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PHOTO-PLAY JOURNAL
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GLORIA SWAN SONCHINESE LOTUS
A starlit Oriental night, where, by the river's brim,
Seductive poppies blow: anon a matin hymn
From alien feathered throat
Proclaims the coming dawn — / still my boat,
And, mid the silken blossoms on the shore,
I find a star — one fairy Lotus and no more.
It is like you: Its petals fair
Delicately wrought by God's own hand.
No daintier than you — / leave it there,
A prayer for those who understand.
LILA LEE—VIOLET
Open your eyes, my sweet,
daytime is dawning — Open your lips, my sweet,
join in the song Sung by a thousand throats
up in the treetops. Youth is your portion — you
sleep overlong. Soft are your eyes, my sweet,
soft as the violet, Sweet is your breath as the
blossom's perfume. IVouldl might woo you with
sonnet of triolet — Bury my heart in your soul's
saintlv bloom.
ETHEL CLAYTON— ROSE
Somezvhere in my book of memory I've read the story of a mossy wall Beneath whose shade I sat in silent reverie, And heard the soft voiced woodbird's matin call. Upon the aged stones with moss entwining A single rose had blossomed— fragrant, fair. I gazed into its heart as if divining The secret of its beauty hidden there.
VIVIAN MARTINMARGUERITE
Do you love me, lady mine? This blossom tells me that you do. Would you leave me here to pine, Just to go on loving you? She loves me, ah, she loves me not, Must I then believe the flower Leave you in this garden spot Though I love you ever hour?
ANN LITTLE— CALIFORNIA POPPY
Upon a softly sloping hillside
Whence I gaze upon the sea,
You stand, arms filled with golden beauty.
Will you give one flower to me?
Poppies golden as the sunshine
Shining 'gainst your dusky hair
Fair buccaneer, that I might call you mine,
There's nothing that I ivould not dare!
WANDA HAW LEY— PANSY
Smiling lips and dimpled cheeks, Eyes where hidden laughter lies, To your heart my heart speaks, Seeks an answer in your eyes, Seeks an answer, finds it not, Cruel one, your lips beguile, For I am rooted to this spot. Blooming but a little while.
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By ADAM HULL SHIRK
ELSIE FERGUSONJASMINE
White as thy brow, unclouded
by a single care, Fragrant as the perfume from
thy hair. I place these jasmine flowers
at thy feet, My heart, fair one, long since
have I laid there.
MARGUERITE CLARKBLUEBELL
You may not come from
Scotland, That matters not to be. There's something Scotch
about you Like the heather of Dundee.
You remind me of the bluebell,
Daintiest flower in the dell,
And I ken there's no maid sweeter,
An' indeed I ken it well!
SHIRLEY MASONDAISY
Sparkling in the field of
scented clover, Brightly shining through the
day Kissed by vagrant bees — each
rover Halts his flight to homage
pay — Have you smiles for every
sweetheart? Would that I might fly to
you, Know the sweetness of your
presence: Would your promise prove
untrue?
DOROTHY D ALTONSUNFLOWER
Radiant, joy-laden, symbol of
gladness, Facing thy king enthroned
upon high — Such beauty as thine might
drive mortals to madness, Thy charms like the sun's
rays quite dazzle the eye.
ENID BENNETTLILY CF THE VALLEY
Daintily, modestly, why do
you hang your head? What is the secret you fain
would impart? Have you a lover, some bold,
errant rover, Whose words of delight have
sunk deep in your heart? Tell me your secret, trust me
to keep it hid: None from my lips shall learn
aught that thou tell. What? You are smiling! Ah,
and your cheeks are red — No need to speak, for I know
the tale ivell.
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