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POEMS OF LIFE
POEMS OF LIFE
By KATHARINE FORREST HAMILL
PHILADELPHIA PETER REILLY, PUBLISHER 133 N. THIRTEENTH STREET 1915
COPYRIGHT 1915, BY PETER REILLY PUBLISHED JULY, 1915
FIRST IMPRESSION
TO
GRACE BARTLETT STRYKER
Words fail me when I strive to say What you’ve meant to me--for so long a day Hope--Inspiration--Sympathy. Steadfast and true, whate’er might be. O priv’lege rarest to the end As in the past, to call you--_friend_.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
The poems contained within the following pages are _children of the brain_ which at intervals obtruded their company, and which, such as they are, at the solicitation of my friends, I have ventured to set down.
K. F. H.
CONTENTS
Dedication IX
Author’s Note XI
POEMS OF LIFE. Page
Today 5
Jewels 6
Something Gone 7
A-Maying 8
Tribute 9
Good-Bye 10
The Wondrous Song 14
Miladi 17
The Something-my-life-has-missed 18
Contentment 20
Gone 21
To My Muse 22
Conception 24
Awakening 25
The House Built on Sands 26
To a Butterfly 28
A Fragment 29
Query 30
I Close Mine Eyes 32
Understanding 33
We Met in May 34
I Turn Me Down a Lighted Way 36
Counsel 37
Decision 39
You Never Guessed the Secret 40
The Light 42
Education 43
Re-Adjustment 44
FROM “RHYMES FOR WEE SWEETHEARTS”
When Grandmama Was Little 53
Harold’s Lament 55
Mrs. Spider 57
The Naughty Little Girl 58
On the Stair 60
The Land O’Dreams 61
The Middle of the Night 63
When Our Fathers Were Little Boys 65
Slumber Land 67
The New Brother 68
POEMS OF LIFE
TO-DAY
The Yesterdays we might have called our own But which, in our blindness, we let slip by, Alas! they know not to return again, Deep-buried doth each, within its grave, lie.
But O belov’ed, now that we have made The golden secret ours--to hold alway We will not sorrow o’er departed hours-- Just live in God’s great glorious--To-day!
JEWELS
Oh, not the gracious deeds your kindness knew, dear, When shone my sun and skies were ever fair; But the more precious sympathies you tendered In sorrow’s hour. _Those_ my jewels rare Which dearer, than off’ring wealth knows to proffer, I’ll keep beside me whate’er may attend, Nor render up so long as Life’s day lasteth,-- Aye, and take with me, when shall plead its end.
SOMETHING GONE
You come to me--you take my hand, You try to make me see Things should become as they once were, ’Twixt you and me.
I listen to each word, you say, I mark well ev’ry tone, Only to find--you plead in vain,-- There’s something gone.
Something gone--that cannot come back again, Tho’ most entreatingly you pray. Yet, not mine the fault,--but yours alone, It went away.
A-MAYING
We will go a-Maying dear, Just you and I together, Oh, the glory of God’s blossoming Sunshiny weather! Ev’ry ill we will forget, Nor remember a regret, For ’twill never do to fret Whilst we are a-straying. Only laughter ringing clear, Waking echo far and near; You and I so happy dear; A-Maying! A-Maying!
TRIBUTE
To prove myself--aye, that’s my aim, To prove myself for those Who took me by the hand and held, Nor cared if others chose To notice or pass coldly by. Thro’ stormiest of weather Stood ever at my side, and said We’ll face the world together!
GOOD-BYE
_She_
Good-bye, yes, I’ve decided It’s best--it should not go _on_, The quite delightful companionship You and I, for some time, have known.
No, do not try to dissuade me, I’ve thought it most carefully o’er, To arrive at but one conviction-- We must see each other no more.
_He_
And you think to sever our friendship By a mere putting away, Letting the same, as it were, slip from us Nor permitting me to say,
A word in defence of its going As if I’d no _right_ to share In the matter of decision I ask you,--Is it fair?
