William Lindsey EN GARDE, MESSIEURS EN GARDE, Messieurs, too long have I endured, Too long with patience borne the world's rebuff; Now he who shoulders ine shall find me rough; The weakness of an easy soul is cured. I've shouted, leathern-lunged, when fame or gold Were won by others, turned to aid my friend; Dull-pated ever, but such follies end; My doublet is in tatters, and my purse I wait no longer for the primal blow; En garde, Messieurs! and if my hand is hard, Remember I've been buffeted at will; Horace L. Traubel I SERVED IN A GREAT CAUSE I SERVED in a great cause: Long had I doubted the call I heard, wantoning the seasons dead; The opportune days were deserts, the sunlight fell on a waste, But the dawn brought me face to face with itself, with the opening flowers: I looked upon my sea casting its wrecks down the shore in the storm, The wrecks, my useless volitions, disor dered, missent, ill-protected, to the deep, The resurrected programme of self veined red with the blood of my birth, Drawing thy tide from the city up the bay, Now they have reached the Brownies' I know how you will look and what your Lake, -- A blue eye in the wood, - Ah, better for those gentlemen, Not one of that brave company Ah, what avails the silver horn, O'er ridge and hollow sped the horse Besprent with blood and foam, Nor slackened pace until at eve He brought his master home. bounds must be, When we and our sons have forever passed away. You shall not change, but a nobler race of men Shall walk beneath the stars and wander by the shore; I cannot guess their glory, but I think the sky and sea Will bring to them more gladness than they brought to us of yore. THE VIOLIN'S COMPLAINT HONEST Stradivari made me: Oh the deep, ecstatic burning! Heartless men, so long to hide me |