"the devil sit in filon's eyes
and laugh—laugh—some time he go awaylike
a man at a window, but he come again.
M'siu, he live there!"
From a Painting by E. Almond Withrow
THE
SPINNERS' BOOK OF
FICTION
BY
Gertrude Atherton, Mary Austin
Geraldine Bonner, Mary Halleck Foote
Eleanor Gates, James Hopper, Jack London
Bailey Millard, MiriamMichelson, W. C. Morrow
Frank Norris, Henry Milner Rideout
CharlesWarren Stoddard, Isobel Strong
Richard Walton Tully and
Herman Whitaker
With a dedicatory poem by
George Sterling
COLLECTED BY THE
BOOK COMMITTEE OF THE
SPINNERS' CLUB
Illustrated by
Lillie V. O'Ryan, Maynard Dixon
Albertine RandallWheelan, Merle Johnson
E. Almond Withrow and Gordon Ross
Initials anddecorations by
Spencer Wright
PAUL ELDER AND COMPANY
SAN FRANCISCO AND NEW YORK
Published in behalf
of The Spinners' Benefit Fund
Ina D. Coolbrith
First Beneficiary
———
Copyright, 1907
by Paul Elder and Company
TO INA D. COOLBRITH
The wind went by, and so I dreamed;
And in that dusk of sleep it seemed
A city by the sea was mine.
From seaward cliff or stable hill;
And light and music met to fill
The splendid courts of her desire—
And golden reeds whose mellow moan
Was like an ocean's undertone
Dying and lost on forest ways).
That rang or rippled in her halls,
Was one beyond her eastern walls,
By summer gardens girdled round.
The song it sang hath never word!
Sweeter it seemed than Love's, first-heard,
Or lutes in Aidenn murmuring low.
A sisterhood of faery bells,
It won reply from hidden dells,
Loyal to Echo for its sake....
How many dreamland seasons fled,
Nor what horizon of the dead
Gave back my dream's uncertain day.
I lay, and saw—for walls o'ergrown—
The city that was mine had known
Time's sure and ancient treachery.