Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE NET The strangers' children laugh along the street: They know not, or forget the sweeping of the Net Swift to ensnare such little careless feet. And we—we smile and watch them pass along, And those who walk beside, soft-smiling, cruel-eyed- We guard our own—not ours to right the wrong! We do not care—we shall not heed or mark, Till we shall hear one day, too late to strive or pray, Our daughters' voices crying from the dark! TERESINA'S FACE He saw it last of all before they herded in the steerage, Dusk against the sunset where he lingered by the hold— The tear-stained, dusk-rose face of her, the little Teresina, Sailing out to lands of gold. Ah, his days were long, long days, still toiling in the vineyard, Working for the gold to set him free to go to her, Where gay there glowed the flower-face of little Teresina, Where all joy and riches were. . . . Hard to find one rose-face where the dark rose-faces cluster, Where the outland laws are strange and outland voices hum— Only one lad's hoping, and the word of Teresina, Who would wait for him to come: God grant he may not find her, since he may not win her freedom, Nor yet be great enough to love in such marred, captive guise The patient, painted face of her, the little Teresina, With its cowed, all-knowing eyes! A CAFE SINGER She shaped her painted smile that night Before the painted trees, And postured in her drenching light, And shrilled her songs, to please The night-worn city faces With dull indecencies. And then . . . she nodded from her place Across the smoke-drugged air To some old man's attracted face, Half-drunken in his chair. . . . And sang him " Annie Laurie " As if green woods were there! That brave old song of moor-winds...