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142 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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SUSAN L. MITCHELL
{Living)
LOVE'S MENDICANT
WHAT do I want of thee? No gift of smile or tear Nor casual company. But in still speech to me Only thy heart to hear.
Others contentedly Go lonely here and there : I cannot pass thee by, Love's mendicant am I Who meet thee everywhere.
No merchandise I make : Thou mayst not give to me The counterfeits they take. I claim him for Love's sake The Hidden One in thee. |
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THE ARMY OF THE VOICE
YOU cannot take me, ah, I will not go — To what strange turmoil would you carry me On the strong wings of the enchanted bow ? The tides and surges of your savage sea To my tired spirit are an agony. |
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