Here at our feet Rises out of the quiet water Stormily, ridge by ridge, Buttress by buttress, Cliff beyond cliff beyond cliff, The jagged headland. Here, Gigantic, primeval, Juts the grey promontory. It is bleaker than death, though temples deck it; Starker than ice, though pines bestrew it; Inhuman, though the village at its base Humanly nestles. With writhing turrets, With dizzy gulfs, With winding abysses And cloven brinks, The rock rises In ripples, in waves, in spires— It rises fiercely, with an appalling passion,— An apparition of dark monstrous life,— And foaming up at last to its highest crest Stands frozen To freeze the blood of generations. III. The Golden Symphony (_A Screen by Sotatsu_) Golden clouds, and a golden bridge Lifting in a great arc, swinging in a high arc, Under clouds of gold, over clouds of gold,— From the long slow curve of a golden shore Across wide spaces of dark river!... And behold! a drifting miracle— Behold the long steady advancing prow Of a golden boat, heavier than the sun, Quiet upon the dark river; bearing two lovers In robes of state, intricate, luminous, Upon this dim river—where the great arc Of the bridge from clouds into clouds Swings, from golden shore to golden shore, From the gold earth to the gold heaven. The Struggle SHERWOOD ANDERSON The story came to me from a woman, met on a train. The car was crowded, and I took the seat beside her. There was a man in the offing, who belonged with her,—a slender, girlish figure of a man, in a heavy brown canvas coat such as teamsters wear in the winter. He moved up and down in the aisle of the car, wanting my place by the woman’s side, but I did not know that at the time. The woman had a heavy face and a thick nose. Something had happened to her. She had been struck a blow or had a fall. Nature could never have made a nose so broad and thick and ugly. She talked to me in very good English. I suspect now that she was temporarily weary of the man in the brown canvas coat, that she had travelled with him for days, perhaps weeks, and was glad of the chance to spend a few hours in the company of some one else.