[LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS]
| PAGE | |
|---|---|
| "To be Alone, to Watch the Dusk and Weep" [Frontispiece] | [32] |
| "Smiling She Flouts Demosthenes" | [6] |
| The Peacock | [21] |
| Little Dancer | [35] |
| The Romany | [43] |
| Pervanche | [46] |
| "And Wrap My Heart Close Shrouded in the Hours" | [50] |
HERBS AND APPLES
[TO NEIGHBOR LIFE]
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?