Evening Star Newspaper, March 22, 1931, Page 75

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, MARCH 22, 193t A Group of New Sonnets By Edna St. Vincent VNIilliay " Robert Lawson 2, Love Is Not All Love is not all; it is not meat nor drink " Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain, Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and sink and rise and sink again; Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath, Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone; Yet many a man_is making friends with death Even as I speak, for lack of love alone. It well may be that in a difficult hour, Pirined down by pain and moaning for release, Or nagged by want past resolution’s power, I might be driven to“sell your love for peace, inem e She Loves You Not | Think not, nor for a moment let your -mind, Wearied with thinking, doze upon the thought That the work’s done and the long day behind, And beauty, since 'tis paid for, can be bought. If in the moonlight from the silent bough Suddenly with precision speak your name The nightingale, be not assured that now His wing is limed and his wild virtue tame. Beauty beyond all feathers that have flown Is free; you shall not hood her to your wrist, Nor sting her eyes, nor have her for your own In any fashion; beauty billed and kissed = \ Or trade the memory of this night for food. Is not your turtle; treat her like a dove— It well may be. I do not think I would. She loves you not; she never heard of love. Nl N o\ . A0 NS, = PR ““_Love, Have Pity!’, Of all that everinl extremne disease “Sweet Love, sweet cruel Love, have pityl” cried, Count me the humblest, hold me least of these That wear the red heart crumpled in the side, In heaviest durance, dreaming or awake, Filling the dungeon with their piteous woe; Not that I shriek not till the dungeon shake, “Oh, God! Oh, let me out! OHh, let me go!” But that my chains throughout their iron length Make such a golden clank upon my ear, But-that I would not, boasted I the strength, Up with a terrible arm and out of here Where thrusts my morsel daily through the bars This tall, oblivious gaoler eyed with stars. ] \eZ)r, ¢ P WS AN