Awhile I felt the imperial sky Clothe a sole figure, which was I; Then, lonely for democracy, I hailed the purple robe of air Kinship for all mankind to share; But now at last, with ashen hair, I learn it is not they nor I Who own the mantle of the sky,-- Silence alone wears majesty. Apollo Sings Here shall come forth a flower and near him ever grow. But his ear heeds me not, and my hot tears mean nothing to him who was dearer to me than Daphne, he whose clear eye, that dazed the sun, now droops near earth.... O hyacinthine flower, grow here! Sweet were his lips as a flower touching the feet of a bee in Spring, his lips would repeat the word, "Love, love," all that was sweet in the world was reborn. Death could not defeat him, for his young lips, completing love, were eager. His youth shall ever be fleet, evading death.... O hyacinthine flower, be sweet! To the Innermost MARGARET C. ANDERSON The popular translation of that dangerous term, individualism, is "selfishness." Self-dependence is a pompous phrase, and self-completion a huge negation. The average mind seems never to grasp the fact that individualism and democracy are synonymous terms; that self-dependence is merely the first of one's intricate obligations to his universe, and self-completion the first step toward that wider consciousness which makes the giving-out of self valuable. I am always feeling that some one will point out to me, with the most embarrassing justice, the obviousness of observations like these. But invariably, after a resolve to keep to those high levels which stretch out beyond the boundaries of the accepted, some one engages me in a discussion--some one who still believes in the antique theory that life proceeds for the sake of immortality, or that a woman must choose between her charm and the ballot; and I emerge therefrom convinced that the highest mission in life is the dedication of oneself to the obvious, and that a valiant preaching of truisms is the only way to get at the root of intellectual evils. It has its fascinations, besides: to convince a reactionary (not that I've ever done it) that renunciation is not an ultimate end, or that truth is a good thing for all people, is better than discovering a kindred soul. And so I proceed, without further apology: that human being is of most use to other people who has first become of most use to himself.