Enfolding the world in our music,
Rejoicing again in our marriage.
One day that shall be ....
But to-day
I am weary—
The East is rosy with promise of dawn.
(The following is one of the poems in Edgar Lee Master’s “Spoon River Anthology” which has been running in Reedy’s St. Louis Mirror and attracting such wide-spread attention. In our opinion it is in the first ranks of fine poetry.)
Caroline Branson
With our hearts like drifting suns, had we but walked
As often before the April fields till star-light