Thou Art the Pearl 37 Arcadian Winter 38 Provençal Legend 40 The Encore 42 Song 43 L’Envoi 44 The Palatine 47 The Gaul in the Capitol 49 A Likeness 50 The Swedish Mother 52 Spanish Johnny 54 Autumn Melody 55 Prairie Spring 56 Macon Prairie 57 Street in Packingtown 60 A Silver Cup 62 Recognition 65 Going Home 66 PART I APRIL TWILIGHTS AND OTHER POEMS [Illustration] “GRANDMITHER, THINK NOT I FORGET” Grandmither, think not I forget, when I come back to town, An’ wander the old ways again an’ tread them up an’ down. I never smell the clover bloom, nor see the swallows pass, Without I mind how good ye were unto a little lass. I never hear the winter rain a-pelting all night through, Without I think and mind me of how cold it falls on you. And if I come not often to your bed beneath the thyme, Mayhap ’t is that I’d change wi’ ye, and gie my bed for thine, Would like to sleep in thine. I never hear the summer winds among the roses blow, Without I wonder why it was ye loved the lassie so. Ye gave me cakes and lollipops and pretty toys a score,-- I never thought I should come back and ask ye now for more. Grandmither, gie me your still, white hands, that lie upon your breast, For mine do beat the dark all night and never find me rest; They grope among the shadows an’ they beat the cold black air, They go seekin’ in the darkness, an’ they never find him there, An’ they never find him there.