(for Aline) Because the road was steep and long And through a dark and lonely land, God set upon my lips a song And put a lantern in my hand. Through miles on weary miles of night That stretch relentless in my way My lantern burns serene and white, An unexhausted cup of day. O golden lights and lights like wine, How dim your boasted splendors are. Behold this little lamp of mind: It is more starlike than a star!
Joyce Kilmer - 1886-1918
Mirage du Cantonment
Many laughing ladies, leisurely and wise, Low rich voice, delicate gay cries, Tea in fragile china cups, ices, macaroons, Sheraton and Heppelwhite and old thin spoons, Rather dim paintings on very high walls, Windows showing lawns whereon the sunlight falls, Pink and silver gardens and broad kind trees, And fountains scattering rainbows at the whim of a breeze, Fragrance, mirth and gentleness, a Summer day In a world that has forgotten everything but play.