THREE POEMS BY OLIVER ST.JAMES GOGARTY*
(see octavo CQ2415)

I. Fresh Fields I gaze and gaze when I behold The meadows springing green and gold. I gaze until my mind is nought But wonderful and wordless thought! Till, suddenly, surpassing wit, Spontaneous meadows spring in it; And I am but a glass between Unwalked on meadows gold and green. II. Non Dolet Our friends go with us as we go Down the long path where Beauty wends, Where all we love fore-gathers, So why should we fear to join our friends? Who would survive them to outlast His children; to outwear his fame, Left when the Triumph has gone past, To win from Age, not Time, a name? Then do not shudder at the knife That Death's indiff'rent hand drives home, But with the Strivers leave the Strife, Not, after Caesar, skulk in Rome. III. Death May Be Very Gentle Death may be very gentle after all: He turns his face away from arrogant knights Who fling themselves against him in their fights; But to the loveliest he loves to call. And he has with him those whose ways were mild And beautiful and many a little child.