A Book of Epigrams

EPIGRAMS

POETRY

She comes like the hushed beauty of the night,
But sees too deep for laughter;
Her touch is a vibration and a light
From worlds before and after.

[Charles E. Markham

POETRY

Poetry? Can I define it, you inquire?
Yes; by your pleasure,
Poetry is Thought, in princeliest attire,
Treading a measure.

[Duffield Osborne

THE YEAR'S MINSTRELSY

Spring, the low prelude of a lordlier song;
Summer, a music without hint of death:
Autumn, a cadence lingeringly long:
Winter, a pause;--the Minstrel-Year takes breath.

[William Watson

THE SUN

All the World's bra