To May Marjory!
Then she raised them, and my heart went thrumming,
Though I kept on humming;
“You’re a dear!” said she.
—From Judge.
THE MOUNTAIN MIST
By Hesper Le Gallienne
I am the mist and the lover of mountains,
I, like a scarf, waft and wave in the breeze;
I am the sister of streams and of fountains,