Riverbend School for Girls - Vox Fluminis Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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y XJI 3 Mao . J. nm THE WILLOW TREE A' willow I saw one day by the brook. IVith boughs downbent and a mournful look. I gazed and gazed and asked her why Did she look so sad and need she cry? She raised her head and said to me, I'ni only a willow and I want to be A king of the forest. a great oak tree. Then a voice around us softly spoke. God mlade you great-not like the oak But great in your beauty and charm and grace, Beauty of heart as well as of face. I looked at the willow and she smiled at me, And I knew in her heart she wanted to be God's beautiful, charming, graceful tree. --janet XrVigglns, Grade XII., Garry Hall. DREAMS , W'eird. terrifying dreams that writhe and scream. That pass and repass in a fevered stream, Wfith hideous evil forms and perils dire. Like misshaped shadows on the wall or faces in the fire. Beautiful silvery dreams, elusive, vagrant, Gliste-ning fresh and poised and sweetly fragrant. In which we catch through iilrny portals riven Odd glimpses of an unremembered heaven. -Aline Harvey. Grade XII.. Garry Hall. Page Twenty-011-c' VOX FLU1lIIN1S

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VOX F L U MI NI S Page Twenty But the very fact that his descriptions are so accurate makes for remarkable and sometimes unexpectedly beautiful passages. He repro- duces what he sees or feels with unerring fidelity. Certain lines in particu- lar arrest one. s T he sun. above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. And from the Idiot Boy. By this the stars were almost gone. The moon was setting on the hill. So pale you scarcely looked at her: The little birds began to stir, Though yet their tongues were still. Through all, moreover, there is deep. sincere, a-nd original thought, per- haps best instanced in the Lines written above Tinter-n Abbey. . The poems on the Naming of Places are delightful. Michael and Ruth', are among the best narrative poems. VVith Wordsworth, everyone has his preference. I have heard at different times. and from different individuals, every single poem extolled and reprobated, with the exception of those of a loftier kind. which seem to have won universal praise. CColeridgej. The Lyrical Ballads contain Vlfordsworth at his best and at his worst. He does not thrill us. but he is quiet and truthful and sure of his message. VVe should be indebted to him if he had never written anything besides these lines from Tintern Abbey. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughtsg a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused. XVhose dwelling is the light of setting suns And the round ocean and the living air. And the blue sky, and in the mind of man A motion and a spirit that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. -Aline Harvey, Grade XII., Garry I-Iall. 1-

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VOX FLUMINIS Page Twenty-two OVERHEARD ON THE RIVER-BANK HEY were walking along the river-bank, a loving couple, with nothing to do but talk, talk, talk. That is just what they were doi-ng, they were talking, at least one of them was. Said he to she, H-ow beautiful you are, tonight, Betsy, but she gave no reply. Maybe she didn't think he meant what he had said. Perhaps she thought that he. like many other men, said that to every girl. They walked along for a mile or so, he passing complime-nts all the way, she uttering not a word. Now. there were many trees and bushes along the river-bank, so that although there was room on the path for the couple, no one else could possibly squeeze in beside them. There were tram-ps near-'by and they heard the incessant chattering of the man, and presumed that there was a woman with him, because he kept saying Betsy to someone. They could not see the couple. Suddenly one of the tramps said Hush, you twog did you hear what that main said just then ? No, replied the other two in a chorus. VVhat did he say ? VVell. said the hrst tramp, he said, 'Betsy you are all that I have in the world, and I'd hate to lose you. Besides, you're worth a lot of money. VV hat of it ? asked one of the other tramps. That doesn't inter- est me. VVhy, you foolf' said the first tramp. Don't you see? VVhoever is wfth that man is worth a lot of money. If we could kidnap her, we would be able to secure a lot of ransom moneyf' ' A very good idea! exclaimed the third tramp. Let's do it this very night. Of course, blockheadg we'll follow them, out of sight, of course, and then when we come to the edge of this bush we'll spring out and catch her, then run back .into the woods. It's only a mile to walk. So, the tramps followed close behind our couple, and soon came to the end of the bush. Then the tramps sprang out, and were about to make a grab for the girl, when suddenly a loud moo-oo was heard from the supposedly wealthy woman. For he was but arn ignorant country lad who thought his cow was very beautiful, and quite priceless, and she. a -lersey cow. . VVell,', grunted the Hrst tramp in disgust, we certainly were fooled dat timef, Huh, snorted the other two. VV e were fooled? VVhat ye talkin' about? VV ho suggested this, anyway ? i --Eleanor Maclnnes, Grade X, Douglas Hall. COME AWAY! i Up! up! my friend, and quit your books, T Or surely you'll grow double, Up! up! my friend, and clear your lo-oks, VVhy all this toil and trouble?