Of sudden snow he hastens on to Clark. In a cheap room there is an eye to mark His coming and be glad. His footsteps hurry. She will have money, earned this afternoon Through men who took her from a near saloon Wherein she sits at table to dragoon Roughnecks or simpletons upon a lark. Within a little hall a fierce-eyed youth Rants of the burdens on the people's backs-- He would cure all things with the single tax. A clergyman demands more gospel truth, Speaking to Christians at a weekly dinner. A parlor Marxian, for a beginner Would take the railways. And amid applause Where lawyers dine, a judge says all will be Well if we hand down to posterity Respect for courts and judges and the laws. An anarchist would fight. Upon the whole, Another thinks, to cultivate one's soul Is most important--let the passing show Go where it wills, and where it wills to go. Outside the stars look down. Stars are content To be so quiet and indifferent. WHEN UNDER THE ICY EAVES When under the icy eaves The swallow heralds the sun, And the dove for its lost mate grieves And the young lambs play and run; When the sea is a plane of glass, And the blustering winds are still, And the strength of the thin snows pass In mists o'er the tawny hill-- The spirit of life awakes In the fresh flags by the lakes. When the sick man seeks the air, And the graves of the dead grow green, Where the children play unaware Of the faces no longer seen; When all we have felt or can feel, And all we are or have been, And all the heart can hide or reveal, Knocks gently, and enters in:-- The spirit of life awakes, In the fresh flags by the lakes. IN THE CAR We paused to say good-by, As we thought for a little while, Alone in the car, in the corner Around the turn of the aisle. A quiver came in your voice, Your eyes were sorrowful too; 'Twas over--I strode to the doorway, Then turned to wave an adieu. But you had not come from the corner, And though I had gone so far, I retraced, and faced you coming Into the aisle of the car. You stopped as one who was caught In an evil mood by surprise.-- I want to forget, I am trying To forget the look in your eyes. Your face was blank and cold, Like Lot's wife turned to salt. I suddenly trapped and discovered Your soul in a hidden fault. Your eyes were tearless and wide, And your wide eyes looked on me Like a Mænad musing murder, Or the mask of Melpomene. And there in a flash of lightning I learned what I never could prove: That your heart contained no sorrow, And your heart contained no love. And my heart is light and heavy, And this is the reason why: I am glad we parted forever, And sad for the last good-by. SIMON SURNAMED PETER