New at IWP Books: Anne Goodwin Winslow, 1925, The Long Gallery.

O sweet slow tempo of those happier years
That left men leisure for so many things; —
Leisure for music and for madness too,
For “adorations and for fertile tears”!
Who listens now when comes the Fool who sings?
Who cries Olivia the whole night through,
Or makes a willow cabin at the gate
Of his desire and stands importunate
Till air and earth give heed?

We have no time for anything but speed,
And scarcely know what we pursue
Or whither tend,
Nor what far lovers’ meeting may await
The reckless journey’s end!