Shane Leslie, the only surviving son of Sir John Leslie, was born at Swan Park, Monaghan, Ireland, in 1886 and was educated at Eton and the University of Paris. He worked for a time among the Irish poor and was deeply interested in the Celtic revival. During the greater part of a year he lectured in the United States, marrying an American, Marjorie Ide. Leslie has been editor of The Dublin Review since 1916. He is the author of several volumes on Irish political matters as well as The End of a Chapter and Verses in Peace and War. FLEET STREET I never see the newsboys run With Heaven's tidings shod About their brave unwearied feet. THE PATER OF THE CANNON Father of the thunder, Flinger of the flame, Searing stars asunder, Hallowed be Thy Name! By the sweet-sung quiring By our fiercest firing, May Thy Kingdom come! By Thy strong apostle Flame, Thy Will be done! Give us, Lord, good feeding To Thy battles sped Flesh, white grained and bleeding, Frances Cornford The daughter of Francis Darwin, third son of Charles Darwin, Mrs. Frances Macdonald Cornford, whose husband is a Fellow and Lecturer of Trinity College, was born in 1886. She has published three volumes of unaffected lyrical verse, the most recent of which, Spring Morning, was brought out by The Poetry Bookshop in 1915. PREEXISTENCE I laid me down upon the shore I heard the great waves break and roar; My idle hands and fingers brown The waves came up, the waves went down, The pebbles, they were smooth and round And warm upon my hands, Like little people I had found The grains of sand so shining-small How all of this had been before, I lay on some forgotten shore As here I lie to-day. The waves came shining up the sands, And in my pre-pelasgian hands I have forgotten whence I came, I only know the sun shone down And in my fingers long and brown Anna Wickham Anna Wickham, one of the most individual of the younger women-poets, has published two distinctive volumes, The Contemplative Quarry (1915) and The Man with a Hammer (1916). THE SINGER If I had peace to sit and sing, Let it be something for my song, REALITY Only a starveling singer seeks The stuff of songs among the Greeks. Juno is old, Jove's loves are cold; Tales over-told. By a new risen Attic stream Nor set in bonds Imagination. There are new waters, and a new Humanity. SONG I was so chill, and overworn, and sad, I walked the street as silent as a mouse, But since I saw my love I wear a simple dress, Siegfried Sassoon Siegfried Loraine Sassoon, the poet whom Masefield hailed as "one of England's most brilliant rising stars," was born September 8, 1886. He was educated at Marlborough and Clare College, Cambridge, and was a captain in the Royal Welsh Fusiliers. He fought three times in France, once in Palestine, winning the Military Cross for bringing in wounded on the battlefield. |