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Title: The Dreamers
And Other Poems
Author: Theodosia Garrison
Release Date: January 15, 2007 [EBook #20373]
Language: English
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THE DREAMERS
AND OTHER POEMS
BY
THEODOSIA GARRISON
NEW YORK
GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY

COPYRIGHT, 1917,
BY GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY
TO
F. J. F.
_September_, 1917
For the privilege of reprinting the poems included in this volume the
author thanks the Editors of Scribner's, Harper's Magazine, Harper's
Bazar, McClure's, Collier's Weekly, The Delineator, The Designer,
Ainslee's, Everybody's, The Smart Set, The Cosmopolitan, Lippincott's,
Munsey's, The Rosary, The Pictorial Review, The Bookman, and the
Newark Sunday Call.
CONTENTS
THE DREAMERS
THREE SONGS IN A GARDEN
THE RETURN
BLACK SHEEP
MONSEIGNEUR PLAYS
UNBELIEF
THE SILENT ONE
THE ROSE
THE SONG OF THE YOUNG PAGE
THE NEW SPRING
THE BURDEN

THE BRIDE
THE SEER OF HEARTS
THE UNSEEN MIRACLE
THE APRIL BOUGHS
TRANSIENTS
THE MOTHER
WHEN PIERROT PASSES
THE POET
MAGDALEN
A SALEM MOTHER
THE DAYS
THE CALL
THE PARASITE
YOUTH
THE EMPTY HOUSE
THE BROKEN LUTE
ORCHARDS
TWILIGHT
A LOVE SONG
OLD BOATS

BEAUTY
A SONG
MOTHERS OF MEN
LOVELACE GROWN OLD
SHADE
THE VAGABOND
DISTANCE
THE GYPSYING
GOOD-BYE, PIERETTE
THE AWAKENING
THE WEDDING GOWN
THE DISCIPLES
THE UNKNOWING
HEART OF A HUNDRED SORROWS
THE RETURNING
THE INLANDER
AD FINEM
A SONG OF HELOISE
THE RETURN
THE POPLARS

THE LITTLE JOYS
SONGS OF HIMSELF
HIMSELF
THE FAIR
THE DANCING DAYS
SHEILA
THE GRIEF
THE INTRODUCTION
THE STAY-AT-HOME
THE DREAMERS
The gypsies passed her little gate--
She stopped her wheel to see,--

A brown-faced pair who walked the road,
Free as the wind is free;

And suddenly her tidy room
A prison seemed to be.
Her shining plates against the walls,
Her sunlit, sanded floor,
The
brass-bound wedding chest that held
Her linen's snowy store,
The
very wheel whose humming died,--
Seemed only chains she bore.
She watched the foot-free gypsies pass;
She never knew or guessed

The wistful dream that drew them close--
The longing in each breast

Some day to know a home like hers,
Wherein their hearts might
rest.
THREE SONGS IN A GARDEN
I
White rose-leaves in my hands,
I toss you all away;
The winds shall

blow you through the world
To seek my wedding day.
Or East you
go, or West you go
And fall on land or sea,
Find the one that I love
best
And bring him here to me.
And if he finds me spinning
'Tis
short I'll break my thread;
And if he finds me dancing
I'll dance
with him instead;
If he finds me at the Mass--
(Ah, let this not be,

Lest I forget my sweetest saint
The while he kneels by me!)
II
My lilies are like nuns in white
That guard me well all day,
But the
red, red rose that near them grows
Is wiser far than they.
Oh, red
rose, wise rose,
Keep my secret well;
I kiss you twice, I kiss you
thrice
To pray you not to tell.
My lilies sleep beneath the moon,

But wide awake are you,
And you have heard a certain word
And
seen a dream come true.
Oh, red rose, wise rose,
Silence for my
sake,
Nor drop to-night a petal light
Lest my white lilies wake.
III
Will the garden never forget
That it whispers over and over,

"Where is your lover, Nanette?
Where is your lover--your lover?"

Oh, roses I helped to grow,
Oh, lily and mignonette,
Must you
always question me so,
"Where is your lover, Nanette?"
Since you
looked on my joy one day,
Is my grief then a lesser thing?
Have
you only this to say
When I pray you for comforting?
Now that I
walk alone
Here where our hands were met,

Must you whisper me
every one,
"Where is your lover, Nanette?"
I have mourned with you year and year,
When the Autumn has left
you bare,
And now that my heart is sere
Does not one of your roses
care?
Oh, help me forget--forget,
Nor question over and over,

"Where is your lover, Nanette?
Where is your lover--your lover?"
THE RETURN

I lost Young Love so long ago
I had forgot him quite,
Until a little
lass and lad
Went by my door to-night.
Ah, hand in hand, but not alone,
They passed my open door,
For
with them walked that other one
Who paused here Mays before.
And I, who had forgotten long,
Knew suddenly the grace
Of one
who in an empty land
Beholds a kinsman's face.
Oh, Young Love, gone these many years,
'Twas you came back
to-night,
And laid your hand on my two eyes
That they might see
aright,
And took my listless hand in yours
(Your hands without a stain),

And touched me on