Downey High School - Volsung Yearbook (Downey, CA)

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i l i N H , N H J W 'I H ,, W sl ls H ?l:seeT eeses Ze: seeds THE CHARMED VISION When tlze sun no longer easts the shadows 'neath the trees, find no longer can we hear the humming of the bees,' lVhen the birds have tuehed their heads away so deep, Jnd tlze flowers upon the hills have gone to sleep, 'Tis time for fairy queens to danre and sing, Befazise of all the happiness that joyous spring doth bring. They will danre beneath the silver erested shy, Ufhile the Love Spirit everywhere is nigh,' ,ind while eaeh flower and herb, asleep on Naturels breasts, In perfume will arise, though sleeping and at rest. Then all fragrances mingled from every distant elirne. Wfill entranre them with their opiates divine. They will danee among the giant forest trees, Around tiny toadstools with graeeful ease,' Then upon their golden hair, from very, very far, There shines a little thread of light as from a distant star, find beside the tiny toadstools, by gaping frogs found sweet, hlfho seem mueh amazed at these glimmering tiny feetp Hut fairies do not fear these ereatures, beeause they're very bold. Perhaps, if you eould see them, yolfd believe what yozfre told. However, to appreciate these fairylihe delights, From intercourse with Nature, we must gain the eharmed sight To see beauties manifold as millions of sunbeams ind all that lie hidden as in our pleasant dreams. LENA BOVA '35. 1, 8403 ffmtam Sfwf, Qlwwg, CL 90244

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A DREAMER A pixie, bold and strong was he- lVot eontent with life as he should he, Went a 'venturing in the woods one day And ere night fell, had lost his ways Huge trees were about him, straight and tall- With trunlzs so large. Ile eireled them all To find some sign of life. A door he found In one great trunk-ltwas barred and fast With hands of iron and loeh of gold- All tarnished and rusted hy storms untold. And there he stood, and looked about, And tried to reason this queer thing out. Who lived in this tree so long ago- With a door so heavy and yet so low- Was it dwarfs, or gnomes, or fairies maybe? And what of treasuref ah! eould he hut see Within.l.l What joy he'd know In living again, in the long ago- dnd so to-day-do the hearts of men Stand without lofhed doors of ambition, wh If the door rould only opened he, Their lizfes would he rirh in harmony. at last en J EAN HAYGOOD y35