The University of California Chronicle is issued quarterly in January, April, July, and October by the University of California Press, Berkeley, California. The subscription price is $2.00 per year. The price of single copies is fifty cents. Foreign postage, twenty cents a year additional. The University of California Chronicle is also on sale at the Cambridge University Press, Fetter Lane, London, E. C. 4, England. Yearly subscription (post free), 12s net. Single copies, including postage, 3s net. Entered as second-class matter April 28, 1910, at the post office at Berkeley, California, under the Act of July 16, 1894. How can one know about these years? Will be more brimmed with vernal loveliness Yet this year blossoms more replete For, well I thought supreme delight My heritage was then. But O, this spring! OASIS The sun burns all the more with parching heat But none would sacrifice the shelter sweet Thus was it with the music that I heard, I was so glad of beauty though it stirred QUERY The more to guard my heart from harm I schooled me to forget That love between us wove a charm, Or that we ever met. Yet why among my garden's green, Nor asking any rights, Should creep that wild bloom never seen But on our trysting nights. VAGRANT All day long soft gliding hours pass, Golden golden hours pilfered until night. No mind that rancors with ambition's powers, HILL DAYS There's no staying inside, Children that toddle To old men with canes Some days are gloomy With all the paths still. Here on the hill! ACACIA RAPTURE It matters not how many years Each fresh time there appears Acacia with its wealth of golden filigree As to some deity. I fancy that the fervent earth It matters not how many years They make me mad and glad to tears, COQUETTE The mountain is coquetting, it is true, For at her base She wears a scarf of mist, And round her face A veil of amethyst Half hiding her and yet half showing through. I think she must be flirting with the sun To see the flush That radiates her cheek; The rosy blush That makes her seem so meek, I'm sure is but the ruse by which he's won. |