"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.
CONTENTS.
POEMS WRITTEN SINCE 1918:
[Confession]
[Despair]
[Vale]
[Aftermath]
[Hylas]
[Bacchus Is Gone]
[Tiger Lilies]
Three Landscape Moods:
[Youth]
[High Tide o' Life]
[Old Age]
The Seasons:
[Spring's Pilgrimage]
[Summer]
[Autumn Portents]
[Autumn Invocation]
[Dream Fragment]
[When Shady Avenue Was Shady Lane]
[Triangles vs. Circles]
[The Old Judge]
[Bewitched]
[The Wingless Victory]
POEMS WRITTEN IN FRANCE AT THE FRONT: