  By day you cannot see the sky For it is up so very high. You look and look, but it's so blue That you can never see right through. But when night comes it is quite plain, And all the stars are there again. They seem just like old friends to me, I've known them all my life you see. There is the dipper first, and there Is Cassiopeia in her chair, Orion's belt, the Milky Way, And lots I know but cannot say. One group looks like a swarm of bees, Papa says they're the Pleiades; But I think they must be the toy Of some nice little angel boy. Perhaps his jackstones which to-day He has forgot to put away, And left them lying on the sky Where he will find them bye and bye. I wish he'd come and play with me. We'd have such fun, for it would be A most unusual thing for boys To feel that they had stars for toys! THE END " Advertisements of books by the same author " (These are taken from the back of the 1916 printing.) A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass By AMY LOWELL New edition, cloth, $1.25 PRESS NOTICES "These poems arouse interest, and justify it by the result. Miss Lowell is the sister of President Lowell of Harvard. Her art, however, needs no reflection from such distinguished influence to make apparent its distinction. Such verse as this is delightful, has a sort of personal flavour, a loyalty to the fundamentals of life and nationality. . . . The child poems are particularly graceful." — 'Boston Evening Transcript', Boston, Mass. "Miss Lowell has given expression in exquisite form to many beautiful thoughts, inspired by a variety of subjects and based on some of the loftiest ideals. . . . "The verses are grouped under the captions 'Lyrical Poems', 'Sonnets', and 'Verses for Children'. . . . "It is difficult to say which of these are the most successful. Indeed, all reveal Miss Lowell's powers of observation from the view-point of a lover of nature. Moreover, Miss Lowell writes with a gentle philosophy and a deep knowledge of humanity. . . . "The sonnets are especially appealing and touch the heart strings so tenderly that there comes immediate response in the same spirit. . . . "That she knows the workings of the juvenile mind is plainly indicated by her verses written for their reading." — 'Boston Sunday Globe', Boston, Mass. "A quite delightful little collection of verses." — 'Toronto Globe', Toronto, Canada. "The Lyrics are true to the old definition; they would sing well to the accompaniment of the strings. We should like to hear "Hora Stellatrix" rendered by an artist." — 'Hartford Courant', Hartford, Conn. "Verses that show delicate appreciation of the beautiful, and imaginative quality. A sonnet entitled 'Dreams' is peculiarly full of sympathy and feeling." — 'The Sun', Baltimore, Md. ————— By the same author Sword Blades and Poppy Seed Price, $1.25 Opinions of Leading Reviewers "Against the multitudinous array of daily verse our times produce this volume utters itself with a range and brilliancy wholly remarkable. I cannot see that Miss Lowell's use of unrhymed 'vers libre' has been surpassed in English. Read 'The Captured Goddess', 'Music', and 'The Precinct. Rochester', a piece of mastercraft in this kind. A wealth of subtleties and sympathies, gorgeously wrought, full of macabre effects (as many of the poems are) and brilliantly worked out. The things of splendor she has made she will hardly outdo in their kind." — Josephine Preston Peabody, 'The Boston Herald'. "For quaint pictorial exactitude and bizarrerie of color these poems remind one of Flemish masters and Dutch tulip gardens; again, they are fine and fantastic, like Venetian glass; and they are all curiously flooded with the moonlight of dreams. . . . Miss Lowell has a remarkable gift of what one might call the dramatic-decorative. Her decorative imagery is intensely dramatic, and her dramatic pictures are in themselves vivid and fantastic decorations." — Richard Le Gallienne, 'New York Times Book Review'. "The book as a whole is notable for the organic relation it bears to life and to art. Miss Lowell can find authentic inspiration equally in the lapidarian stanzas of Henri de Regnier and in the color effects produced by the flicking of the tail of the great northern pike. Her work is always vivid, sincere, poetically energetic. Throughout it run, in the quaint phrase of an old poet, 'bright shoots of everlastingnesse'." — Ferris Greenslet, in the 'New Republic'. "Such poems as 'A Lady', 'Music', 'White and Green', are well-nigh flawless in their beauty — perfect 'images'." — Harriet Monroe, 'Poetry'. |
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