THE LITTLE REVIEW Literature Drama Music Art MARGARET C. ANDERSON EDITOR OCTOBER, 1915 Songs and Sketches Ben Hecht The Dionysian Dreiser “The Scavenger” Leather Lane Mitchell Dawson Etchings Alexander S. Kaun The Truth Burt Harris Romain Rolland Ellen Key Poems— Witter Bynner I Shall Come to You Again Sicilia Christian Marriage A Glimpse at Russia, An Editorial Sophomoric Epigrams A. E. D. Henri and Manship C. A. Z. The Reader Critic Published Monthly 15 cents a copy MARGARET C. ANDERSON, Publisher Fine Arts Building CHICAGO $1.50 a year Entered as second-class matter at Postoffice, Chicago THE LITTLE REVIEW Vol. II OCTOBER, 1915 No. 7 Copyright, 1915, by Margaret C. Anderson Songs and Sketches BEN HECHT I. Night Who hath not sung to thee, Night? So silent; so deep. But this night thou hast given thyself to me. Thy black wings brush silently against my soul. Thou hast come to me, for I feel thee resting like a soft sorrow on my heart. Thou who art alive with the shadowed wounds of ages hast heard me crying out to embrace thee, my soul beseeching thee to fold me against thy black bosom. And in answer thou hast let the mysticism of thy wonder-gloom sink into me until my soul hath opened to receive its kiss. Tonight no one but I shall sing to thee. For thou art my mistress. Thy blackness and mine have wedded. And now thy dark kiss stingeth like a pain in me. Into thy long arms I give myself. Night, Night, thou art so filled with longing. I hear the soft lament of thy deep heart murmuring to me. Thy dim fingers trail across my face in a blind caress. I feel thy yielding body that is spirit more than my spirit behind the somber veils thou wearest. I possess thee and our sorrows swell into an ecstacy. Night, thou art the beautiful shadow thrown upon the earth by my sorrow.