_She_
Man-like you refuse to _reason_ To see it’s the only way, That the step really should have been taken Even _before_ to-day.
With you ’tis quite diff’rent,--the matter,-- You’ve priv’lege entire of your life; But my freedom bows to restriction,-- I am another man’s wife.
_He_
Yes, another man’s wife, but the honor The Fates have conferred, it would seem He doesn’t the quite appreciate,-- At least, ’tis the knowledge I gleam.
From observing his attitude towards you, Which I’m sure,--and you can but agree, Is not in the least in keeping with what A husband’s towards a wife _should_ be.
_She_
And his failing you think permits me Favor to accept at _your_ hands, That the vow I took at the altar Ceases to impose its demands.
In sickness or health I promised, “For better or worse”,--till the day, He who gave should in his judgment See fit to take away.
_He_
And you’ll let it bind you, that promise, To a man who does not care; Whose int’rest is the thoroughly selfish, In whose secrets--you do not share,
Listen, dear, the priv’lege of Mortals,-- To get what we can out of life. Free yourself from the bond that is irksome And find happiness, as my wife.
_She_
Nay, not so, the rule of living Holds faithful but to the one test; Nor counts it--another’s transgression, We must give of _ourselves_--our best.
Of no use to appeal the exception, The truth remains fix’ed alway, So, good-bye, it _must_ be,--and, God bless you,-- _There is nothing more to say_.
THE WONDROUS SONG
I longed to sing a wondrous song, So wondrous, ’twould compel The admiration unreserved Of one and all as well.
My pen I took in hand and strove The magic words to write, Alas! I could not of my Muse Inspiration invite.
She would not humor, tho’ I begged Persistently and long For the right metre--the right thought, To best set down my song.
’Twas stately phrase I coveted, The Laurel I would court-- That of the world’s acknowledgment Of unsurpass´ed thought.
At length disheartened, my appeal Knew, but to be denied, I rose and to the window moved, And marked the scene outside.
All quiet stretched the land before, Enwrapt in the soft haze Which with such rare enchantment clothes Autumn’s initial days.
Idly my glance the expanse swept Till it came to where lay Outside the gate, the winding road Leading to far-away.
Then with the moment light was mine-- Yet not complex its thought, The inspiration which appealed Was diff’rent, from that sought.
The winding road--the simple theme-- They who followed after-- The toll it wrested of sad tears, For short dole of laughter.
The tranquil ways bidden farewell, To seek of its unrest, The truth alas! too oft brought home, The paths forsook, were best.
Could I but so compose a lay, That one who heard might pause, Nor continue to sacrifice In an unrighteous cause.
And keep his soul tho’ it should be By cruelest conflict wrung, I need not further supplicate-- My wondrous song were sung.
MILADI
Miladi is so wonderful in furbelows and laces; Miladi is so wonderful of such beguiling graces; My poor faint heart goes pit-a-pat when she her Slave addresses I wonder if how _much_ I love, Miladi guesses!
Miladi is so wonderful, her dimples and her curls; Miladi is so wonderful, my mind bewildered whirls; Oh would some pow’r benign might make it plain for me to see How much it is, in very truth, Miladi thinks of _me_.
THE SOMETHING MY LIFE HAS MISSED
It whispers in the murmur Of the breezes passing by, Pulsates in the azure Of ev’ry flawless sky. And oh! when twilight gathers And its curtain gently falls, The-something-my-life-has-missed Calls and calls.
Part of the Throng have found it, The light within their eyes Pleads of too great a radiance The truth to disguise. Their world is all they wish for, Nor know they to implore From off Destiny’s altar Happiness more.
It whispers in the murmur Of the breezes passing by, Pulsates in the azure Of ev’ry flawless sky. Some day I, too, shall know it In all its ecstacy, The-something-my-life-has-missed Will come to me.
