Soldan High School - Scrip Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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Yo u th OOL and white the sand beach lay mm Q , Beneath our willing feet ' And Youth and I, alone, did stray . I - Through night that was starless and sweet. Defying the brilliance of the moon, A beach fire sparkled on the sand, And Youth and I, our hearts in tune, Wandered towards it hand in hand. We heeded not to-morrow's dawn. We had forgotten yesterday, And joy we knew to be not long We centered in our one to-day. Our elders say that we must part, Each to go his separate way- I to live life's bigger part And Youth with someone else to play. Youth and I have been good friends, We've known each other such a little while, Seventeen Aprils and twenty Mays- I heard someone say just the other day, Time goes by so slowly . Mary Cowan To Netley Abbey bf' XQUISITE stone work wrought by mortal hand, f ':lE: qM7. 0 A distant corner scarcely sought by man, In beauty, rare old Abbey Netley lies ,... 2 V' ,' if - - - . . ii A dream ethereal realized in stone V! On earth a ruined bit of Paradise And half-destroyed by age's ceaseless drone With walls graced by that green scar-healing rod It stands today a monument for God. Who sees the lace work of those clamouring vines, He feels the kindred work of all man-kind And knows the blessing of a Hand Divine. Mary B. Cowan. 110

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f 1 , , 4 1 1.7: 'A ??-5 -A' 'f 5 r Y ' Y j ? The Open Sea , VISITED Elysium. fi There were bowers f Bright with honey-scented flowers. , Lilies blooming in full splendor shoneg 'Kr I s iw Loose-petaled roses swayed full-blowng And far away there boomed the sea. The Wind brought faint to me The smell of roaring, booming salty sea. I cannot linger here. The gardens, lovely though they be, Ponds, lily laden, fair to see- Yet so near the open ocean, Heaving, rolling with a steady motion, Calling-I'11 go away, Down to the sea, And sail its salty depths, and spray Will splash my hardened cheek- Cold water, like the First frost of clear And the white-topped, frothing waves will beat And toss about my galleon fleet. November day, Gardens of Elysian clime, Be ye ornate, so sublime, There is beauty, pleasure more Roving on the open shore. Be the sand a floor of shells, Dainty pink, like fairy bells, There is beauty more for me Out upon the open sea. Henry Lowenhaupt, january '29. Mountain Columbine OUNTAIN colurnbine, companion of the everlasting snows, Daring to peep where the westwind keeps His wintry domain, sulphur sun and hail, Shifting clouds over rugged rocks, green icebergs and the ever tugging galeg Numb springs seep: the pale noon silence shattered by a marmot's call. f Betty Lowenhaupt, January'29. 109

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Q, - f , 4 .ff - - 41, - - -f- -4-4 - i J! ,f B5 The Storm HE Sea Queen's bosom scarcely heaved As she slept on a couch of pearl. The Wind King swooped and kissed her With his cloud robes all aswirl. there But she rose in wrath and queenly ire And donned her fragile mail Of watered silk from seaweeds green, All linked with silver pale. See how she rides on a dolphin sleek And stirs the sea to foam. She skims the waves like a bird in flight When it would seek to roam. The King grows angryg his lightning plays Like the foils of celestial knights. The air resounds with the thunderbolts He hurls through the iitful lights. The lightning nips the waves. A hush Whose silence seems like sound, Rebukes the surging flood. The Queen In sleep again is bound. Betty Reel To R REAKING the stillness of the night, QF The coursing wind, il The moanino' surf 4' ' wily' The Fitful gleam of a far-flung light- 1 1-,-jk' These have disturbed my wild soul's rest. Like the beating wings of a white gull's flight, My heart beats clam'rous at the sight Of rain-soft skies, Of purple land, Of the white waves' wash on the browning sand. Mary B. Cowan 111 - ,f- -- ',L.- -,V- -,131 4-f-9 v