For her friends and mine: a book of aspirations, dreams and memories . th such longing melody Of glamouring woodland, mere, and lea— Avons one touch, thatmakes the whole world kin! J. H. H., January 20, 1914. 84 A LOVE SONG. Io Hymen, Hymenaee.—Catullus. On the red mans prairie, miles from anywhere,The silvery, silky globes of the pasque* unfold In the warm spring air. By men unseen the miracle goes on Till their bridal robes—laced-silver, and purple, and gold— The anemones don. Only the wandering bees and the butterflies know,The meadows, dearer to them than the wings they have on, Where the
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For her friends and mine: a book of aspirations, dreams and memories . th such longing melody Of glamouring woodland, mere, and lea— Avons one touch, thatmakes the whole world kin! J. H. H., January 20, 1914. 84 A LOVE SONG. Io Hymen, Hymenaee.—Catullus. On the red mans prairie, miles from anywhere, The silvery, silky globes of the pasque* unfold In the warm spring air. By men unseen the miracle goes on Till their bridal robes—laced-silver, and purple, and gold— The anemones don. Only the wandering bees and the butterflies know, The meadows, dearer to them than the wings they have on, Where the pasque flowers grow. For in secret the honied blooms have sworn a pact, Since the far-off time of mammoth and mastodon, Together with them to act. And the years of the pact into ages unnumbered have grownAnd ever the time draws on, when the vernal gleam Is over the prairies thrown. Then under the tent of blue, with its white cloud-roof, Neither the man nor the wolf disturbs their dream, But only the bisons hoof. J. H. H. February 4, 1914. *NuttalPs anemone. 85. SONNETS. * * * Io mi son un che quandoAmore spira, noto; ed a quel modoChei detta dentro, vo significando. —Dante: Purgatorio, XXIV, 52-54. I.MUSIC AT HOME. When now I hear the harmonies she played, Although her gracious image haunts my brain, The sense of loneliness will not be stayed, And all the chords are blent with subtle pain. The dulcet tones recall the old sweet days:Her dainty fingers sweep the ivory keys; With endless floods of melody she sways My raptured soul. The mighty Masters please Her most, and with her spirit best accord. Wagner and Grieg* and I^iszt with her agree, But most of all she loves Beethoven, lord Of all sweet harmony: the Master heUnder whose all-embracing watch and ward, Our souls sail out on an uncharted sea. At 1460 Belmont Street, Washington, D. C.December 12, 1909. *The Peer Gynt suite and Lohengrin were special favorites. 89 II.THE LOVE OF ART. When Michael Angelo his David carved,