Seek for such things where they abound,
In dusty tomes, none here are found
Saving the meaning of the ground
Which holds the legend of the rose,
The silver lore of rains and snows,
Man's prologue and his drama's close!
The meaning of the lonely sod
Where some see but a space untrod
And others footprints of a god!
The meaning which strikes lovers dumb
When through the world's harsh waters come
The ravelled sails of Actium!
IRENE HAY (Margaret Lumley Brown).