CONTENTMENT
To have you with me day by day Watch you flitting to and fro, In and out this room and that, Up and down the stairs and lo! With each turn mark you at Some task benign--love bids you know.
To have you with me day by day, A tender, trusting, gracious self Let the world treasure as it may, To me, far dearer than its wealth Your comradeship. Nor pleads the hour In all God’s calendar so true, With blessing richer for its dow’r Than the rare one which gave me,--_you_.
GONE
I turn to find you, But do not see-- Who at my side I knew Continually.
Again, I hearken! But do not hear, Your voice answer mine In tones so clear.
Gone!--nevermore on earth To see, to know, And I still live on God!--is it so?
TO MY MUSE
Let others bow before Wealth’s shrine, And tribute render up For the pleasures manifold it brings To overflow Life’s cup. But at your altar, Muse, I kneel And reverential pray, When darkness would have claimed my soul-- You held its blight at bay.
My sky of Life was overcast-- Nor showed one patch of blue-- Love had betrayed, and deep,--ah, deep! My heart drank of its rue. Where lo! a hand my shoulder pressed, E’en as I would give up;-- I turned,--your eyes looked into mine-- There passed the cup.
A music wonderful entranced Which led to heights afar; Ever it beckoned on, and on, My guiding star. The chains that hitherto had held,-- How worthless proved their pow’r! Instead of wishing Life to pass I thanked God for each hour.
_Let others bow before Wealth’s shrine, And tribute render up For the pleasures manifold it brings To overflow Life’s cup. But at your altar, Muse, I kneel And reverential pray, When darkness would have claimed my soul,-- You held its blight at bay._
CONCEPTION
To the many you give of your lighter vein Laughter and gay repartee. But the deeper side,--that which thinks things out, You give to me.
With the many you play Life’s make-believe game; ’Tis a bantering light they see When they look in your eyes, their earnest gaze You save for me.
The many accept you for what you would seem; From such blundering am I free: I know you for your own true self,--the self You are to me.
AWAKENING
Oh, truth was mine before. I knew The sun was gold; the skies of day were blue; But the wonder of things, dear--_this_ never grew Until into my life, God’s grace sent _you_.
THE HOUSE BUILT ON SANDS
We will go, he said, far, far away, And a world make of our own. A kingdom, such as never before On land or sea, has been known.
She smiled into his eyes,--and oh! the look Of perfect trust she gave As he gathered her close, vowing the while Allegiance unto the grave.
Well, they went away and made their world As others had done before, For the time being love blinding them To the confine of its shore.
They were all-in-all to each other, alone, And it mattered not a whit, That, in the scheme of things outside the pale, They were not permitted to fit.
Defiance they flung in the face of dissent! Life,--was it not their right To live it as they wanted to? And they would, all warning despite.
Why burden the pages by writing down Their history in detail? Was ever yet such a compact made That was known _not_ to fail.
’Twas a question of time,--“_The house built on sands_” From its moorings slipped away; They who court Fate’s disfavor--or soon--or late, “Pass under the rod” of her sway.
TO A BUTTERFLY
Butterfly, Butterfly, Roaming thro’ the air-- Flying here, flying there, Flying--ev’rywhere. Bending o’er the roses’ petals, Drinking of their dew, Then away--with quick dart-- Cleaving towards the blue!
Butterfly, Butterfly, Roaming thro’ the air-- If I, like you, had privilege, To wander ev’rywhere. I’d spread my wings and soar up! up! Straight to Heav’n’s door-- And when I got there Butterfly, I’d roam no more!
A FRAGMENT
Flowers exquisite frequent thrive, Hidden in the shade Of some o’er-arching foliage In a secluded glade.
They need the shadow, not the sun, To best perfect their bloom. E’en so, life’s rarest thought expands Oft, in its darkened room.
