Hunter College High School - Argus Yearbook (New York, NY)

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Now Louise is to Northshire gone, And to Livesy Hall did gae, But never did she speak a word, Throughout the live-long day. At midnight by the same auld stone, Louise again was back, She knew her lover would be there, For never had she spak. And just as the church bells chimed the hour The knight appeared once more, Ye have broken the spell and we will go To my mither in auld Lochoref' Four and twenty days went by, Then she received her dower, She and the Knight were wed that day And she was dedecked like a flower. They lived so happily on the hill, They did until they died, And when they came to bury them, They buried them side by side. Iulian Klein Poem lt's in the vibrating wind, In the lift of the red flower, The still-green shrub of the yard, In the bit of sky I gleam. It lives-the reason for life. Anne Bornstein nineteen

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r l Fair Louise and the Knight A Ballad of Superstition There was a milk white maiden fair: She was sad and alone For her love had just passed away And been buried beneath a stone, She wept and called upon the gods And seeing the beauteous one The gods did grant her to see her l ove At midnight by the stone. That night when a' were sleeping sound, The maid to the grave had gone And there she sat till midnight came And waited on the stone. At midnight Came her lover's voice, Calling to fair Louise, Oh, I am held by fairy power The queen hath me in thrall, 'But I love thee, Louise, thee best, I love thy talk the mare. There is one way you can free me, If that you will but dare. To-morrow to Northshire you shall be g And to Livesy Hall you shall gae But spak to none, not e'en your mither Or live, I never may. The knight could not be heard again, So she walked down the lane, She did na' speak another word, After she reached her home. eighteen OHS

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The Better Light You are like a star That stares unblinkingly into the dark, Fearless. l am like a lamp That blinks and may be blown out with one breath At will. Yet even a star May be torn from its height and flung into Darkness. And a little lamp May burst forth into flame and set fire to The world. Rita O'Neill O Milkweed Little bit of fairy-down, floating on the breeze, It was l who set you free to wander as you please. I who plucked you from within the dried walls of your pod And set you free to find a bed in the unbroken sod. I who watched your merry way as you hurried into flight I who smiled a wistful smile as you faded from my sight, Little breath of balmy air, blowing glad and free, Find that bit of fairy-down and waft it back to mel llma Schramm twenty