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 ing fools might have something to fill their empty brains and furnish them with silly chatter. They would find my mutilated body, clawed as though by a mountain lion flung into a shallow grave—beneath the sixth tree.

But I shall not lose! When this night curdles into dawn I shall stuff their filthy graves, stamping the dirt upon them until it fills their mouths and blinds their staring eyes. And the tree? I shall leave it to wring its bony hands for ever in impotent chagrin.

But why am I lingering here? It is time for the game to begin and—they are waiting.

By HAZEL BURDEN

Bind my hair upon my head,
 * Fasten up my shoon;

Tonight I travel far and far
 * Toward the golden moon.

Tonight I tread the Milky Way
 * On prism paths of stars,

And journey through the Pleiades,
 * And set my foot on Mars.

I shall go far on eager feet,
 * Straight through the Milky Way,

And scatter star-dust all around
 * On those who bid me stay.

But I’ll return to earth again,
 * Though on reluctant feet,

To walk on patterned paths once more
 * In raiment straight and neat.

And you will never know, my dear,
 * And you will never care

To climb the heights that I have climbed,
 * Or do the deeds I’d dare.