. The Rotunda . orfolk, which form-erly published the Lyric. Shehas never pubhshed a book, but herwork has been included in such col-lections as The Home Book of Mod-ern Verse; Braithwaites Anthologiesof Magazine Verse, 1923-29; ?Vir-ginian Writers of Fugitive Verse;A Wreath for Edwin Markhani;?Anthology of Revolutionary Poetry;Twentieth Century Love Poem;;;Newspaper Anthology; PrincipalPoets of the World WhosWho Among North Am;.>rican Auth-ors; Print o Life, etc. She won a number of prizes, bothlocal and general. Her work \s fre-quently quoted in the Literary D;,New York Time
. The Rotunda . orfolk, which form-erly published the Lyric. Shehas never pubhshed a book, but herwork has been included in such col-lections as The Home Book of Mod-ern Verse; Braithwaites Anthologiesof Magazine Verse, 1923-29; ?Vir-ginian Writers of Fugitive Verse;A Wreath for Edwin Markhani;?Anthology of Revolutionary Poetry;Twentieth Century Love Poem;;;Newspaper Anthology; PrincipalPoets of the World WhosWho Among North Am;.>rican Auth-ors; Print o Life, etc. She won a number of prizes, bothlocal and general. Her work \s fre-quently quoted in the Literary D;,New York Times Book ileview, etcSome of her poems have been set tomusic, and The Unwillin;; her best-known lyric, hasbeen put into Braille. there is always room for improve-ment, you know. You keep up yourgood work and when the contest day is over, you willcome out at the big end of the classmen, what are you goingto do about it? (Have your reply printed in theRotunda next week.). PANORAMA Sapphire sea Gulls wining their way listlessly overyoung breakers Topaz sun Transforming sails to pearl. A strip of emerald land Bordered by grey chalk-cliffs And dotted by myriads of low thatch-ed roofs Plymouth Harbor Nestled within the Devonshire hills. V. L., 32 THE DEATH MARCH Slow, impassive, The leaden feet moved across the barren waste;Haggard facesPeered into the haze that closed them in;One soul. Gazing into the face of Hoaveu,Caught sight of darkening wingsAs the deserts dread monsterSwooped down into that .sea of dic-ing scream—Chilling the blood that still ran weak within the heaving for a minute the weary march;One lone frame of a mar lay prey to the scorching sunAnd to the deserts dreail monster- -While slow, leaden feet moved across the barren waste. L. 32 !? IN VACATION Loves age long incantation to Pate, Mellowd by infinite Time, Glibd by the power of a thousand tongues,Yet awkward and overwhelmed on mine
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