purse.

A dreary weary little shop set in a sunless place.
A little shop where love has met with sorrow and
disgrace. . . .
A row of cases, double-locked, a safe against the wall;
And, oh, the ache of countless hearts that lies
behind it all!



SPRING IN THE CITY

I saw a crocus blooming in the park,
I felt a hint of magic in the air,
I heard faint music sighing everywhere,
And so, as all the world, grew softly dark --

I found again the hope that never dies,
And hungrily, with out-flung arms, I came
Once more to you. And when you spoke my
name
I read springtime eternal in your eyes!



ROSE PETALS IN THE EARLY RAIN,
FORGOTTEN DREAMS,
AND A TORN SKETCH BOOK!