BOOKS AND AUTHORS.

Dominion, Volume 4, Issue 1210, 19 August 1911, Page 9

BOOKS AND AUTHORS.

: ; VERSES OLD AND NEW. ; A YOB'S FAKMF.R TO AN OLD ;., ' •- , tune. The bearded barley, it grows so high, . .When the wind somes from the .'.South;., And it whispers, whispers close to my ear With, the slow, soft voice of my darling: Aljong the edge of the field I lie, And chew young grass in my mouth. Oh, it brings the sweetest time of the ; ■ vear, The wind that shakes tho barley. 'Tis good to stretch, and to wat'eh tho sky, ■ . • ■ . ■ ■ • While waiting for my dear;.. The birds are moving among tho corn, Tho finch, the crow, and the starling: A'thousand times I thinksho is nigh, Tho , 'tis but rustling stalks I hear. Oh, sho's the wind o' the summer morn, The wind , that shakes tho barley. The barley bends When the wind comes by With the" swish of silken dresses, Tho rippling fields; far off and near, . Are laughing like my darling; I'turn my head; and sho , is nigh To, greet-me with caresses. Oh, it , brings tho sweetest time of tho ; year— -. ~ . . Tho wind that shakes the barley. '■■■[ ..' —Sylvia. Lynd.. .'.'.' .PLACE DEL'ETOILE. .' Eere. where the swerving motors weavo •:• and dart, , Here where this pompous arch yet ■': breathes tho spell Of him , who fought unwisely .though so ' : well,' ■••- "" ■•/■'• " ■-.-■•■ One-seems -to-see tho , city's-vory ..heart. Louvre's ravishing' array of. ravished art, The soaring column whero th-o Bastile < fell, ~ •'-■-,•. -•' With-Notre Dame between, and Saint ... Chapelhv '■,'■• And left,-and like a purplo stain, Mont- . martre. ■ . ;,, One evening, musing here above the Seine, And'wondering what was finished, what begun, .''.'. I whesled to see the lights of sunset wano Over tho. relics'of Knpoleori; And saw—with- rapt, surprise—a mono- , plane , ~ ■ .... ' . Swooping, above the breakers of tho sun. ': . ; J.' I. A. Pyre.