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From The Italian

© Edith Nesbit

AS a little child whom his mother has chidden,
Wrecked in the dark in a storm of weeping,
Sleeps with his tear-stained eyes closed hidden
And, with fists clenched, sobs still in his sleeping,

Ballad of the Moon, Moon

© Federico Garcia Lorca

Ay how the nightjar sings!
How it sings in the tree!
The moon goes through the sky
with a child in her hand.

Song

© Martha Sansom

Foolish eyes, thy streams give over,

Wine, not water, binds the lover:

Jubilo

© Allen Tate

Tail-spinning from the shelves of sky
See how it dips and tacks and tosses
To cast a beam in the mind's eye:
Who will count the gains and the losses
On the Day of Jubilo?

Where-Away

© James Whitcomb Riley

O the Lands of Where-Away!

Tell us--tell us--where are they?

One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue Part V

© Madison Julius Cawein

_We, whom God sets a task,
Striving, who ne'er attain,
We are the curst!--who ask
Death, and still ask in vain.
We, whom God sets a task._

The Anti-Politician

© Alexander Brome

ome leave thy care, and love thy friend;

Live freely, don't despair,

El Torbellino

© Amado Ruiz de Nervo

Espíritu que naufraga
en medio de un torbellino,
porque manda mi destino
que lo que no quiero haga;

She had a tall man's height or more;
Her face from summer's noontide heat
No bonnet shaded, but she wore
A mantle, to her very feet
Descending with a graceful flow,
And on her head a cap as white as new-fallen snow.