FOUNTAIN OF LOVELINESS
Fountain of loveliness, flowing
Deep in a wildwood of aspen and pine,
Swanlike forever upon thy calm surface
I drift in my nakedness, white in the sun.
O plunge me beneath,
Where thy depths are the greenest,
Cover my heart,
And the secret it keeps!
HIGHWAY NUMBER 66
We drove down the road
Like two bats out of Hell,
And before us the gates
At the rail crossing fell.
But we crashed through the splinters
And over the tracks,
And the train whistled madly
And screamed at our backs.
And we rode on in silence
With never a word,
And only the wind
And the motor were heard.
For a lad lay a-dying
That both of us knew,
And over the hills
To his bedside we flew.
He was dead when we got there,
And somehow I know
At that curve on the hill
With the valley below,
Where the crossing is laid,
And that monster of steel,
Not my hand, but his
Was guiding the wheel.