I'M king of the road! I gather For the rich who ride my meat provide; I'm king of the road! Before me With a wild rose train from meadow and lane And the hail of a song-bird band. They are slaves who team by wagon or 1 See, also, p. 760. NIGH to a grave that was newly made, His work was done, and he paused to wait A relic of bygone days was he, And these words came from his lips so thin: "I gather them in: I gather them in. "I gather them in! for man and boy, And his locks were white as the foamy sea; I gather them in, I gather them in. She scorned the offering of a heart He came too late! — At once he felt Her heart and thoughts were free; He came too late! The subtle chords Of love were all unbound, Not by offence of spoken words, But by the slights that wound. He came too late! - Her countless dreams No charms dwelt in his chosen themes, And when, with word and smile, he tried She nerved her heart with woman's pride, And spurned his fickle love. 1 See BIOGRAPHICAL NOTE, p. 779. See BIOGRAPHICAL NOTE, p. 780. ELIZABETH BOGART THE SUCCESSION As one by one the singers of our land, Sadly we watch them from the desolate strand. It is a fire perpetual, which has caught |