POETRY.
JANUARY.
THE NEW YEAR. THE QUICKENING OF ALL THINGS.
Sae huth stirr'd in her sleep, the Earth, Ev'ry Rider hath tightened his girth, Steeds whose hoofs are a winged might Swift thro' the underworld, soundless as light, Riders who ride through the night!
Not the Sun, nor the winds of God That unheralded path have yet trod!
Lock'd the' springs be by Winter athirst, Crinison'd tho' ground be by War the accurst Riders, ride on! Ye are first!
As a breath, as a flame ye come Through the stillness where Nature lies numb, Dreams into wild things' slumbers creep, Sensitive fibre and root boring deep Thrill with tho bulb in their sleep!
Through the sap lying prone and stark Steals your warmth like new joy front the dark.
Promise smiles on the woodland bare; Snowdrop unveileth her, exquisite, fair; Tremulous bliss fills the air.
And Seekers with shining eyes From the fire of your coming arise!
Pow'r from depths where a Dream had lain.
Sentient, emanant, dawns iu the brain, Hope has not whisper'd in vain!
For the Steeds they are Life :—Desire, Progress, Genius their Riders of Fire Pierce the dark with their vision'd sight.
Breathing the breath of the Infinite, Breaking the cycle of Winter's might, Waking new forces, new beauty, new light, Riders who rode through the nightl
Al..uce J. 6.(10D.
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