ToMrs。EdmundLeamyContentsMainStreetRoofsTheSnowmanintheYardABlueValentineHousesInMemoryApologyTheProudPoetLionelJohnsonFatherGerardHopkins，S。J。
GatesandDoorsTheRobeofChristTheSingingGirlTheAnnunciationRosesTheVisitationMultiplicationThanksgivingTheThornTheBigTopQueenElizabethSpeaksMid—oceaninWar—timeInMemoryofRupertBrookeTheNewSchoolEasterWeekTheCathedralofRheimsKingsTheWhiteShipsandtheRedMainStreetandOtherPoemsMainStreet（ForS。M。L。）
Iliketolookattheblossomytrackofthemoonuponthesea，Butitisn’thalfsofineasightasMainStreetusedtobeWhenitallwascoveredoverwithacoupleoffeetofsnow，Andoverthecrispandradiantroadtheringingsleighswouldgo。
Now，MainStreetborderedwithautumnleaves，itwasapleasantthing，AnditsguttersweregaywithdandelionsearlyintheSpring；
Iliketothinkofitwhitewithfrostordustyintheheat，BecauseIthinkitishumanerthananyotherstreet。
Acitystreetthatisbusyandwideisgroundbyathousandwheels，Andaburdenoftrafficonitsbreastisalliteverfeels：
Itisdullyconsciousofweightandspeedandofworkthatneverends，ButitcannotbehumanlikeMainStreet，andrecogniseitsfriends。
TherewereonlyaboutahundredteamsonMainStreetinaday，Andtwentyorthirtypeople，Iguess，andsomechildrenouttoplay。
Andtherewasn’tawagonorbuggy，oramanoragirloraboyThatMainStreetdidn’tremember，andsomehowseemtoenjoy。
ThetruckandthemotorandtrolleycarandtheelevatedtrainTheymakethewearycitystreetreverberatewithpain：
ButthereisyetanecholeftdeepdownwithinmyheartOfthemusictheMainStreetcobblestonesmadebeneathabutcher’scart。
GodbethankedfortheMilkyWaythatrunsacrossthesky，That’sthepaththatmyfeetwouldtreadwheneverIhavetodie。
SomefolkscallitaSilverSword，andsomeaPearlyCrown，ButtheonlythingIthinkitis，isMainStreet，Heaventown。
Roofs（ForAmeliaJosephineBurr）
Theroadiswideandthestarsareoutandthebreathofthenightissweet，Andthisisthetimewhenwanderlustshouldseizeuponmyfeet。
ButI’mgladtoturnfromtheopenroadandthestarlightonmyface，Andtoleavethesplendourofout—of—doorsforahumandwellingplace。
IneverhaveseenavagabondwhoreallylikedtoroamAllupanddownthestreetsoftheworldandnottohaveahome：
ThetrampwhosleptinyourbarnlastnightandleftatbreakofdayWillwanderonlyuntilhefindsanotherplacetostay。
Agypsy—manwillsleepinhiscartwithcanvasoverhead；
Orelsehe’llgointohistentwhenitistimeforbed。
He’llsitonthegrassandtakehiseasesolongasthesunishigh，Butwhenitisdarkhewantsarooftokeepawaythesky。
Ifyoucallagypsyavagabond，Ithinkyoudohimwrong，Forhenevergoesa—travellingbuthetakeshishomealong。
Andtheonlyreasonaroadisgood，aseverywandererknows，Isjustbecauseofthehomes，thehomes，thehomestowhichitgoes。
Theysaythatlifeisahighwayanditsmilestonesaretheyears，Andnowandthenthere’satoll—gatewhereyoubuyyourwaywithtears。
It’saroughroadandasteeproadanditstretchesbroadandfar，ButatlastitleadstoagoldenTownwheregoldenHousesare。
TheSnowmanintheYard（ForThomasAugustineDaly）
TheJudge’shousehasasplendidporch，withpillarsandstepsofstone，AndtheJudgehasalovelyfloweringhedgethatcamefromacrosstheseas；
IntheHales’garageyoucouldputmyhouseandeverythingIown，AndtheHaleshavealawnlikeanemeraldandarowofpoplartrees。
NowIhaveonlyalittlehouse，andonlyalittlelot，Andonlyafewsquareyardsoflawn，withdandelionsstarred；
ButwhenWintercomes，IhavesomethingtherethattheJudgeandtheHaleshavenot，Andit’sbetterworthhavingthanalltheirwealth——
it’sasnowmanintheyard。
TheJudge’smoneybringsarchitectstomakehismansionfair；
TheHaleshavesevengardenerstomaketheirrosesgrow；
TheJudgecangethistreesfromSpainandFranceandeverywhere，Andraisehisorchidsunderglassinthemidstofallthesnow。
ButIhavesomethingnoarchitectorgardenerevermade，Athingthatisshapedbythebusytouchoflittlemittenedhands：
AndtheJudgewouldgiveuphislonelyestate，wherethelevelsnowislaidForthetinyhousewiththetrampledyard，theyardwherethesnowmanstands。
TheysaythatafterAdamandEveweredrivenawayintearsTotoilandsuffertheirlife—timethrough，becauseofthesintheysinned，TheLordmadeWintertopunishthemforhalftheirexiledyears，Tochilltheirbloodwiththesnow，andpiercetheirfleshwiththeicywind。
