WAYNE GARD Song Illinois College You ask me why I love you, sweet? Then tell me why this hawthorn tree And tell me why these thrushes here You tell me why the sky is blue Bag O' Dreams JAMES J. SWEENEY Georgetown College I had a little bag of dreams Whose cord I loosed when I was young, By spider spun of dried bat's wing, I ruled the lotus-blooming Nile 'Mid vultures white with gilded claws, And rose-red ibises strut 'round; Mine was the jade-cool tropic isle Where shriek the brilliant-plumed macaws At peacocks perking on the ground. I plucked a song from out God's heart A plaintive, poignant, aching strain, A panged sobbing, soft as rain, That dimmed with love-dew, worlds apart, Two pairs of blue eyes beaming, mute With dreamland love that ne'er would wane. But now my hair is thin and gray, Frost powdered with the rime of years, For me no love-lamps burn fond beams, And having all, I've naught today. Lay in that little bag of dreams! ROSE HOLCOMB Fabric Elmira College If fairies don't dance in the moonlight When they milk the milky way? If there aren't any nymphs in the forest If gnomes don't live in the tree stumps Who rides on the bat's wings at midnight 40969A Villanelle THOMAS H. JOHNSON Dartmouth College You shall come to me tonight Softly, as the leaves are shed, Swiftly, as the swallow's flight. When the stars blaze out their light You shall come with youth's delight When the dark obscures my sight Fast as falls the moonbeam's light |