The Spinners' Book of Fiction

the devil sit in filon's eyes and laugh—laugh—some time he go away like a man at a window, but he come again. M'siu, he live there! From a Painting by E. Almond Withrow
BY Gertrude Atherton, Mary Austin Geraldine Bonner, Mary Halleck Foote Eleanor Gates, James Hopper, Jack London Bailey Millard, Miriam Michelson, W. C. Morrow Frank Norris, Henry Milner Rideout Charles Warren Stoddard, Isobel Strong Richard Walton Tully and Herman Whitaker
With a dedicatory poem by George Sterling
COLLECTED BY THE BOOK COMMITTEE OF THE SPINNERS' CLUB
Illustrated by Lillie V. O'Ryan, Maynard Dixon Albertine Randall Wheelan, Merle Johnson E. Almond Withrow and Gordon Ross Initials and decorations by Spencer Wright
Published in behalf of The Spinners' Benefit Fund Ina D. Coolbrith First Beneficiary ——— Copyright , 1907 by Paul Elder and Company
With wilder sighing in the pine The wind went by, and so I dreamed; And in that dusk of sleep it seemed A city by the sea was mine.
To statelier sprang the walls of Tyre From seaward cliff or stable hill; And light and music met to fill The splendid courts of her desire—
(Extolling chords that cried her praise, And golden reeds whose mellow moan Was like an ocean's undertone Dying and lost on forest ways).
But sweeter far than any sound That rang or rippled in her halls, Was one beyond her eastern walls, By summer gardens girdled round.
Twas from a nightingale, and oh! The song it sang hath never word! Sweeter it seemed than Love's, first-heard, Or lutes in Aidenn murmuring low.