Butwewhoinherittheprimalcurse，andlabourforourbread，Haveyet，thankGod，thegiftofHome，thoughEden’sgateisbarred：
AndthroughtheWinter’scrystalveil，Love’srosesblossomred，Forhimwholivesinahousethathasasnowmanintheyard。
ABlueValentine（ForAline）
Monsignore，RightReverendBishopValentinus，SometimeofInteramna，whichiscalledFerni，NowofthedelightfulCourtofHeaven，Irespectfullysaluteyou，IgenuflectAndIkissyourepiscopalring。
Itisnot，Monsignore，Thefragrantmemoryofyourholylife，Northatofyourshiningandjoyousmartyrdom，Whichcausesmenowtoaddressyou。
Butsincethisisyouraugustfestival，Monsignore，ItseemsappropriatetometostateAccordingtoavenerableandagreeablecustom，ThatIloveabeautifullady。
Hereyes，Monsignore，AresobluethattheyputlovelylittlebluereflectionsOneverythingthatshelooksat，SuchasawallOrthemoonOrmyheart。
Itislikethelightcomingthroughbluestainedglass，Yetnotquitelikeit，Forthebluenessisnottransparent，Onlytranslucent。
Hersoul’slightshinesthrough，Buthersoulcannotbeseen。
Itissomethingelusive，whimsical，tender，wanton，infantile，wiseAndnoble。
Shewears，Monsignore，abluegarment，MadeinthemanneroftheJapanese。
Itisveryblue——
Ithinkthathereyeshavemadeitmoreblue，SweetlystainingitAsthepressureofherbodyhasgraciouslygivenitform。
Lovingher，Monsignore，Iloveallherattributes；
ButIbelieveThatevenifIdidnotloveherIwouldlovethebluenessofhereyes，Andherbluegarment，madeinthemanneroftheJapanese。
Monsignore，Ihaveneverbeforetroubledyouwitharequest。
ThesaintswhoseearsIchieflyworrywithmypleasarethemostexquisiteandmaternalBrigid，GallantSaintStephen，whoputsfireinmyblood，Andyourbrotherbishop，mypatron，ThegenerousandjovialSaintNicholasofBari。
But，ofyourcourtesy，Monsignore，Domethisfavour：
WhenyouthismorningmakeyourwayTotheIvoryThronethatburstsintobloomwithrosesbecauseofherwhositsuponit，WhenyoucometopayyourdevoirtoOurLady，Ibegyou，saytoher：
\"Madame，apoorpoet，oneofyoursingingservantsyetonearth，HasaskedmetosaythatatthismomentheisespeciallygratefultoyouForwearingabluegown。\"
Houses（ForAline）
WhenyoushalldieandtotheskySerenely，delicatelygo，SaintPeter，whenheseesyouthere，Willclashhiskeysandsay：
\"Nowtalktoher，SirChristopher！
Andhurry，Michelangelo！
Shewantstoplayatbuilding，Andyou’vegottohelpherplay！\"
EveryarchitectwillhelperectApalaceonalawnofcloud，Withrainbowbeamsandasunsetroof，Andalevelstar—tiledfloor；
AndatyourwillyoumayusetheskillOfthisgayangeliccrowd，Whenahouseismadeyouwillthrowitdown，Andthey’llbuildyoutwentymore。
ForChristopherWrenandtheseothermenWhousedtobuildonearthWilllovetogotoworkagainIftheymayworkforyou。
\"Thisporch，\"you’llsay，\"shouldgothisway！\"
Andthey’llworkforallthey’reworth，Andthey’llcometoyourpalaceeverymorning，Andaskyouwhattodo。
AndwhennightcomesdownonHeaven—town（Ifthereshouldbenightupthere）
YouwillchoosethehouseyoulikethebestOfallthatyoucansee：
AnditswallswillglowasyoudrowsilygoTothebedupthegoldenstair，AndIhopeyou’llbegentleenoughtokeepAroominyourhouseforme。
InMemoryI
Sereneandbeautifulandverywise，MosteruditeincuriousGrecianlore，Youlayandreadyourlearnedbooks，andboreAweightofunshedtearsandsilentsighs。
ThesongwithinyourheartcouldneverriseUntillovebadeitspreaditswingsandsoar。
NorcouldyoulookonBeauty’sfacebeforeApoet’sburningmouthhadtouchedyoureyes。
Loveismadeoutofecstasyandwonder；
Loveisapoignantandaccustomedpain。
ItisaburstofHeaven—shakingthunder；
Itisalinnet’sflutingafterrain。
Love’svoiceisthroughyoursong；aboveandunderAndineachnotetoechoandremain。
II
BecauseMankindisgladandbraveandyoung，Fullofgayflamesthatwhiteandscarletglow，AlljoysandpassionsthatMankindmayknowByyouwerenoblyfeltandnoblysung。
BecauseMankind’shearteverydayiswrungByFate’swildhandsthattwistandtearitso，ThereforeyouechoedMan’sundyingwoe，AharpAeolianonLife’sbrancheshung。
SodidtheghostsoftoilingchildrenhoverAboutthepiteousportalsofyourmind；
Youreyes，thatlookedonglory，coulddiscoverTheangryscartowhichtheworldwasblind：
AnditwasgriefthatmadeMankindyourlover，AnditwasgriefthatmadeyouloveMankind。
III
