Invitation

Come out with me. The first faint ray of light Gleams dimly out of the sombre grey;
The clock strikes out in the shadowy night Its welcome to the day.
All's still in the town, but far away,
From a farmhouse which lies beyond the fog,
Calls, with great burst of joy that marks the day,
The loudly-barking dog.
Come through the grasses. Dimly now I see
The housetops, yet dark and stern against the blue,
And shuddering dewdrops on a slender tree
That's waiting there for you.
Come out with me. A great red ball of fire
Shines fiercely out of a leaden sea;
The gull moans out from the funeral pyre
A love song all for thee.

—S.G.M.

page 62

page 63 page 64