QUERY
You love me, you say, and want me To become your own. I believe you are in earnest now, But,--as the years go on--
What do you think will happen! Shall we travel side by side, Lovers, and faithful companions, Whatever may betide?
So many have taken the venture, But to find it turn out for the bad, Who, at the beginning, just as much faith In a different outcome had.
That I’m fearful our fate might be like theirs,-- Have we proof, think you, it will not? A guarantee,--we shall never grow tired And want to unfasten the knot?
Tho’ my love is yours, ’twere far better, Our paths separately should trend; Than start together, and _then_ diverge, Nor accomplish the journey’s end.
I CLOSE MINE EYES
I close mine eyes, and see you dear As in the dear, dead days; The tender grace, and strength of poise, Marking you from the rest apart. And oh! it seems as if I must Enfold you to my heart.
I close mine eyes, and see you dear As in the dear, dead days; The hair’s soft fall over the brow, Within your eyes love’s ardent light, It cannot be! it cannot be! My day has turned to night.
I close mine eyes, and see you dear As in the dear, dead days; Before love’s bitter aftermath Whose penalty ’tis mine to know. Oh! come to me from out its void! _I need you so! I need you so._
UNDERSTANDING
You have not spoken the word, dear, But I know! I know! It came to me of a-sudden How you loved me so! A glance which escaped unguarded, The truth made plain. I’ve hugged its memory to me Over, and over again!
You have not spoken the word, dear, But I know! I know! It came to me of a-sudden How you loved me so! A breath, with a catch in the taking,-- And my world, you see, Became changed,--for I love you, dear! As you love me!
WE MET IN MAY
We met in May, I know you have forgotten, Have long since put all thought of me away; Yet in my heart the mem’ry ever lingers,-- We met in May.
Fragrant the air with redolence of blossom! Matchless the sky of perfect, cloudless blue! And oh! the music that the world was ringing-- When I met you.
Another has your fancy from me captured; Her lot,--Fate’s tenderer impulse to know. Whilst I, adown the years waiting the facing, Alone, must go.
No thought is mine save that bequeaths a blessing;-- God grant your life be a long, happy day. You have forgotten, but I must remember,-- We met in May.
I TURN ME DOWN A LIGHTED WAY
I turn me down a lighted way Where laughter rings and song floats out; And, as I gain the happy throng, All eagerly they flock about.
I smile on this side, and on that, Join the gay flow of repartee: Yet, deep, deep down, within my heart Echoes the endless moan for thee.
I hark to him who compliments, Within my eyes a sparkling light. I play the game,--nor does he guess Its fire has burned to ashes white.
They count me merriest of all. Not one who notes the deep-down sigh, Who lists--Life’s tragic undertone,-- _We’ve said good-bye--we’ve said good-bye_.
COUNSEL
Have you balked at the test you’ve been put to, Are you weary of straining a point? Is the fight too hard, the way too long? Is there too much of sighing, too little of song? Does ev’ry thing seem to be going wrong? The scheme entire, as it were, out of joint?
Then lend me an ear whilst I counsel awhile, You must take a _fresh_ grip, my friend, The game is yours if you’ll make it your own, Defeat is a word that need never be known. He who _sticks_ in his mount, _cannot_ be thrown, Let his steed strive its best to that end.
The sun goes down with the gloom of each night, But it rises again with each morn, And there’s so much of brightness to be gathered in, Such wonderful happiness ours to win, Throw despair to the winds, and anew begin, Standing forth--the Mortal re-born!
DECISION
At times, I think, were we to talk it over The something wanting in your life and mine, We might arrive at clearer understanding The cause of our unhappiness define.
Yet, ever with the impulse strong upon me Such course to follow out as for the best, Comes swift the contradictory impression,-- ’Twould useless be to put it to the test.
That sympathy which pleads when souls are mated Is the so woefully lacking,--’tis clear, It could not prove aught else than effort wasted,-- You are so far,--to try and draw you near.
