Page 28 - To Dragma May 1934

Y, 1934
A Path in Spring
By E D N A L E E COOMBS R R O W N . Xi
. summer, -winter, or in fall hop
When whirling lea-ees arc everywhere, .
he street is just the common place
ccepted thing.
ui not in spring!
path in spring lures me aside
Where warm winds blow, where robins
Across the new green grass beneath
he budding trees.
winding path—
A clearing sky and drifting clouds;
A new Hope brightens in my Soul
long a path in spring.
Finished Symphony
P.y DOROTHY K I L L I A N . XU Kappa
want my life to signify the vast unbroken
music of a symphony—
To live and learn through the pain and bliss
of life's greatest moments.
To search out the depth of undertone struck
in certain chords
On the keyboard of the instrument of time
eternal.
Chords, notes, strains, all these bring back the
memory of life's fondest hopes.
The radiant vibration of a note sounded over
the vast expanse
Of life everlasting, s-wept clean by the beauty
• of a freed soul.
And in the end let me drift out on the sea of
eternity alone and unafraid
Because my finished symphony -will guide me
on to the inevitable unknown.
Tears
By D O R O T H Y D A V I S , Psi
Weep not for Spring's first fresh soft rain of
tears
That hangs a silver mist about the hills.
Lilac-fragrance on its breath, it spills
Its gleam on lovers' cheeks. The bird that
hears
Its gentle patter on the leaves must trill
Of delicate, cool loveliness that comes
So wooingly, when all the icorld is still.
Spring, weeping, knozes her beauty all loo
well
With loosened hair and feathery lashes zeet.
But weep "when Autumn's slow tears, leaden
fall.
• \ musty smell of rotting leazes they raise—
Sharp pungent memory of brighter days—
/ hear their ceaseless drip, but no bird's call
Rain which turns a grey world greyer. Spring
keeps
Her eyes tear-moist till dried by the sun.
Upon
Her breast wiO freeze the tears that .Intumn
zeeeps.
And Autumn zeecps because she has grozen old
And is too tired to care.
Beloved Vagabond
P>y DOROTHY D A V I S . Psi
I knoze I loz-ed you zeell—oh! all too -well!
But never wisely, Autumn Lozer gay.
I drank zeith you the sharp and lucent wine
Too deeply; watched too long that thin, bent
bow
Of gold, the harvest moon, lie on its back
In the clean and zeind-szecpt sky.
I danced zeith you too madly in the wind,
Flinging leaves aboz e me, gold and henna,
Rasset, amber; and sang yoftr sharp gay tunc.
We wandered far, too far zee realize now.
Across the sun-tanned, honey-colored hills
Toward the violet smoke of mist that marks
Tlicir end—too far for all rcturniiui. dear.
Dear careless zagabond, I never can
Forget, nor cease to love, your smooth brown
throat.
Your tattered blouse, vour ragged scrap of
hat.
Vour reckless laughter I remember still,
Vour fiery VOWS, your kisses, cold so soon.
Far dozen the leafless paths of Winter gay.
You haz'e gone, still madcap and forcer
My Youth has follozeed after, silently,
In a thin grey whistle of the zeind
And a scurrying of withered leaves.
So Let Me Live
P.v M A R Y E L L E N R I E L F . X B E R G , Alpha Phi
To live
That I might feel again
The soft touch of the zeind on my cheek.
To lift my eyes
.Ind see again the blue in the sky.
And hear the songs of birds
As they call to all mankind at dozening.
To live
That I might knoze again
The joy that comes when sorroze is gone.
To feel my heart
Leap up zehen you are near,
And watch a smile light your face
.Is peace drops 'round you from on high.
So let me live
To take my share of what I may;
To knoze the beauty of another spring.