Poetry and the Poet
[A Sonnet.]
(Found on the Poet’s desk.)
WEARY, I open wide the antique pane
I ope to the air
I ope to
I open to the air the antique pane
And gaze {beyond?} the thrift-sown field of wheat,
{ across } [commonplace?]
A-shimmering green in breezes born of heat;
And lo!
And high
And my soul’s eyes behold { a? } billowy main
{ the }
Whose farther shore is Greece strain
again
vain
[Arcadia—mythological allusion.—Mem.: Lemprière.]
I see thee, Atalanta, vestal fleet,
And look! with doves low-fluttering round her feet,
Comes Venus through the golden {fields of?} grain.
{ bowing }
(Heard by the Poet’s neighbour.)
Venus be bothered—it’s Virginia Dix!
(Found on the Poet’s door.)
Out on important business—back at 6.
H. C. Bunner.