YOU NEVER GUESSED THE SECRET
You never guessed the secret, Nor have unto to-day. The truth of it never reached you, I hid it so well away. The truth of how I loved you, Yet spake not, for your sake; Nor is it easy to put aside What One so longs to take.
The voice of you, in my musings, The glance of you, in my dreams; The feeling, you ever were near me, Even now, how compelling it seems! As if but to turn--were to see you; To know the clasp of your hand; Yet, I guarded the knowledge carefully, And you did not understand.
Still the thought of you hurt, and I hungered-- Hungered, day and night, It will count when the story is ended, I was able to see aright. You never guessed the secret, Nor have unto to-day. The truth of it never reached you, I hid it so well away.
THE LIGHT
The light! the light! For all is dark, The light I pray, My feet stumble, I cannot find the way.
The light! the light! For all is dark, Soon the night Complete, will overtake The light! the light! Oh! God--the light!
EDUCATION
You say you are shocked, my lady,--and so you ought to be. A comedy, quite upon my soul, To make me love you,--then fence about When I demand only righteous toll.
An innocent flirtation, you intended no harm,-- Well, a lesson the trifler learns, To keep a safe distance away from fire,-- For the truth, not the lie, it burns.
RE-ADJUSTMENT
You beg of me to forgive you The Other in your life. She, who has for some time, I’ve discovered, Been defrauding the wife.
You avow you never loved her That ’twas she led you along-- And why hold one responsible Who’s not guilty of a wrong?
Won’t I forgive, as you urge me, Forgive and try to forget? Let the rest of your life be a token, Of how sincere your regret.
I must have time for my answer, Some things take the breath-- It seems to die, we need not Always wait for death.
I loved you so absolutely, Thought you so completely my own; I never questioned but that we meant All in all to each other--alone.
And you the while were betraying The faith I held so dear, Selling the same to another-- No, do not come near.
When its foundation becomes weakened, A structure is undermined, Nor can it at all times, be strengthened anew, They who venture the effort, find.
I will do my best to replace it-- The foundation my trust hath known; Should I fail--tho’ sincere my intention--tion-- You must go on your way--alone.
FROM “RHYMES FOR WEE SWEETHEARTS”
Acknowledgment is made to Messrs. George W. Jacobs & Company for their courtesy in granting permission to reprint in this volume verses from “Rhymes for Wee Sweethearts.”
WHEN GRANDMAMA WAS LITTLE
When grandmama was little-- It was years and years ago, In what folks call, at this time, The old-fashioned days, you know-- Why, she had such a perfect time, The best you ever saw: We wish that we’d been little Same time as grandmama.
She tells us all about it, And then, if we are good, And just sit still and listen, The way all children should, And never interrupt a bit, Or question ’bout the rest Till she’s all through, she shows us The things up in her chest.
I can’t begin to tell you The half of what is there: The rag-dolls soiled and faded That haven’t any hair, And toys, and--oh, yes!--lady-dolls, And, folded with the rest, A little rose-bud muslin frock, Her one-time very best.
And there’s her picture taken In this self-same gown, With ruffles reaching to the waist And panties showing down; Hair parted in the middle; Over each ear a curl: Oh! but our grandmama was pretty! When a little girl!
HAROLD’S LAMENT
Blamed if I see any fun In being a boy, With ev’rybody trying Their hardest to annoy! It’s “Harold” here, and “Harold” there Until they have me sick Of “Run along!”--“Don’t be slow!”-- Or “Hurry up; be quick!”
First some one sends me down-stairs, I run with might and main; Before I’m half-way there it’s turn And run right up again! And sure as I go out to play, Or have a little fun, I’m called straight in: there’s something else A-waiting to be done!
I just believe I’ll run away; Pack all my things and go! Can’t see the use of staying ’round And being treated so! For I just bet when they were small, Not _one_ of them would do Half of the errands and the things That I’m expected to!
MRS. SPIDER