Herbs and Apples

To be alone, to watch the dusk and weep
HERBS AND APPLES BY HELEN HAY WHITNEY
Author of Songs and Sonnets, Gypsy Verses, Etc.
New York: JOHN LANE COMPANY London: JOHN LANE, THE BODLEY HEAD MCMX
Copyright, 1910 By John Lane Company THE UNIVERSITY PRESS, CAMBRIDGE, U.S.A.
I give you this, the bitter and the sweet. It holds my heart, can you not hear it beat? So poor a gift to put within your hand— Apples and Herbs!—but you will understand.

Acknowledgment is made to Messrs. Harper & Bros., the Century Company, The Metropolitan Magazine, and Collier's Weekly, for courteous permission to reproduce certain of the verses included in this volume.


Neighbor Life, I love you well, Have you any goods to sell? Let me buy or let me borrow Joy, to tide me o'er the morrow; I will give you in exchange Baskets full of thoughts that range, Bright utensils of my brain; Coins of feeling you shall gain. All I ask in equal measure Is your store of joy and pleasure. Neighbor Life, I love you well, Have you any joy to sell?