BeforeChristlefttheCitadelofLight，Totreadthedreadfulwayofhumanbirth，HisshadowsometimesfellupontheearthAndthosewhosawitweptwithjoyandfright。
\"ThouartApollo，thanthesunmorebright！\"
Theycried。\"Ourmusicisoflittleworth，ButthrillourbloodwiththycreativemirthThougodofsong，thoulordoflyricmight！\"
Osingingpilgrim！whocouldloveandfollowYourloverChrist，throughevenlove’sdespair，Youknewwithinthecypress—darkenedhollowThefeetthatonthemountainaresofair。
ForitwasChristthatwasyourownApollo，Andthornswereinthelaurelonyourhair。
Apology（ForEleanorRogersCox）
ForblowsonthefortofevilThatnevershowsabreach，Forterriblelife—longracesToagoalnofootcanreach，ForrecklessleapsintodarknessWithhandsoutstretchedtoastar，ThereisjubilationinHeavenWherethegreatdeadpoetsare。
ThereisjoyoverdisappointmentAnddelightinhopesthatwerevain。
EachpoetisgladtherewasnocureTostophislonelypain。
FornothingkeepsapoetInhishighsingingmoodLikeunappeasablehungerForunattainablefood。
SofoolsaregladofthefollyThatmadethemweepandsing，AndKeatsisthankfulforFannyBrawneAndDrummondforhisking。
TheyknowthatonflintysorrowAndfailureanddesireThesteeloftheirsoulswashammeredTobringforththelyricfire。
LordByronandShelleyandPlunkett，McDonoughandHuntandPearseSeenowwhytheirhatredoftyrantsWassoinsistentlyfierce。
IsFreedomonlyaWill—o’—the—wispTocheatapoet’seye？
Beitphantomorfact，it’sanoblecauseInwhichtosingandtodie！
SonotfortheRainbowtakenAndthemagicalWhiteBirdsnaredThepoetssinggratefulcarolsIntheplacetowhichtheyhavefared；
Butfortheirlifetime’spassion，Thequestthatwasfruitlessandlong，TheychorustheirloudthanksgivingTothethorn—crownedMasterofSong。
TheProudPoet（ForShaemasOSheel）
OnewinternightaDevilcameandsatuponmybed，Hiseyeswerefulloflaughterforhisheartwasfullofcrime。
\"Whydon’tyoutakeupfancywork，orembroidery？\"hesaid，\"Foraneedleisasmanlyatoolasapenthatmakesarhyme！\"
\"YoulittleuglyDevil，\"saidI，\"gobacktoHellFortheideayouexpressIwillnotlistento：
Ihavetroubleenoughwithpoetryandpovertyaswell，Withouthavingtopayattentiontooratorslikeyou。
\"Whenyousayofthemakingofballadsandsongsthatitiswoman’sworkYouforgetallthefightingpoetsthathavebeenineveryland。
TherewasByronwholeftallhislady—lovestofightagainsttheTurk，AndDavid，theSingingKingoftheJews，whowasbornwithaswordinhishand。
ItwasyesterdaythatRupertBrookewentouttotheWarsanddied，AndSirPhilipSidney’slyricvoicewasassweetashisarmwasstrong；
AndSirWalterRaleighmettheaxeasalovermeetshisbride，Becausehecarriedinhissoulthecourageofhissong。
\"AndthereisnoconsolationsoquickeningtotheheartAsthewarmthandwhitenessthatcomefromthelinesofnoblepoetry。
Itisstrongjoytoreaditwhenthewoundsofthespiritsmart，Itputstheflameinalonelybreastwhereonlyashesbe。
Itisstrongjoytoreadit，andtomakeitisathingThatexaltsamanwithasacrederpridethananyprideonearth。
Foritmakeshimkneeltoabrokenslaveandsethisfootonaking，AnditshakesthewallsofhislittlesoulwiththeechoofGod’smirth。
\"TherewasthepoetHomerhadthesorrowtobeblind，Yetahundredpeoplewithgoodeyeswouldlistentohimallnight；
Fortheytookgreatenjoymentintheheavenofhismind，Andweregladwhentheoldblindpoetletthemsharehispowersofsight。
AndtherewasHeinelyingonhismattressalldaylong，Hehadnowealth，hehadnofriends，hehadnojoyatall，Excepttopourhissorrowintolittlecupsofsong，Andtheworldfindsinthemthemagicwinethathisbrokenheartletfall。
\"AndtheseareonlyacoupleofnamesfromalistofathousandscoreWhohaveputtheirgloryontheworldinpovertyandpain。
Andthetitleofpoet’sanoblething，worthlivinganddyingfor，ThoughallthedevilsonearthandinHellspitatmetheirdisdain。
Itissternwork，itisperilouswork，tothrustyourhandinthesunAndpulloutasparkofimmortalflametowarmtheheartsofmen：
ButPrometheus，tornbytheclawsandbeakswhosetaskisneverdone，Wouldbetorturedanothereternitytogostealingfireagain。\"
LionelJohnson（FortheRev。JohnJ。Burke，C。S。P。）
TherewasamurkiertingeinLondon’sairAsifthehonestfogblushedblackforshame。
Foolssangofsin，forotherfools’acclaim，AndMilton’swreathwastossedtoBaudelaire。
