SOME saw a dragon eating up the light, Oho! Oho! Oho, ho, ho!

Some heard a lost bird riding out the night, Oho! Oho! Oho, ho, ho!

But I saw:

A low dark hill with its twisted back Two wings of flame from the green cloud rack, A sprawling flank overlaid with leaf Glitter and gleam and shine like steel, Crackle and lash like a serpent's tail!

And I heard:

The wind draw out of the west and wail, Dance and stagger and jig and reel!

With the long low sound of a life in grief!

I saw a life in grief Oho! 0ho! Oho, ho, ho Dance and stagger and jig and reel!

Oho! Oho! Oho, ho, ho!

JEANNETTE MARKS

"THE BOOKMAN."