 353 The Diamond 353 The Estuary 353 The Intoxicated Poet 353 The Jonquils 353 The Marigold 353 The Mermaid 354 The Middle Kingdom 354 The Milky Way 354 The Onion 354 The Sea-Shell 354 The Stupid Kite 354 The Windmill 355 The Word 355

JOHN HALL WHEELOCK: Sunday Evening in the Common 355 Spring 356 Like Music 356 The Thunder-Shower 357 Song 357 Alone 358 Nirvana 358 Triumph of the Singer 358

HERVEY WHITE: Last Night 359 I Saw the Clouds 360

MARGARET WIDDEMER: The Beggars 361 Teresina's Face 362 Greek Folk Song 362

FLORENCE WILKINSON: Our Lady of Idleness 363 Students 365

MARGUERITE WILKINSON: A Woman's Beloved--A Psalm 367 An Incantation 368

WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS: Sicilian Emigrant's Song 369 Peace on Earth 370 The Shadow 371 Metric Figure 371 Sub Terra 372 Slow Movement 373 Postlude 374

CHARLES ERSKINE SCOTT WOOD: "The Poet in the Desert"--Extracts from the Prologue 375

EDITH WYATT: On the Great Plateau 377 Summer Hail 379 To F. W. 380 A City Afternoon 382

THE NEW POETRY

Conrad Aiken

MUSIC I HEARD

Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate, All that was once so beautiful is dead.

Your hands once touched this table and this silver, And I have seen your fingers hold this glass. These things do not remember you, beloved: And yet your touch upon them will not pass.

For it was in my heart you moved among them, And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes. And in my heart they will remember always: They knew you once, O beautiful and wise!

DEAD CLEOPATRA

Dead Cleopatra lies in a crystal casket, Wrapped and spiced by the cunningest of hands. Around her neck they have put a golden necklace Her tatbebs, it is said, are worn with sands.

Dead Cleopatra was once revered in Egypt-- Warm-eyed she was, this princess of the south. Now she is very old and dry and faded, With black bitumen they have sealed up her mouth.

Grave-robbers pulled the gold rings from her fingers, Despite the holy symbols across her breast; They scared the bats that quietly whirled above her. Poor lady! she would have been long since at rest

If she had not been wrapped and spiced so shrewdly, Preserved, obscene, to mock black flights of years. What would her lover have said, had he foreseen it? Had he been moved to ecstasy, or tears?

O sweet clean earth from whom the green blade cometh!-- When we are dead, my best-beloved and I, Close well above us that we may rest forever, Sending up grass and blossoms to the sky.

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