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- B Y A N N ANDERSON S A L E , Kappa B Y H A R R I E T T JOHNSON, Alpha Tan
fluttering, helpless princess of night, Why are we bound by conventions?
Caught in the lure of the lantern's gleam, I'd like to make some inventions,
And change all this rigid thought.
Held in the power you cannot resist, Even if my freedom must be bought.
You, with your wings as light as a dream, I want to live as God would wish
To live, enjoy life and study.
You, with the dust from the silver zvebs Giving my kisses to the four winds
Woven with care in the land of the moon Skipping over the hills and dales, being my
Caught on the delicate green of yourself, sins.
As you flew out of your dull cocoon; Love nature, live ivith her
And never in this world would infer
An opal dot on each pale wing- Anything else, but this, would I ask
Is it a tear that life is so short? Throw off my society, imprinted mask.
I want to be healthy, and live as the free
Did you divine—did the night winds tell People on the plain, and hill, with glee.
You never would find the moon that you Nearer and dearer to God, I desire,
sought? And the pleasure and love of the open fire.
This would I ask of life to be,
Here on the post—an hour to live, To let me live and just feel free.
Did you, then, feel the power of the light,
Whose gleam would enchant you and strangely
bewitch
You—fluttering, lovely, princess of night?
Dian Manzer (Upsilon) is a freshman Catherine Allen Sharp (Epsilon) grad- The Painted Desert Dream Bubbles
at the University of Washington. uated from Cornell in 1910. A member
Mother Manser was Charlott Cowie of of Epsilon Chapter note is her daugh- B Y E D N A L E E COOMBS, Xi
Sigma Chapter, University of California. There it lies azvay off yonder
ter, Ruth Marion Sharp ('36). In its barren desolation
Seething in the heat of noon day,
Waterless; its vivid colors B Y F R A N C E S C H R I S T I N E , Epsilon Alpha
Softened in the haze of distance.
High beneath a sky of turquoise Pretty lad—
Mystery reigns as a presence
Brooding in its speaking silence, Would you like one of my dream bubbles?
Dreaming in its solitudes They're a deep milky white—and
Untold tragedies and histories. They're all of pearls.
Its delicious evening coolness They float in the air like
With the fiery clouds of sunset Those red balloons you wanted.
And its stars divine and glorious— They have streaks of pink and blue and green,
All its moods and all its changes too.
Lure and draw me, fascinate inc. They dazzle people,
almost blind them—sometimes—
and they float—float—float—
mm* Gayly, sadly,
Whirling madly—
Bouncing here and bouncing there—
Better than your old b'loons—
So there!
Pretty lad-
Would you like one?
Song of a Fugitive Palabras Por El
B Y J E A N L A C K E Y , Eta B Y M I L D R E D E . W I L L I A M S , Alpha Pi
Now that we quit the place, I am become
Into the hills of silence, where stars are bright, More quiet than the sunset on a sea.
I ran, Without fault I find you heedless of my kiss,
Pauline Burkitt Reynolds (Z '06) is a Pauline Reynolds, Pauline Burkitt's All this has been, and so is naught to me.
genealogist as well as a loyal Lincoln daughter, is a Zeta pledge this year at Alone with the shimmering birch trees I have, to hold unto myself forever,
the University of Nebraska. And a purple ground to scan; If not your love, albeit your desire.
alumna. Far from the lowlands I ventured, It is the same, a safest truth to knoiv
As earth from the stars apart, In the half darkness of a dying fire.
And when I returned to the lowlands,
I went with the hills in my heart.
