Steele High School - Annual Yearbook (Dayton, OH)

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Page thirty THE ANNUAL TO A ROSE A shuttle of fancy flew by wild and fI'CC, The iibers were light as the foam of the seag And dyed where the fairies were blending the tints For hollyhock petals and bloom of the quince. When to thee in the sun, Thy fair petals were spun, And spread a prize by their daintiness won. When nightly the dew-drops lie down to their rest, And Zephyrs are choosing where they would bequest, Thy buds fast asleep are low-bowing their heads But waiting the dawn's touch to spring from their beds. Then the dew and the kiss Of the zephyrs are bliss, And thy bloom of world more ethereal than this. Florence Collins. .n .n .1 TO YOUTH With cheeks and eyes aglow from tingling airg With happy ringing laugh and glances bright, To Youth the world is fresh with joy and light- It knows no heavy heart nor aching care, But has a dream of dreams where all is fair. The light-poised figure drawn to fullest height, Tripping along, unconscious, forms a sight That world-worn men in memory long may bear- O blithsome Spirit, free from any stain, Alive in every quickening vein with wealth They view, not that of doubting age, is truth. That thou must toil and labor hard to gain- In fair and lofty visions lies thy wealth, And rich thou art beyond a king, O Youth! Wm. G. Marvin

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THE ANNUAL Page twenty-nine slip off, and I could rise up again and begin a new life. Oh dear, that would be good. She filled her hands with water, and poured it over her burning face. That is fine, she said, nice and cool. I'll go in and stand there where Thomas stood this morning and perhaps all my pain will go away. She waded in. Upon reaching the place where the ceremony had taken place in the morning, she hurried on. The water was at her waist-now above her breast. She slipped-her foothold gave away-the water was over her head. Instinctively she struggled for a second, grasped the air-then a sud- den idea filled her mind, and with a smile she gave herself to the stream and sank. The moon disappeared behind the dark clouds, the wind, now risen to its force, moaned drearily-then before the waves of Darley's departure had ceased, the moon again lighted the circles in the water, and silence pos- sessed the place. She was found in the morning. Peace rested upon her face. Death had washed away all stain, and she seemed to have fallen asleep. But Thomas and Anne were restless. We were going to help her-we were going to be so good to her, they said to each other, if she had only lived a little longer. Q8 val 'AC LOVE AND LIFE A little blue violet, graceful and shy, Fell in love with a yellow butterfly Who chanced one day to go glancing by. A moment he poised on her petals blue, A moment her little gold heart thrilled through g Another moment-away he flew. He winged his carefree, fluttering way All through the sunny smiling day, Past riotous blossoms he loitered gay. Till a frost came down from the pitiless sky, And shriveled the wings of the butterfly, And his last faint breath was a wandering sigh, As he thought of the violet, graceful and shy, How he meant to go back to her by and by- Some time, long ere he came to die. And she waited on, in longing and fear, Till her little gold heart grew brown and sere, And a dew-drop lay, like a tender tear, On her frail blue petals, that curled and dried And withered away with wounded pride, Till the lonely little blue violet died. -Katherine Kunz.

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