Aye, these are thine to heal thy heart,
To give thee back the thrill of Youth,
To seek therein the gold of Art,
And seek the broken shapes of Truth.”
The same Orrick Johns wrote this blatant bit of free verse in Poetry a few months later. Both the paucity of ideas and the enlarged ego are very well shown here:
No man shall ever read me,
For I bring about in a gesture what they cannot fathom in a life;
Yet I tell Bob and Harry and Bill—
It costs me nothing to be kind;