Irradiations; Sand and Spray — IRRADIATIONS: EPILOGUE

The strings shiver faintly, poet: Strike the strings, Speed the song: Tremulous upward rush of wheeling, whirling wings.

EPILOGUE

The barking of little dogs in the night is more remembered than the shining of the stars: Only those who watch for long may see the moon rise: And they are mad ever after and go with blind eyes Nosing hungrily in the gutter for the scraps that men throw to the dogs;

Few heed their babblings.

SAND AND SPRAY

A SEA-SYMPHONY

PART I. THE GALE