In the January number Mr. Hard will discuss "The Women of
To-morrow" in "Civic Service."
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Vol. XXIII December 1910 No. 6
{pages 778-783 are NOT numbered in the printed copy!}
THE WATCHMAN
"And for fear of him the keepers did shake, and became as dead
men." Matthew xxviii. 4
BY L. M. MONTGOMERY
My Claudia, it is long since we have met,
So kissed, so held each other heart to heart!
I thought to greet thee as a conqueror comes,
Bearing the trophies of his prowess home.
But Jove hath willed it should be otherwise--
Jove, say I? Nay, some mightier, stranger god,
Who thus hath laid his heavy hand on me,
No victor, Claudia, but a broken man
Who seeks to hide his weakness in thy love.
How beautiful thou art! The years have brought
An added splendor to thy loveliness,
With passion of dark eye and lip rose-red,
Struggling between its dimple and its pride.
And yet there is somewhat that glooms between
Thy love and mine; come, girdle me about
With thy true arms, and pillow on thy breast
This aching and bewildered head of mine;
Here, where the fountain glitters in the sun
Among the saffron lilies I will tell--
If so that words will answer my desire--
The shameful fate that hath befallen me.
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