The voodoo doctor--
Witches mount brooms.
The day looms.
Faster it comes,
Bringing young giants
Who hate solitude,
And march with drums--
Beat--beat--beat,
Down every ancient street,
The young giants! Minded like boys:
Action for action's sake they love
And noise for noise."

_Voice of a Poet_
"The fire of the sunset
Is remembered at midnight,
But forgotten at dawn.
While the old stars set,
Let us speak of their glory
Before they are gone."

H.A.




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You who have known my city for a day
And heard the music of her steepled bells,