Oak Grove Coburn High School - Oak Leaves Yearbook (Vassalboro, ME)

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OAK. LEAVES Les champs de ble murissent, Et les pommes jutenses rougissentg On peut voir une odorante rose Dans le jardin ou elle repose En ete. Les arbres toujours verts du bois Chuchotent dans une incessante voixg Ils jettent sur la terre une grande ombre, Et la foret tranquille est tres sombre En ete. Comme rire babillent les ruisseaux Ou nagent les petits dans ses eauxg Les grillons gazonillent dans la meule,-- Et le saule est triste tout seul En ete. M. T. C. THE MEETING They met upon a hilltop, one robed in pure white, the other in pale green. The robes of the goddess in white were tinged with grey here and there and she extended her hand wistfully in a lingering farewell. The goddess in shimmering green fiuttered her tapering hands and laughed like a tumbling stream that plays in a beautiful glen. With reluctant, backward glances the white spirit drew her thin robes closer and wavered on the northern slope of the hill in the shade of a tall pine. There she lingered longingly for a moment and then vanished in the air like a pale moth. A bird sang in a budding tree as the maid in green tripped lightly, joyfully over the brown hillside, smiled at the leaping grass and raised her rosy fingertips to the bare trees. The sun kissed the hillside, a choir of birds sang in the branches and the Spirit of Life stretched out her hands tenderly, joyously to welcome the pink arbutus that was opening its buds and the brave little violet that raised its head from its winter's nap. Laughter filled the brook that had broken the bonds of winter. The God- dess of Life, her thoughts created the flowers and her joyful tears were the showers that mingled with the sunshine of her laugh, bringing forth new life on the hillside. Hail, O Spirit of Spring! ENID HUMPHREYS, '30. 26

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OAK LEAVES Romani somnum capiunt principes hostiurn impetum in urbem facturi erant. Quid quoque pacto agi placeat occulte inter se meditabantur. Marcus humi in vinea iacebat ut regem protegeret. Prima hora ille, hostibus progressis, strepitum armorum audivit. Statim regem excitavit. Uno tempore omni- bus locis eis pugnandum fuit atque omnia temptata sunt. Ita, proelio facto, Helvetii ex oppido se receperunt et Marcus a rege primipilus factus est. MARGARET CHASE. -lT.l l CZESAR, EQUES SOLLERS, ET EQUUS Caesar a pueritia eques sollers fueratg nam consuetus erat manibus post tergum adiunctis in equo sedere atque gradu pleno equum suum agere. In bello se instituit ut equitans litteras dictare et duos homines qui eodem tempore scriberent aut, ut Appius dicit, pluros regere posset. Ipse equo memoratu digno, pedibus bifidis et paene humanis, vehebat. Hic equus in eius villa partus eratg atque cum augures eum domino eius imperium orbis terrae prwdixisse confirmavissent Caesar maxima cum dili- gentia eum sustulerat et primus eum equitem alienum non tolerantem con- scendit. Postea, quoque, ante templum Veneris Genetricis statuam eius sacravit. GERTRUDE PARK. L'AGNELET O agnelet, Folatre et gai, Hochet du bon Dieu, Tu joues aux champs, Insouciant. Je donnerais mon tout Pour devenir joyeux Et enjoue Comme toi, O agnelet! -M. T. C. EN ETE Les oiseaux produisent la musique, A l'aurore ils chantent un cantiqueg Ils sont enjoyes et heureux, Et font tout le monde joyeux En 6136. 25

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OAK LEAVES TO A PANSY Pansy dear, your sweet little face, Framed by your yellow velvet gown, Smiles at me in all my dreams, And can all my troubles drown. The innocence of your lovely eyes, Your tiny upturned nose, The fluttering of your yellow dress, Makes you dearer than a rose. You fill me with such lovely thoughts My heart feels joy anew, With higher things than e'er before And all because of you. CHARLOTTE REVERIE 'A garden of old-fashioned flowers, Of larkspur, mignonette, and rose, Where oft in summer days I doze And dream of walls and crumbling towers, And castles where I'd roam for hours, Or in the stately ruins pose. Afar my dreaming fancy goes, But then too soon the twilight lowers, The garden fades in dusk of eve, My castles disappear as though The wind had blown them quite away. Bright tints of lovely flowers leave, The birds, my pretty songsters, go, QUIMBY The sun, my dreams,--they would not stay. T C M. RIVERS Rivers,- Sombre, greyish rivers, Streaked sunlit patches, Black silhouetted trees Cut in cardboard. Cold, forsaken rivers, Slowly flowing Seaward. M. T. C. 27