Youth that would flow to waste Pausing in pool-green valleysAnd Passion that lasted not Surviving the voiceless Tomb! Sarah N. Cleghorn (1876 Miss Cleghorn was born in Virginia, but early came north and was educated in Manchester, Vermont. She then spent a year at Radcliffe, and returned to Manchester, where she has lived ever since, quite out of the modern world and yet intensely of it through her vivid social conscience and her strong sympathy with the unpopular causes of the day. Her sympathies were strongly socialistic. Portraits and Protests, 1917, contains poetry both of calm and quiet charm and of spirited rebellion against the social injustices of the day. More recently Miss Cleghorn has come to New York in an editorial capacity on a new magazine which is striving in every sane and sound way for social and industrial betterment. The poem here given illustrates perhaps Miss Cleghorn's rarest gift, that of describing with wistful and exquisite charm the scenery and country characters of her native state. The religious fervor of New England ancestors is in Miss Cleghorn's blood and a traditional courtesy and scrupulous honesty mingles with a perhaps more modern passion for social justice. EMILIA * HALFWAY up the Hemlock valley turnpike, Flower of the fields of Camlet Farm. *From Portraits and Protests, by Sarah N. Cleghorn. by Henry Holt and Company. Copyright, 1917, . Sitting sewing by the western window Shadowing her gray, enchanted eyes? When the freshets flood the Silver Water, Springing from the dead leaves in their graves),— Falls forgotten, then, Emilia's needle; Ancient ballads, fleeting through her brain, Sing the cuckoo and the English primrose, Outdoors calling with a quaint refrain; And a rainbow Seems to brighten through the gusty rain. Forth she goes, in some old dress and faded, Of the damsel-errant Rosalind. While she helps to serve the harvest supper In her ear the airy voices call. Hidden papers in the dusty garret, Where her few and secret poems lie,— Thither flies her heart to join her treasure, While she serves, with absent-musing eye, Mighty tankards Foaming cider in the glasses high. "Would she mingle with her young companions!" Whither vanished? With what unimagined mates to play? Did they seek her, wandering by the water, Mariana of the Moated Grange. Up this valley to the fair and market When young farmers from the southward ride, Oft they linger at a sound of chanting In the meadows by the turnpike side; Long they listen, Deep in fancies of a fairy bride. Mr. Leonard was born in New Jersey. He received a postgraduate degree from Harvard in 1899 and then studied abroad at Göttingen and Bonn. He remained several years in Europe and has been Professor of English at the University of Wisconsin since 1906. In 1912 he published The Vaunt of Man. He has also published Greek and Latin translations and paraphrases from Aesop's fables. The Vaunt of Man was vigorously rebel in its utterance, though Mr. Leonard's technique is ordinarily somewhat academic. In 1920 he published "The Lynching Bee," a poem of remarkable ironic power, painting a terrible picture of a negro lynching. "The Quaker Meeting-House" appeared in the New York Nation in February, 1922. It represents Mr. Leonard's most recent work. His is a force to be reckoned with in modern America poetry. THE QUAKER MEETING-HOUSE * I BEYOND the corn-rows from our Barracks stood * Reprinted by permission of The Nation. |