Greenwood School - Tree Yearbook (Ruxton, MD)

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lllii Quill? QAccording to the old Breton legend, Dahut was the daughter of one of the early kings of Brittany. She was so beautiful that all the young men fell in lover with her. But she was as cruel as she was fair and treated them so heartlessly that in despair they threw themselves into the sea. At length the people of Brittany rose against her and stormed her father's palace, crying for her death. The town wherein Dahut dwelt was below the level of the sea and was protected by dykes. When Dahut saw that death was inevitable, she unlocked the Hoodgates of the dykes and the whole town was inundated and she, of course, was drowned with the rest. But the old Breton women still claim that Dahut is part of the sea and her beauty lures the young men of Brittany to their doomj Ye mob of curs that ery aloud F or the death of your king's sole child, Soon wafoes shall o'er your bodies roll, A nd the sea winds your dirge shall toll VV ith shrieking fuoices wild. Aye, howl, for that is the way of dogs EV hen death is coming fast, But though ye lie beneath the brine Yet ye shall hear this song of mine While wind and waters last. For I and the sea shall be one, .dnd the sea shall be one with me, Wfhen efoery wafve is dashing high, .ds it fain would drown the sky, A ll will my anger see. Mortals when they 'hear my wrath TV ill shake with anxious fright, The fishwife piteous prayers will make To all the saints for her losved one' s sake, To spare him from my might. Page Forty-four

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THIE U Till THE DEPARTURE ILD was the night, but something Wilder tugged Michael's heart. Sad was the wind, but something sadder forced its way into his throat. The gloomy crosses of St. Petersburg rose in the distance, while faint hoof I-- T- C . l beats were heard on the cobblestones of its empty streets.. He turned to the man beside him, and with an evergrowing emotion cried, 'cBolveskil He shook his comrade sharply. Do not sleep on guard, Peter. Wake quickly. The town is in silence and I like it not as a lone sentry. Bolveski stood up quickly, still dreaming. He's dead, Michael. I saw him. Little Marie had just kissed him goodbyef, A dream, comrade, but I beg you silence. He must not die. Michael laid his hand on his friend's shoulder. He cannot die, Peterl Little Father guards and protects his Russiaf' I hope you're right, my son. My dream seemed alive,,' answered Peter, shaking his head slowly. I pray you're right. They drew apart in silence. The town was quiet. Except for a distant figure on the ramparts, they seemed to be completely alone. A heavy tread was heard within the walls. The iron knocker clanged against steel. Michael,s head swam. Who Wanted to leave the city at this hour? Slowly he pulled open the massive gates. A tall man walked out. He hesitated, looked at Michael, and smiled sadly. A heavy gold chain fell around poor lWichael's neck, placed on by thin hands. A word of cheer was whispered. The figure paused again and looked at the stars. Michael heard such music as he had only once before heard- at the church of St. Carl at lVIoscow. Tears blinded his eyes and his sight departed from him for awhile. Then grey dawn was rising slowly in the east. There was a new freshness pouring from the cornfields. Excitedly he roused his comrade. He just went out, Peter. I opened the gate for him. He gave me this. About midday a noble man laughed. Some poor sentry had a dream last night, Mark. I told the captain to spare the ale. He swears he saw the Czar during the night, about the time of his death, leaving the city. He claims Nicholas gave him a gold chain and walked off in a cloud. His friend only shook his head. He thought he, too, had seen a tall man walking through the streets about dawn. I B. REQUARDT, '38 Page Forty-three

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Ye lazls of Brittany hark my song, ds your fathers harkerl of yore- ffnzl neither prayer and neither tears, Nor sweetheart's kiss, nor m0ther's fears Can keep ye safe on shore. S0 as I eallefl when I was maifl Anal flwelt in my father's hall, S0 shall I call ye from the sea, .ffnfl though ye strive yourselves to free, Yet I shall holfl ye thrall. Yes, I shall holfl ye thrall Till the sea yields up its prey, Anil the sunken ships shall rise again, zfnzl float once more on the salty main, In the dawn of the Judgment Day l M. G. MACHEN, ,37 F ' T9 Page Forty-fi