Theflowersofevilblossomedeverywhere，ButintheirmidstaradiantlilycameCandescent，pure，acupoflivingflame，Bloomedforaday，andlefttheearthmorefair。
AndwasitCharles，thy\"fairandfatalKing\"，Whobadetheewelcometothelovelyland？
OrdidLordDavidceasetoharpandsingTotakeinhisthineemulativehand？
OrdidOurLady’ssmileshineforth，tobringHerlyricKnightwithinherchoirtostand？
FatherGerardHopkins，S。J。
Whydidstthoucarvethyspeechlaboriously，Andmatchandblendthywordswithcuriousart？
ForSong，onesaith，isbutahumanheartSpeakingaloud，undisciplinedandfree。
Nay，Godbepraised，Whofixedthytaskforthee！
Austere，ecstaticcraftsman，setapartFromallwhotrafficinApollo’smart，OnthyphrasedpatenshalltheSplendourbe！
Now，carelesslywethrowarhymetoGod，SingingHispraisewhenothersongsaredone。
Butthou，whoknewestpathsTeresatrod，Losingthyself，whatisitthouhastwon？
Obleedingfeet，withpeaceandgloryshod！
Ohappymoth，thatflewintotheSun！
GatesandDoors（ForRichardsonLittleWright）
Therewasagentlehostler（Andblessedbehisname！）
HeopenedupthestableThenightOurLadycame。
OurLadyandSaintJoseph，Hegavethemfoodandbed，AndJesusChristhasgivenhimAgloryroundhishead。
SoletthegateswingopenHoweverpoortheyard，LestwearypeoplevisityouAndfindtheirpassagebarred；
UnlatchthedooratmidnightAndletyourlantern’sglowShineouttoguidethetraveler’sfeetToyouacrossthesnow。
Therewasacourteoushostler（HeisinHeavento—night）
HeheldOurLady’sbridleAndhelpedhertoalight；
HespreadcleanstrawbeforeherWhereonshemightliedown，AndJesusChristhasgivenhimAneverlastingcrown。
UnlockthedoorthiseveningAndletyourgateswingwide，LetallwhoaskforshelterComespeedilyinside。
Whatifyouryardbenarrow？
Whatifyourhousebesmall？
ThereisaGuestiscomingWillglorifyitall。
TherewasajoyoushostlerWhokneltonChristmasmornBesidetheradiantmangerWhereinhisLordwasborn。
Hisheartwasfulloflaughter，HissoulwasfullofblissWhenJesus，onHisMother’slap，GavehimHishandtokiss。
UnbaryourheartthiseveningAndkeepnostrangerout，Takefromyoursoul’sgreatportalThebarrierofdoubt。
TohumblefolkandwearyGiveheartywelcoming，Yourbreastshallbeto—morrowThecradleofaKing。
TheRobeofChrist（ForCecilChesterton）
AtthefootoftheCrossonCalvaryThreesoldierssatanddiced，AndoneofthemwastheDevilAndhewontheRobeofChrist。
WhentheDevilcomesinhisproperformTothechamberwhereIdwell，IknowhimandmaketheSignoftheCrossWhichdriveshimbacktoHell。
AndwhenhecomeslikeafriendlymanAndputshishandinmine，ThefervourinhisvoiceisnotFromloveorjoyorwine。
Andwhenhecomeslikeawoman，Withlovely，smilingeyes，BlackdreamsfloatoverhisgoldenheadLikeaswarmofcarrionflies。
NowmanyamilliontorturedsoulsInhisredhallstherebe：
WhydoeshespendhissubtlecraftInhuntingafterme？
Kings，queensandcrestedwarriorsWhosememoryringsthroughtime，Thesearehisprey，andwhattohimIsthispoormanofrhyme，Thathe，withsuchlaboriousskill，Shouldchangefromroletorole，ShoulddailyactsomanyapartTogetmylittlesoul？
Oh，hecanbetheforest，Andhecanbethesun，Orabuttercup，oranhourofrestWhenthewearydayisdone。
Isawhimthroughathousandveils，Andhasnotthissufficed？
Now，mustIlookontheDevilrobedIntheradiantRobeofChrist？
Hecomes，andhisfaceissadandmild，Withthornshisheadiscrowned；
Therearegreatbleedingwoundsinhisfeet，Andineachhandawound。
HowcanItell，whoamafool，IfthisbeChristorno？
Thosebleedinghandsoutstretchedtome！
Thoseeyesthatlovemeso！
IseetheRobe——Ilook——Ihope——
Ifear——butthereisoneWhowilldirectmytroubledmind；
Christ’sMotherknowsherSon。
OMotherofGoodCounsel，lendIntelligencetome！
Encompassmewithwisdom，ThouTowerofIvory！
\"ThisistheManofLies，\"shesays，\"Disguisedwithfearfulart：
Hehasthewoundedhandsandfeet，Butnotthewoundedheart。\"
BesidetheCrossonCalvaryShewatchedthemastheydiced。
ShesawtheDeviljointhegameAndwintheRobeofChrist。
TheSingingGirl（FortheRev。EdwardF。Garesche，S。J。）
TherewasalittlemaidenInblueandsilverdrest，ShesangtoGodinHeavenAndGodwithinherbreast。
Itfloodedmewithpleasure，Itpiercedmelikeasword，Whenthisyoungmaidensang：\"MysoulDothmagnifytheLord。\"
ThestarssingalltogetherAndheartheangelssing，ButtheysaidtheyhadneverheardSobeautifulathing。
