Wampum and Old Gold

HERVEY ALLEN
NEW HAVEN YALE UNIVERSITY PRESS
LONDON HUMPHREY MILFORD OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS
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COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY YALE UNIVERSITY PRESS
ACKNOWLEDGMENT
For permission to reprint poems appearing in this volume, thanks are due to the editors of The North American Review , The New Republic , Contemporary Verse , Life , La France , Harvey's Weekly , The Southern Review , The New York Times , The Boston Evening Transcript .
TO FRANCIS FOWLER HOGAN SOLDIER POET CORPORAL FOURTH UNITED STATES INFANTRY KILLED IN ACTION IN THE ARGONNE FOREST OCTOBER SEVENTEENTH 1918
Though my hands have not learned to model The dreams of a groping mind, Though my lips have not spoken their music And are leaving no songs behind, Think not that my life has been futile, Nor grieve for an unsaid word, For all that my lips might never sing My singing heart has heard.
I have etched the light on a willow With neither a plate nor style; I have made a song of the crescent moon And a poem of only a smile; Are they less because lips could not know them, These songs that my heart has known? Am I wholly mute who have sung with my heart And sung with my heart alone?
F. F. H.
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