Midnight on the desert; being an excursion into autobiography during a winter in America 1935-1936.

For in the ancient days when savage foes Distressed the kingdom with their heathen craft, One mystic midnight came a messenger Of God to Titurel, and gave to him The Holy Grail, the vessel lustrous pure, Wherein the crimson wine blushed rosy-red At that Last Supper of the feast of love; Wherein the later wine of His own blood Was caught and cherished from the cruel Cross.

"Midnight" is a poem full of originality and vigor, with that suggestion of deepest meaning which is so much more effective than definite statement.

"The dear old soul speaks as if midnight was an unheard-of hour for Christians to be up.

The very spirit of Celtic poetry is seen in these lines from The Lake Isle of Innisfree: "And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.