SaintMaryandSaintJoseph，AndSaintElizabeth，PrayforuspoetsnowAndatthehourofdeath。
TheAnnunciation（ForHelenParryEden）
\"HailMary，fullofgrace，\"theAngelsaith。
OurLadybowsherhead，andisashamed；
ShehasaBridegroomWhomaynotbenamed，HermortalfleshbearsHimWhoconquersdeath。
Nowinthedustherspiritgrovelleth；
ToobrightaSunbeforehereyeshasflamed，Toofairaheraldjoytoohighproclaimed，AndhumanlipshavetrembledinGod’sbreath。
OMother—Maid，thouartashamedtocoverWiththywhiteself，whereonnostaincanbe，ThyGod，WhocamefromHeaventobethyLover，ThyGod，WhocamefromHeaventodwellinthee。
Aboutthyheadcelestiallegionshover，Chantingthepraiseofthyhumility。
Roses（ForKatherineBregy）
Iwenttogatherrosesandtwinetheminaring，ForIwouldmakeaposy，aposyfortheKing。
Igotanhundredroses，theloveliesttherebe，Fromthewhiterosevineandthepinkrosebushandfromtheredrosetree。
ButwhenItookmyposyandlaiditatHisfeetIfoundHehadHisrosesamilliontimesmoresweet。
Therewasascarletblossomuponeachfootandhand，AndagreatpinkrosebloomedfromHissideforthehealingoftheland。
NowofthisfairandawfulKingthereisthismarveltold，ThatHewearsacrownoflinkedthornsinsteadofoneofgold。
Wheretherearethornsareroses，andIsawalineofred，AlittlewreathofrosesaroundHisradianthead。
AredroseisHisSacredHeart，awhiteroseisHisface，AndHisbreathhasturnedthebarrenworldtoarichandfloweryplace。
HeistheRoseofSharon，HisgardeneramI，AndIshalldrinkHisfragranceinHeavenwhenIdie。
TheVisitation（ForLouiseImogenGuiney）
ThereisawalloffleshbeforetheeyesOfJohn，whoyetperceivesandhailshisKing。
ItisOurLady’spainfulblisstobringBeforemankindtheGloryoftheskies。
Hercousinfeelsherwomb’ssweetburdenriseAndleapwithjoy，andshecomesforthtosing，Withtremblingmouth，herwordsofwelcoming。
SheknowsherhiddenGod，andprophesies。
SaintJohn，prayforus，wearysoulsthattarryWherelifeiswitheredbysin’sdeadlybreath。
Prayforus，whomthedogsofSatanharry，SaintJohn，SaintAnne，andSaintElizabeth。
And，MotherMary，giveusChristtocarryWithinourhearts，thatwemayconquerdeath。
Multiplication（ForS。M。E。）
Itakemyleave，withsorrow，ofHimIlovesowell；
IlookmylastuponHissmallandradiantprison—cell；
Ohappylamp！toserveHimwithneverceasinglight！
Ohappyflame！totrembleforeverinHissight！
Ileavetheholyquietfortheloudlyhumantrain，AndmyheartthatHehasbreatheduponisfilledwithlonelypain。
OKing，OFriend，OLover！WhatsorergriefcanbeInallthereddestdepthsofHellthanbanishmentfromThee？
ButfrommywindowasIspeedacrossthesleepinglandIseethetownsandvillageswhereinHishousesstand。
AbovetheroofsIseeacrossoutlinedagainstthenight，AndIknowthattheremyLoverdwellsinHissacramentalmight。
DominionskneelbeforeHim，andPowerskissHisfeet，YetformeHekeepsHiswearywatchintheturmoilofthestreet：
TheKingofKingsawaitsme，whereverImaygo，OwhoamIthatHeshoulddeigntoloveandservemeso？
Thanksgiving（ForJohnBunker）
Theroaroftheworldisinmyears。
ThankGodfortheroaroftheworld！
ThankGodforthemightytideoffearsAgainstmealwayshurled！
ThankGodforthebitterandceaselessstrife，AndthestingofHischasteningrod！
ThankGodforthestressandthepainoflife，AndOh，thankGodforGod！
TheThorn（FortheRev。CharlesL。O’Donnell，C。S。C。）
ThegardenofGodisaradiantplace，Andeveryflowerhasaholyface：
OurLadylikealilybendsabovethecloudysod，ButSaintMichaelisthethornontherosebushofGod。
DavidisthesonguponGod’slips，AndOurLadyisthegobletthatHesips：
AndGabriel’sthebreathofHiscommand，ButSaintMichaelistheswordinGod’srighthand。
TheIvoryTowerisfairtosee，Andmayherwallsencompassme！
ButwhentheDevilcomeswiththethunderofhismight，SaintMichael，showmehowtofight！
TheBigTopTheboomandblareofthebigbrassbandischeeringtomyheartAndIlikethesmellofthetrampledgrassandelephantsandhay。
Itakeoffmyhattotheacrobatwithhisdelicate，strongart，Andthemotleymirthofthechalk—facedclowndrivesallmycareaway。
IwishIcouldfeelastheymustfeel，theseplayersbraveandfair，Whononchalantlyjuggledeathbeforeastaringthrong。
ItmustbefinetowalkalineofsilverintheairAndtocleaveahundredfeetofspacewithagesturelikeasong。
