Poem by Helen Gray Cone

Compensation

  The brook ran laughing from the shade,
    And in the sunshine danced all day:
  The starlight and the moonlight made
    Its glimmering path a Milky Way.

  The blue sky burned, with summer fired;
    For parching fields, for pining flowers,
  The spirits of the air desired
    The brook's bright life to shed in showers.

  It gave its all that thirst to slake;
    Its dusty channel lifeless lay;
  Now softest flowers, white-foaming, make
    Its winding bed a Milky Way.

1. The Glorious Company
2. Ivo of Chartres
3. The Spring Beauties
4. When Willows Green
5. The Torch-Race

Sara Teasdale Compensation ("I should be glad of loneliness")

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