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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse From the theatre under the city's lights follows the girl, Desperate lest in the city's curious chances He never sees her again. And boldly he speaks. And she and the elder woman, her sister Smile and speak in turn; and Jim, who stands While I break the ice, comes up—and so Arm in arm we go to the restaurant, I in heaven walking with Arabel, And Jim with her older sister. We drive them home under a summer moon, And while I explain to Arabel my boldness, And crave her pardon for it, Jim, the devil, Laughs apart with her sister while I wonder What Jim, the devil, is laughing at. No matter— To-morrow I walk in the park with Arabel.


 * Just now the reader of the letter

Tells of the writer's swift descent From wealth to want.


 * We are in the park next afternoon by the water.

I look at her white throat—full, as it were, of song And her rounded virginal bosom—beautiful! And I study her eyes, I search to the depths her eyes In the light of the sun. They are full of little rays, Like the edge of a fleur-de-lys, and she smiles At first when I fling my soul at her feet.