. The year's at the spring; an anthology of recent poetry. Overheard on aSaltmarsh YMPH, nymph, what are your beads ?Green glass, gobhn. Why do you stare at them ?Give them me. them me. Give them me. No. Then I will howl all night in the reeds,Lie in the mud and howl for them. Goblin, why do you love them so ? They are better than stars or than voices of winds that sing,Better than any mans fair trreen f^lass beads on a silver ring-. Hush, I stole them out of the moon. 94 THE r E A RS Ar THE S P RING Give me your beads. I desire them. No. I will howl in a dee
. The year's at the spring; an anthology of recent poetry. Overheard on aSaltmarsh YMPH, nymph, what are your beads ?Green glass, gobhn. Why do you stare at them ?Give them me. them me. Give them me. No. Then I will howl all night in the reeds,Lie in the mud and howl for them. Goblin, why do you love them so ? They are better than stars or than voices of winds that sing,Better than any mans fair trreen f^lass beads on a silver ring-. Hush, I stole them out of the moon. 94 THE r E A RS Ar THE S P RING Give me your beads. I desire them. No. I will howl in a deep lagoon For your green glass beads, I love them so. Give them me. Give them. No. HAROLD MONRO. 95 THE r E ARS AT THE • SPRING A Flower is Lookingthrough the Ground FLOWER is looking through the ground,BHnking at the April weather ;Now a child has seen the flower:Now they go and play together. Now it seems the flower will speak,And will call the child its brother—But, oh strange forgetfulness !—They dont recognize each other. HAROLD MONRO
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