(1900)
Note: My thanks are due to the Editors of the Outlook and the Speaker for the kind permission they have given me to reprint a considerable number of the following poems. They have been selected and arranged rather with a view to unity of spirit than to unity of time or value; many of them being juvenile.
Another tattered rhymster in the ring,
With but the old plea to the sneering schools,
That on him too, some secret night in spring
Came the old frenzy of a hundred fools
To make some thing: the old want dark and deep,
The thirst of men, the hunger of the stars,
Since first it tinged even the Eternal's sleep,
With monstrous dreams of trees and towns and mars.
When all He made for the first time He saw,
Scattering stars as misers shake their pelf.
Then in the last strange wrath broke His own law,
And made a graven image of Himself.
Dreame-Editor's pick
My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her
I'm Divorcing with You, Mr Billionaire!
Begging For The Rejected Luna's Attention
Getting Back My Secret Luna
In Bed With My Ex's Brother-in-Law
Bribing The Billionaire's Revenge
