oundly interested in the why and
wherefore of things than in the girdle of Helen or the gleaming limbs of
'the white implacable Aphrodite.'_"
--MR. SYLVESTER VIERECK.

In the years of my season erotic,
When Eros was lord of my days,
And I loved, with a love idiotic,
The Mabels and Madges and Mays;
When a purple and passionate lyric
Would sing all the night in my head,--
I yearned, like the young Mr. Viereck,
For everything red.

I doted on poems of passion,
And put my own pantings in rime,
To celebrate, after a fashion,
The damsels who took up my time.
I fed upon Swinburne, believe me,
I feasted on Byron and Burns,
And couplets from Sappho would give me
Most exquisite turns.

How apparent it was that our songbirds--
Our Emerson, Lowell, and Payne,
And Bryant and Drake--were the wrong birds
To pipe to the passional strain.
There was, in a word, nothing doing
In all of the rimes that they wrote;
They seemed to be always pursuing
The ethical note.

What truth, I inquired, was so mighty,
What ethical thing was so rare,
As the limbs of the white Aphrodite
Or a strand of her heaven-kissed hair!
The girdle of red-headed Helen
Outweighed all the wherefores and whys,
And Wisdom elected to dwell in
A pair of blue eyes.

_Now_ lyrical sizzlers and scorchers
Fail somehow to set me ablaze;
No longer are exquisite tortures
Provoked by these passionate lays.
I've tinned--and I can't say I've missed 'em--
The poems of passion and sin.
_Some_ things one gets out of one's system,
And other things _in_.

_L'ENVOI._

"_Go, little book," as Poet Southey said;_
_You might be better and you might be worse._
_With just one word of warning you are sped:_
_Remember, you're not Poetry--you're Verse._

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Index

Always 82
Autumn Revery 104
Ballad of Misfits 63
Ballade of a Bore 97
Ballade of the Cannery 86
Ballade of Cap and Bells 76
Ballade of Death and Time 28
Ballade of Irresolution 68
Ballade of the Pipesmoke Carry 110