And while we are listening to the music of these human stars, the music of the celestial spheres set down in human words, let us catch again the poetic echo of that third line and let it linger long as we listen, "Rise from the foam of Nature's sunlit ocean," and "Forget it not till the crowns are crumbled, Till the swords of the kings are rent with rust; Forget it not till the hills lie humbled, And the Springs of the seas run dust," that, as Edwin Markham sings, this echo is the echo of the eternal poetic music. With these wondrous lines he answers the question which he himself asks in "Fragments," "What is Success?" "Out of the endless ore Of deep desire to coin the utmost gold Of passionate memory: to have lived so well That the fifth moon, when it swims up once more Through orchard boughs where mating orioles build And apple trees unfold, Find not of that dear need that all things tell The heart unburdened nor the arms unfilled." Poems by Alan Seeger. Joy comes next in our treatment of the outstanding singings of this singing poet, and he himself has given us the connecting link in the following lines: "He has drained as well Joy's perfumed bowl and cried as I have cried: Be Fame their mistress whom Love passes by." Poems by Alan Seeger. And thus smoothly we pass from Fame to Joy and hear him sing of this fourth high peak of Youth. THE SONG OF JOY Whatever he did, whatever he sang, whatever he lived, this man swept all things else aside and plunged in over head. He loved to swim and he loved to dive. Perhaps into his living and his writing he carried this athletic joy also, and as he lived he lived to the full. It seems so as one reads in "I Loved" these impassioned lines: "From a boy I gloated on existence. Earth to me Seemed all sufficient and my sojourn there One trembling opportunity for joy." Poems by Alan Seeger. And then one pauses to weep awhile, and the lines grow dim as he reads them again to know that this man, who so loved to live, who gloated on existence, who saw life as a trembling opportunity for Joy, must leave it so soon. And yet he left it nobly. Again in "An Ode to Antares" he sings of Joy: "What clamor importuning from every booth! At Earth's great market where Joy is trafficked in Buy while thy purse yet swells with golden Youth!" Poems by Alan Seeger.