ORIGINAL VERSE:

BOOKS RECEIVED

All Around Brunswick, by Annie O'Connor. Glover Bros., Brunswick,
Ga.

The Soul's Voice, by Elizabeth Voss. Richard G. Badger.

Song and Dream, by D. W. Newsom. Stratford Co., Boston.
Singing Rivers, by Dorothy Una Ratcliffe. Bodley Head, London.
Moonlight and Common Day, by Louise Morey Bowman. Macmillan
Co. of Canada, Toronto.

Satire and Romance, by Noah F. Whitaker. Pri. ptd., Springfield, O.
Heavenly Mansions, by C. C. Walsh. Pri. ptd., San Angelo, Tex.
Point de Mire, by Celine Arnauld. Jaques Povolosky & Co., Paris.
Sonnets from Tuscany and Other Poems, by Lucia. Basil Blackwell,
Oxford, Eng.

A Gate of Cedar, by Katharine Morse. Macmillan Co.

Blue Lakes to Golden Gates, by Saxe Churchill Stimson. Pri. ptd., Milwaukee, Wis.

Slabs of the Sunburnt West, by Carl Sandburg. Harcourt, Brace & Co.

ANTHOLOGIES AND TRANSLATIONS:

Prosas Profanas, by Ruben Dario.

Translated by Charles B.

McMichael. Nicholas L. Brown, New York.

Old English Poetry-Translations into Alliterative Verse, by J. Duncan
Spaeth. University Press, Princeton, N. J.

Companions-an Anthology. Samuel A. Jacobs, New York.

Poems from Punch, 1909-1920, edited by W. B. Drayton Henderson.
Macmillan & Co., London.

PROSE:

The Laureateship: A Study of the Office of Poet Laureate, with Some
Account of the Poets, by Edmund Kemper Broadus. Clarendon
Press, Oxford, Eng.

Creative Unity, by Sir Rabindranath Tagore. Macmillan Co.

Four Doses, by Igie Pulliam Wetterdorf. Stratford Co.

The New Poetry-A Study Outline, prepared by Mary Prescott Parsons.
H. W. Wilson Co., New York.

On English Poetry, by Robert Graves. Alfred A. Knopf.

The So-called Human Race, by Bert Leston Taylor. Alfred A. Knopf.

Jessica Nelson North 242

Florence Ripley Mastin 247

The Sleeper-First Autumn-Dreams-Suddenly-Bogie—
Boatman-To the Man Who Loves Twilight

Your Hands-From the Telephone
Beginning and End .

Louise Bogan 248

Elders-Resolve-Knowledge-Leave-taking-To a Dead

The Sky-Numbers-Autumn-The People-A Beautiful
Lady-August Night

Song Nets

Hilda Conkling 261

Snow Morning-What I Said—Little Green Bermuda Poem-
When Moonlight Falls-Elsa-Cloudy Pansy-Field-mouse—
"I Wondered and I Wondered"

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Copyright 1922, by Harriet Monroe. All rights reserved.

A Magazine of Verse

AUGUST 1922

THESE ARE BUT WORDS

THE SONNET

WHAT other form were worthy of your praise

WHAT

But this lute-voice, mocking the centuries.
In many a silvery phrase that hallowed is
By love not faltering with lengthening days?
A lute that I have little worth to raise
And little skill to sound-yet not amiss
Your love may find it, since my heart in this
Only one thing for your heart only says.

These are no perfect blossoms I offer you,
No rose whose crimson cup all longing slakes,
Not moonflowers, sunflowers, flowers rich of hue,

Nor silver lilies mystical with dew

No more than bluets, blown when April takes
Millions of them to make one meadow blue.

I

I have been happy: let the falcon fly,

And follow swiftly where the light wings whir—
Let him bring down the reckless wanderer,
Snatch back that eager rapture from the sky!
And I have been contented: let me cry
My discontent, until, like reeds astir
Before the swift, the tragic whisperer,
Broken are these frail dreams that satisfy!

I have known laughter: make me blind with tears.

I have loved silence: make me deaf with sound.

For every joy set vengeful grief above.

I will not shrink before the threatening years;
I will not falter, I will not give ground;
And I will love as you would have me love!

II

I have a thousand pictures of the sea-
Snatches of song and things that travellers say.
I know its shimmering from green to gray;
At dawn and sunset it is plain to me.

Like something known and loved for years will be