Anna Head School - Nods and Becks Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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LITERATURE

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have gained strength to go on. When we realize that we have suc- ceeded in scaling one height, we are confident of our ability to mount the second. In every new achievement we find our reward in the feel- ing of accomplishment, in the feeling that we have won. The Willow Widow In the center of the garden Standing, weeping, in her lace, Standing, sobbing, in the garden, Widow Willow hides her face. Sighing for her stolen gladness, Praying for its bounteous grace; Veiled from prying eyes, grief-stricken, Widow Willow hides her face. All day long, and all night long, Waiting, patient, in her place; Shrouded in a verdant mantle, Widow Willow hides her face. Riiea Radin, ’26. I 10 I

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Moraiing §oeg Awake! 'I'lie joyous voice of Morn Rings sweeter than a silver horn. Awake! Arise I and view the earth In all her glory of new birth. Walk down the woodland paths with me Among the whispering pines, and see Such beauties at this morning hour. The coming of the sun will bring A mundane change to everything. There, swaying in her fern-grown bower Among the rocks, a fairy flower; And fluttering, when a breeze breathes by Like some bright, captive butterfly, Blossoms the mountain columbine. Her haven is the worshipped shrine Where comes the humming bird each day, To this sweet queen his love to pay. The dew, which gleams upon the grass, With jewels decks the feet that pass; Afar, there sounds a waterfall That rushes down its rocky wall In boiling foam and rainbow mist, By cool, sweet morning zephyrs kissed. Above yon ragged, snow-capped butte, Come strains of some wild piper’s flute.