SirHenryIrvingneverknewakeener，sweeterthrillThanthatwhichstirsthebreastofhimwhoturnshispaintedfaceTothecirclingcrowdwholaughaloudandclaphandswithawillAsatributetotheclownwhowonthegreatwheel—barrowrace。
Now，oneshallworkinthelivingrockwithamalletandaknife，Andanothershalldanceonabigwhitehorsethatcantersroundaring，Byanother’shandshallcoloursstandinsimilitudeoflife；
Andtheheartsofthethreeshallbemovedbyonemysterioushighthing。
Forthesculptorandtheacrobatandthepainterarethesame。
Theyknowonehope，onefear，onepride，onesorrowandonemirth，Andtheytakedelightintheendlessfightforthefickleworld’sacclaim；
Fortheyworshipartabovethecloudsandserveherontheearth。
Butyou，whocanbuildofthestubbornrocknoformofloveliness，Whocannevermingletheradianthuestomakeawonderlive，Whocanonlyshowyourlittlewoetotheworldinarhythmicdress——
Whatkindofacounterpartofyoudoesthethree—ringcircusgive？
Well——hereinthelittleside—showtentto—daysomepeoplestand，Oneisagiant，oneadwarf，andonehasafiguredskin，AndeachisscarredandsearedandmarredbyFate’srelentlesshand，Andeachoneshowshisgriefforpay，withasortofpridetherein。
Youputyoursorrowintorhymeandwanttheworldtolook；
Yousingthenewsofyourruinedhopeandwanttheworldtohear；
Theirwoeispentinacanvastentandyoursinaprintedbook。
O，poetofthebrokenheart，saluteyourbrothershere！
QueenElizabethSpeaksMyhandswerestainedwithblood，myheartwasproudandcold，Mysoulisblackwithshame……butIgaveShakespearegold。
Soafteraeonsofflame，Imay，bygraceofGod，RiseuptokissthedustthatShakespeare’sfeethavetrod。
Mid—oceaninWar—time（ForMyMother）
Thefragilesplendourofthelevelsea，Themoon’ssereneandsilver—veiledface，MakeofthisvesselanenchantedplaceFullofwhitemirthandgoldensorcery。
Now，foratime，shallcarelesslaughterbeBlendedwithsong，tolendsongsweetergrace，Andtheoldstars，intheirunendingrace，Shallheedandenvyyounghumanity。
Andyetto—night，ahundredleaguesaway，Thesewatersblushastrangeandawfulred。
Beforethemoon，acloudobscenelygreyRisesfromdecksthatcrashwithflyinglead。
AndthesestarssmiletheirimmemorialwayOnwavesthatshroudathousandnewlydead！
InMemoryofRupertBrookeInalienearth，acrossatroubledsea，Hisbodyliesthatwassofairandyoung。
Hismouthisstopped，withhalfhissongsunsung；
Hisarmisstill，thatstrucktomakemenfree。
ButletnocloudoflamentationbeWhere，onawarrior’sgrave，alyreishung。
Wekeeptheechoesofhisgoldentongue，Wekeepthevisionofhischivalry。
SoIsrael’sjoy，theloveliestofkings，Smotenowhisharp，andnowthehostilehorde。
To—daythestarryroofofHeavenringsWithpsalmsasoldiermadetopraisehisLord；
AndDavidrestsbeneathEternalwings，Songonhislips，andinhishandasword。
TheNewSchool（ForMyMother）
ThehallsthatwereloudwiththemerrytreadofyoungandcarelessfeetArestillwithastillnessthatistoodreartoseemlikeholiday，AndneveragustoflaughterbreaksthecalmofthedreamingstreetOrrisestoshaketheiviedwallsandfrightenthedovesaway。
Thedustisonbookandonemptydesk，andthetennis—racquetandballsLiestillintheirlonelylockerandwaitforagamethatisneverplayed，Andoverthestudyandlecture—roomandtheriverandmeadowfallsAsternpeace，astrangepeace，apeacethatWarhasmade。
Formanyayouthfulshouldernowisgaywithanepaulet，Andthehandthatwasdeftwithacricket—batisdefterwithasword，Andsomeoftheladswilllaughto—daywherethetrenchisredandwet，AndsomewillwinonthebloodyfieldtheaccoladeoftheLord。
Theyhavetakentheiryouthandmirthawayfromthestudyandplaying—groundToanewschoolinanalienlandbeneathanaliensky；
Outinthesmokeandroarofthefighttheirlessonsandgamesarefound，Andtheywhowerelearninghowtolivearelearninghowtodie。
Andafterthegoldendayhascomeandthewarisatanend，Aslabofbronzeonthechapelwallwilltellofthenobledead。
Andeverynameonthatradiantlistwillbethenameofafriend，Anamethatshallthroughthecenturiesingratefulprayersbesaid。
Andtherewillbeghostsintheoldschool，braveghostswithlaughingeyes，Onthefieldwithaghostlycricket—bat，bythestreamwithaghostlyrod；
Theywilltouchtheheartsofthelivingwithaflamethatsanctifies，Aflamethattheytookwithstrongyounghandsfromthealtar—firesofGod。
EasterWeek（InmemoryofJosephMaryPlunkett）
（\"RomanticIreland’sdeadandgone，It’swithO’Learyinthegrave。\"）
