A Saint's Hours. [Sarah N. Cleghorn] Silence. [Edgar Lee Masters] The Silent Folk. [Charles Wharton Stork] Slumber Song. [Louis V. Ledoux] Smith, of the Third Oregon, dies. [Mary Carolyn Davies] The Son. [Ridgely Torrence] Song. [Margaret Steele Anderson] Song. [Adelaide Crapsey] Song. [Edward J. O'Brien] Song. [Margaret Widdemer] A Song of Two Wanderers. [Marguerite Wilkinson] Songs of an Empty House. [Marguerite Wilkinson] Spoon River Anthology. [Edgar Lee Masters] Spring. [John Gould Fletcher] Spring in Carmel. [George Sterling] Spring Song. [William Griffith] Students. [Florence Wilkinson] Symbol. [David Morton] Tampico. [Grace Hazard Conkling] "There will come Soft Rain". [Sara Teasdale] The Three Sisters. [Arthur Davison Ficke] A Thrush in the Moonlight. [Witter Bynner] To a Portrait of Whistler in the Brooklyn Art Museum. [Eleanor Rogers Cox] To Any one. [Witter Bynner] Trees. [Joyce Kilmer] The Unknown Beloved. [John Hall Wheelock] Valley Song. [Carl Sandburg] Venus Transiens. [Amy Lowell] Voyage a l'Infini. [Walter Conrad Arensberg] The Wanderer. [Zoe Akins] The Water Ouzel. [Harriet Monroe] When the Year grows Old. [Edna St. Vincent Millay] Where Love is. [Amelia Josephine Burr] Where Love once was. [James Oppenheim] Which. [Corinne Roosevelt Robinson] The White Comrade. [Robert Haven Schauffler] Wide Haven. [Clement Wood] "A Wind Rose in the Night". [Aline Kilmer] Yellow Warblers. [Katharine Lee Bates] You. [Ruth Guthrie Harding] Biographical Notes The Second Book of Modern Verse The Road not taken. [Robert Frost] Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Symbol. [David Morton] My faith is all a doubtful thing, Wove on a doubtful loom, -- Until there comes, each showery spring, A cherry-tree in bloom; And Christ who died upon a tree That death had stricken bare, Comes beautifully back to me, In blossoms, everywhere. Spring. [John Gould Fletcher] At the first hour, it was as if one said, "Arise." At the second hour, it was as if one said, "Go forth." And the winter constellations that are like patient ox-eyes Sank below the white horizon at the north.