Author: | Helen Hay Whitney | ISBN: | 1230000158847 |
Publisher: | Lost Leaf Publications | Publication: | August 8, 2013 |
Imprint: | Language: | English |
Author: | Helen Hay Whitney |
ISBN: | 1230000158847 |
Publisher: | Lost Leaf Publications |
Publication: | August 8, 2013 |
Imprint: | |
Language: | English |
CONTENTS
PAGE
To Neighbor Life 1
The Unburied 2
Up a Little Road 3
On Cedar Street, New York 4
Che Sarà Sarà 5
The Dead Wanton 6
Leaven 7
Quaeritur 8
Love Land 9
By the Western Gate 10
For Music 11
The Little Ghost 12
Madonna Eve 13
A Conversation 14
Be Brave 15
Forfeiture 16
The Search 17
Dust 18
Nature's Child 19
Veritatis 20[Pg viii]
The Peacock 21
Anticipation 22
The Wayfarer 23
Renunciation 24
Arabesque 25
The Architects 26
Ambush 27
The Scales 28
The Old Tragedy 29
Taboo 30
The Rivals 31
Alone 32
Beneath the Mask 33
Thoth 34
Little Dancer 35
Sic Itur ad Astra 36
The Judges 37
TO NEIGHBOR LIFE
Neighbor Life, I love you well,
Have you any goods to sell?
Let me buy or let me borrow
Joy, to tide me o'er the morrow;
I will give you in exchange
Baskets full of thoughts that range,
Bright utensils of my brain;
Coins of feeling you shall gain.
All I ask in equal measure
Is your store of joy and pleasure.
Neighbor Life, I love you well,
Have you any joy to sell?
CONTENTS
PAGE
To Neighbor Life 1
The Unburied 2
Up a Little Road 3
On Cedar Street, New York 4
Che Sarà Sarà 5
The Dead Wanton 6
Leaven 7
Quaeritur 8
Love Land 9
By the Western Gate 10
For Music 11
The Little Ghost 12
Madonna Eve 13
A Conversation 14
Be Brave 15
Forfeiture 16
The Search 17
Dust 18
Nature's Child 19
Veritatis 20[Pg viii]
The Peacock 21
Anticipation 22
The Wayfarer 23
Renunciation 24
Arabesque 25
The Architects 26
Ambush 27
The Scales 28
The Old Tragedy 29
Taboo 30
The Rivals 31
Alone 32
Beneath the Mask 33
Thoth 34
Little Dancer 35
Sic Itur ad Astra 36
The Judges 37
TO NEIGHBOR LIFE
Neighbor Life, I love you well,
Have you any goods to sell?
Let me buy or let me borrow
Joy, to tide me o'er the morrow;
I will give you in exchange
Baskets full of thoughts that range,
Bright utensils of my brain;
Coins of feeling you shall gain.
All I ask in equal measure
Is your store of joy and pleasure.
Neighbor Life, I love you well,
Have you any joy to sell?