WilliamButlerYeats。
\"RomanticIreland’sdeadandgone，It’swithO’Learyinthegrave。\"
Then，Yeats，whatgavethatEasterdawnAhuesoradiantlybrave？
Therewasarainofbloodthatday，RedrainingayblueAprilweather。
ItblessedtheearthtillitgavebirthTovalourthickasbloomsofheather。
RomanticIrelandneverdies！
O’Learyliesinfertileground，AndsongsandspearsthroughouttheyearsRiseupwherepatriotgravesarefound。
ImmortalpatriotsnewlydeadAndyethatbledinbygoneyears，Whatbannersrisebeforeyoureyes？
Whatisthetunethatgreetsyourears？
TheyoungRepublic’sbannerssmileFormanyamilewheretroopsconvene。
O’ConnellStreetisloudlysweetWithstrainsofWearingoftheGreen。
ThesoilofIrelandthrobsandglowsWithlifethatknowsthehourishereTostrikeagainlikeIrishmenForthatwhichIrishmenholddear。
LordEdwardleaveshisrestingplaceAndSarsfield’sfaceisgladandfierce。
SeeEmmetleapfromtroubledsleepTograspthehandofPadraicPearse！
ThereisnoropecanstranglesongAndnotforlongdeathtakeshistoll。
NoprisonbarscandimthestarsNorquicklimeeatthelivingsoul。
RomanticIrelandisnotold。
Foryearsuntoldheryouthwillshine。
HerheartisfedonHeavenlybread，Thebloodofmartyrsisherwine。
TheCathedralofRheims（FromtheFrenchofEmileVerhaeren）
HewhowalksthroughthemeadowsofChampagneAtnooninFall，whenleaveslikegoldappear，SeesitdrawnearLikesomegreatmountainsetupontheplain，Fromradiantdawnuntilthecloseofday，NeareritgrowsTohimwhogoesAcrossthecountry。WhentalltowerslayTheirshadowypallUponhisway，Heenters，whereThesolidstoneisholloweddeepbyallItscenturiesofbeautyandofprayer。
AncientFrenchtemple！thouwhosehundredkingsWatchoverthee，emblazonedonthywalls，Tellme，withinthymemory—hallowedhallsWhatchantoftriumph，orwhatwar—songrings？
ThouhastknownClovisandhisFrankishtrain，WhosemightyhandSaintRemy’shanddidkeepAndinthyspaciousvaultperhapsmaysleepAnechoofthevoiceofCharlemagne。
ForGodthouhasknownfear，whenfromHissideMenwandered，seekingalienshrinesandnew，ButstilltheskywasbountifulandblueAndthouwastcrownedwithFrance’sloveandpride。
Sacredthouart，frompinnacletobase；
AndinthypanesofgoldandscarletglassThesettingsunseesthousandfoldhisface；
Sorrowandjoy，instatelysilencepassAcrossthywalls，theshadowandthelight；
Aroundthyloftypillars，taperswhiteIlluminate，withdelicatesharpflames，Thebrowsofsaintswithvenerablenames，Andinthenighterectafierywall。
AgreatbutsilentfervourburnsinallThosesimplefolkwhokneel，pathetic，dumb，Andknowthatdownbelow，besidetheRhine——
Cannon，horses，soldiers，flagsinline——
Withblareoftrumpets，mightyarmiescome。
Suddenly，eachknowsfear；
Swiftrumourspass，thateveryonemusthear，ThehostilebannersblazeagainsttheskyAndbytheembassiesmobsrageandcry。
Nowwarhascome，andpeaceisatanend。
OnParistowntheGermantroopsdescend。
Theyareturnedback，anddriventoChampagne。
Andnow，astosomanywearymen，Theglorioustemplegivesthemwelcome，whenItmeetsthematthebottomoftheplain。
Atonce，theysettheircannoninitsway。
Thereisnogablenow，norwallThatdoesnotsuffer，nightandday，Asshotandshellincrushingtorrentsfall。
Thestrickentocsinquiversthroughthetower；
Thetriplenave，theapse，thelonelychoirArecircled，hourbyhour，WiththunderingbandsoffireAndDeathisscatteredbroadcastamongmen。
AndthenThatwhichwassplendidwithbaptismalgrace；
Thestatelyarchessoaringintospace，Thetransepts，columns，windowsgrayandgold，Theorgan，inwhosetonestheoceanrolled，Thecrypts，ofmightyshadesthedwellingplaces，TheVirgin’sgentlehands，theSaints’purefaces，All，eventhepardoninghandsofChristtheLordWerestruckandbrokenbythewantonswordOfsacrilegiouslust。
Obeautyslain，Ogloryinthedust！
Strongwallsoffaith，mostbaselyoverthrown！
Thecrawlingflames，likeaddersglisteningAtethewhitefabricofthislovelything。
Nowfromitssoularoseapiteousmoan，Thesoulthatalwayslovedthejustandfair。
Graniteandmarbleloudtheirwoeconfessed，ThesilvermonstrancesthatPopeshadblessed，ThechalicesandlampsandcrosiersrareWeresearedandtwistedbyaflamingbreath；
Thehorroreverywheredidrangeandswell，TheguardianSaintsintothisfurnacefell，Theirbittertearsandscreamswerestilledindeath。
Aroundtheflamesarmedhostsareskirmishing，Theburningsunreflectstheluridscene；
