DESERTED The old house leans upon a tree The heaven is wrapped in flying clouds The dark is full of whispers. Now A fox-hound howls: and through the night, Bert Leston Taylor Bert Leston Taylor was born in Goshen, Massachusetts, November 13, 1866, and educated at the College of the City of New York. He was engaged in journalism since 1895, conducting his column "A Line o' Type or Two" in the Chicago Daily Tribune. He was the author of two novels as well as A Line-o'Verse or Two (1911) and Motley Measures (1913), a pair of delightful light verse collections. Posthumous volumes have spread his lightly ironic verse beyond the mid-Western circle that read him daily. Taylor died of pneumonia March 19, 1921. CANOPUS When quacks with pills political would dope us, I like to think about that star Canopus, So far, so far away. Greatest of visioned suns, they say who list 'em; Its shell would hold our whole dinged solar system, When temporary chairmen utter speeches, And frenzied henchmen howl their battle hymns, When men are calling names and making faces, I meditate on interstellar spaces And smoke a mild seegar. For after one has had about a week of William Vaughn Moody William Vaughn Moody was born in Spencer, Indiana, July 8, 1869, and was educated at Harvard. After graduation, he spent the remaining eighteen years of his life in travel and intensive study-he taught, for eight years, at the University of Chicago-his death coming at the very height of his creative power. The Masque of Judgment, his first and strikingly original work, was published in 1900. A richer and more representative collection appeared the year following; in Poems (1901) Moody effected that mingling of challenging lyricism and spiritual philosophy which becomes more and more insistent. (See Preface.) Throughout his career, and particularly in such lines as the hotly expostulating "On a Soldier Fallen in the Philippines" and the majestic uncompleted "The Death of Eve," Moody successfully achieves the rare union of poet and preacher. "Gloucester Moors" is an outcry against the few exploiting the many; "The Quarry" and "An Ode in Time of Hesitation" are passionate with prophecy. His last extended works have an epic quality which, with their too crowded details and difficult diction, will effectually prevent them from ever becoming popular. But their importance will grow even as Moody's place in our literature will most likely be a higher one than that which has yet been accorded him. Of the lyrics woven in "The Fire-Bringer" most anthologists have preferred the song beginning: Of wounds and sore defeat I made my battle stay. The one reprinted here has not only the virtue of being little known but seems to the present editor even more searching, more typical of its author's spirit. Moody's prose play The Great Divide (1907) was extremely successful when produced by Henry Miller. The Faith Healer (1909), another play in prose, because of its more exalted tone, did not win the favor of the theatre-going public. A complete edition of The Poems and Poetic Dramas of William Vaughn Moody was published in 1912 in two volumes. In the summer of 1909 Moody was stricken with the illness from which he never recovered. Had he lived he would probably have become one of the major poets of his country. He died in October, 1910. FROM "JETSAM" Once at a simple turning of the way I met God walking; and although the dawn And I beheld one globed in ghostly fire Singing, star-strong, her golden canticle; And her mouth sang, "The hosts of Hate roll past, Love's battle comes on the wide wings of storm, O heart, shalt thou not once be strong to go The path her singing face looms low to point, Pendulous, blanched with longing, shedding flames And all my body's soilure, lacking now To make me clean for those near-searching eyes Question and be thou answered, passionate face! PANDORA'S SONG (From "The Fire-Bringer") I stood within the heart of God; I found my love and labor there, I saw the spring and summer pass, Then suddenly in my own heart "Here is my meat and wine," He said, "Here are my seasons: winter, spring, 1 ON A SOLDIER FALLEN IN THE PHILIPPINES 1 Streets of the roaring town, He comes, who was stricken down Doing the word of our will. The grists of trade can wait 1 Compare the point of view expressed in Hovey's "Unmanifest Destiny" on page 126. This poem was also written at the time of the Spanish-American War. |