Pembroke State University - Indianhead Yearbook (Pembroke, NC)

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THE INDIANHEAD Volume IX MARTIN L. LOWRY. JR Editor EYRTLE RANSOM Business Manager Pembroke State College ' H Pembroke, N. C.

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' ' 3 m it The Pine The elm lets fall its leaves before the frost, The very oak grows shivering and sere. The trees are barren when the summer ' s lost; But one tree keeps its goodness all the year. Green pine, unchanging as the days go by. Thou art thyself beneath whatever sky; My shelter from all winds, my own strong pine, ' Tis spring, ' tis summer, still, while thou art mine . Augusta Webster. Aspect of the Pines Tall, somber, grim, against the morning sky They rise, scarce touched by melancholy airs. Which stir the fadeless foliage dreamfully. As if from realn-is of mystical despairs. Tall, somber, grim, they stand with dusky gleams Brightening to gold within the woodland ' s core. Beneath the gracious noontide ' s tranquil beams - But the weird winds of morning sigh no more, A stillness, strange, divine, ineffable. Broods round and o ' er them in the wind ' s sucease. And on each tinted copse and shimmering dell Rests the mute rapture of deep hearted peace. Last, sunset comes - the solemn joy and might Bornefromthe west where cloudless daydeclines- 1-ow, flute-like breezes sweep the waves of light, And, lifting dark green tresses of the pines. Till every lock is luminous, gently float. Fraught with hale odors upthe heavens afar To faint when twilight on her virginal throat Wears for a gem the tremendous vesper star. Paul Hamilton Hayne,