Towards democracy

April 381

Yet all the while it was the great Day of the titiverse into which they looked, Lit by a million suns.

NIGHT

ARKNESS o’erhead, aroutid, D A curtain closing down upon the earth,

Drowning the woodland tree-tops.

Stretching of hands, straining of eyes—to feél, to see,

To catch the faint faint glamor here and there ainid the branches,

The wavering dubious forms and presétices.

No floor, no sky, no sound. Only a soft warm moisttire in the nostrils,

Folding and brooding all thé lard in silence.

APRIL

APRIL, tionth of Nymphs aid Fauns and Cupids,

Month of the Sungod’s kisses, Earth’s sweet passion, Of fanciful winds and showers ; Apollo, glorious over hill and dalé Ethereally striding ; grasses springing Rapt to his feet, buds bursting, flowers out-breathirig Their liberated hearts in love to him.

[The little black-cap gatrulotis on the willow