TheGermanarmy，fightingforitslife，Ralliesitstornandterrifiedleftwing；
And，astheynearthisplaceTheimperialeaglesseeBeforethemintheirflight，Here，inthesolemnnight，Theoldcathedral，totheyearstobeShowing，withwoundedarms，theirowndisgrace。
Kings（FortheRev。JamesB。Dollard）
TheKingsoftheeartharemenofmight，Andcitiesareburnedfortheirdelight，Andtheskiesraindeathinthesilentnight，Andthehillsbelchdeathallday！
ButtheKingofHeaven，Whomadethemall，Isfairandgentle，andverysmall；
Heliesinthestraw，bytheoxen’sstall——
LetthemthinkofHimto—day！
TheWhiteShipsandtheRed（ForAldenMarch）
WithdroopingsailandpennantThatneverawindmayreach，TheyfloatinsunlesswatersBesideasunlessbeach。
TheirmightymastsandfunnelsArewhiteasdrivensnow，AndwithapallidradianceTheirghostlybulwarksglow。
HereisaSpanishgalleonThatoncewithgoldwasgay，HereisaRomantriremeWhosehuesoutshonetheday。
ButTyriandyeshavefaded，AndprowsthatoncewerebrightWithrainbowstainswearonlyDeath’slivid，dreadfulwhite。
WhiteastheicethatcloveherThatunforgottenday，AmongherpallidsistersThegrimTitaniclay。
AndthroughtheleaguesaboveherShelookedaghast，andsaid：
\"WhatisthislivingshipthatcomesWhereeveryshipisdead？\"
TheghostlyvesselstrembledFromruinedsterntoprow；
WhatwasthisthingofterrorThatbroketheirvigilnow？
DownthroughthestartledoceanAmightyvesselcame，Notwhite，asalldeadshipsmustbe，Butred，likelivingflame！
ThepalegreenwavesaboutherWereswiftly，strangelydyed，BythegreatscarletstreamthatflowedFromoutherwoundedside。
AndallherdeckswerescarletAndallhershatteredcrew。
ShesankamongthewhiteghostshipsAndstainedthemthroughandthrough。
ThegrimTitanicgreetedher\"Andwhoartthou？\"shesaid；
\"WhydostthoujoinourghostlyfleetArrayedinlivingred？
WearetheshipsofsorrowWhospendthewearynight，UntilthedawnofJudgmentDay，Obscureandstillandwhite。\"
\"Nay，\"saidthescarletvisitor，\"ThoughIsinkthroughthesea，Aruinedthingthatwasaship，Isinknotasdidye。
ForyemetwithyourdestinyBystormorrockorfight，SothroughthelaggingcenturiesYewearyourrobesofwhite。
\"ButnevercrashingicebergNorhonestshotoffoe，NorhiddenreefhassentmeThewaythatImustgo。
Mywoundthatstainsthewaters，Mybloodthatislikeflame，Bearwitnesstoaloathlydeed，Adeedwithoutaname。
\"Iwentnotforthtobattle，Icarriedfriendlymen，Thechildrenplayedaboutmydecks，Thewomensang——andthen——
Andthen——thesunblushedscarletAndHeavenhiditsface，TheworldthatGodcreatedBecameashamefulplace！
\"Mywrongcriesoutforvengeance，TheblowthatsentmehereWasaimedinHell。MydyingscreamHasreachedJehovah’sear。
NotallthesevenoceansShallwashawaythatstain；
UponabrowthatwearsacrownIamthebrandofCain。\"
WhenGod’sgreatvoiceassemblesThefleetonJudgmentDay，TheghostsofruinedshipswillriseInseaandstraitandbay。
ThoughtheyhavelainforagesBeneaththechangelessflood，Theyshallbewhiteassilver，Butone——shallbelikeblood。
[EndofMainStreetandOtherPoems。]
ThefollowingbiographicalinformationisfromtheOccasionalNotesto`ATreasuryofWarPoetry’，1919，editedbyGeorgeHerbertClarke。
Kilmer，Joyce。HewasborninNewBrunswick，N。J。，December6，1886。
HehadfirstjoinedtheOfficers’ReserveCorps，butsoonresigned。
WithinseventeendaysaftertheentranceoftheUnitedStatesintothewarhelefthisjournalisticcareertoenlistasaPrivateintheSeventhRegiment，NationalGuard，NewYork。
ShortlybeforetheSeventhleftNewYorkforSpartanburg，S。C。，hewastransferredathisownrequesttothe165thU。S。Infantry，formerlythe69thNationalGuardRegimentofNewYork。
HeaccompaniedtheregimentasaPrivatetoCampMills，LongIsland。
HewastransferredfromCompanyHtoHeadquartersCompany，andbecameSeniorRegimentalStatistician。TheregimentsailedforFranceinOctober，1917，andtherehewasplacedintheAdjutant’sOfficeandmadeSergeant。ThereafterhewasattachedtotheRegimentalIntelligenceStaffasanobserver，andshowedgreatfidelityandcourageinthetaskstowhichhewasassigned。HewaskilledinactiononJuly30，1918，whiletryingtolocatehostilemachine—gunsintheWoodoftheBurnedBridge，ontheOurcq。Hiswarwritingsmaybefoundin`MainStreet，andotherPoems’，and`JoyceKilmer，Poems，EssaysandLetters’。