Like moonlight the thoughts

That our bosoms upbore.

Like a lily the touch

Of each cold little hand.

The loves of the stars

We could now understand.

O quivering air!

O the crystalline night!

O pauses of awe

And the faces swan-white!

O ferns in the dusk!

O forest-shrined hour!

O earth that sent upward

The thrill and the power,

To lift us like leaves,

A delirious whirl,

The masterful boy

And the delicate girl!

What child that strange night-time

Can ever forget?

His fealty due

And his infinite debt

To the folly divine,

To the exquisite rule

Of the perilous master,

The fawn-footed fool?

III

Now soldiers we seem,

And night brings a new thing,

A terrible ire,

As of thunder awing.

A warrior power,

That old chivalry stirred,

When knights took up arms,

As the maidens gave word.

THE END OF OUR WAR,

WILL BE GLORY UNTOLD.

WHEN THE TOWN LIKE A GREAT

BUDDING ROSE SHALL UNFOLD!

*Near, nearer that war,

And that ecstasy comes,

We hear the trees beating

Invisible drums.

The fields of the night

Are starlit above,

Our girls are white torches

Of conquest and love.

No nerve without will,

And no breast without breath,

We whirl with the planets

That never know death!*

The Mysterious Cat

A chant for a children's pantomime dance, suggested by a picture

painted by George Mather Richards.

I saw a proud, mysterious cat,

I saw a proud, mysterious cat

Too proud to catch a mouse or rat --

Mew, mew, mew.

But catnip she would eat, and purr,

But catnip she would eat, and purr.

And goldfish she did much prefer --

Mew, mew, mew.

I saw a cat -- 'twas but a dream,

I saw a cat -- 'twas but a dream

Who scorned the slave that brought her cream --

Mew, mew, mew.

Unless the slave were dressed in style,

Unless the slave were dressed in style

And knelt before her all the while --

Mew, mew, mew.

Did you ever hear of a thing like that?

Did you ever hear of a thing like that?

Did you ever hear of a thing like that?

Oh, what a proud mysterious cat.

Oh, what a proud mysterious cat.

Oh, what a proud mysterious cat.

Mew . . . mew . . . mew.

A Dirge for a Righteous Kitten

To be intoned, all but the two italicized lines, which are to be spoken

in a snappy, matter-of-fact way.

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.

Here lies a kitten good, who kept

A kitten's proper place.

He stole no pantry eatables,

Nor scratched the baby's face.

*He let the alley-cats alone*.

He had no yowling vice.

His shirt was always laundried well,

He freed the house of mice.

Until his death he had not caused

His little mistress tears,

He wore his ribbon prettily,

*He washed behind his ears*.

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.

Yankee Doodle

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