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Estlin Cummings and S. Foster Damon and J. R. Dos Passos and Robert Hillyer and R. S. Mitchell + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Eight Harvard Poets + +Author: E. Estlin Cummings + S. Foster Damon + J. R. Dos Passos + Robert Hillyer + R. S. Mitchell + +Release Date: June 24, 2011 [EBook #36508] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK EIGHT HARVARD POETS *** + + + + +Produced by Meredith Bach, David Garcia and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +book was produced from scanned images of public domain +material from the Google Print project.) + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div style="height: 6em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="pagei" name="pagei"></a>[i]</span></p> + +<h1> + EIGHT HARVARD POETS +</h1> + +<p class="center"> +<big><b> +E. ESTLIN CUMMINGS<br /> +S. FOSTER DAMON<br /> +J. R. DOS PASSOS<br /> +ROBERT HILLYER<br /> +R. S. MITCHELL<br /> +WILLIAM A. NORRIS<br /> +DUDLEY POORE<br /> +CUTHBERT WRIGHT +</b></big> +</p> + +<div style="height: 3em;"><br /><br /></div> + +<div class="figure"> +<a name="image-0001"><!--IMG--></a> +<img src="images/logo.png" width="50" height="50" +alt="(logo)" /> +</div> + +<div style="height: 3em;"><br /><br /></div> + +<p class="center" style="font-size: 90%; line-height: 1.5em;"> +NEW YORK<br /> +LAURENCE J. GOMME<br /> +1917 +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="pageii" name="pageii"></a>[ii]</span></p> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<p class="center"> +Copyright, 1917, by<br /> +LAURENCE J. GOMME +</p> + +<div style="height: 3em;"><br /><br /></div> + +<p class="center"><small> +VAIL-BALLOU COMPANY<br /> +BINGHAMTON AND NEW YORK +</small> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="pageiii" name="pageiii"></a>[iii]</span></p> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2 style="text-align: center;"> + CONTENTS +</h2> + +<table border="0" align="center" summary="Table of Contents"> + +<tr><td></td><td width="10%">PAGE</td></tr> + +<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="tocauth">E. ESTLIN CUMMINGS</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Thou in Whose Sword-Great Story Shine the Deeds</span></td><td align="right"> <a href="#page3">3</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">A Chorus Girl</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page4">4</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">This is the Garden</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page5">5</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">It May not Always be so</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page6">6</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Crepuscule</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page7">7</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Finis</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page8">8</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">The Lover Speaks</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page9">9</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Epitaph</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page10">10</a> </td></tr> + +<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="tocauth">S. FOSTER DAMON</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Incessu Patuit Deus</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page13">13</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">You Thought I had Forgotten</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page15">15</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Venice</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page16">16</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">The New Macaber</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page18">18</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">To War</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page20">20</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Calm Day, with Rollers</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page21">21</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Phonograph--Tango</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page22">22</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Decoration</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page24">24</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Threnody</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page25">25</a> </td></tr> + +<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="tocauth">J. R. DOS PASSOS</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> <span class="sc">The Bridge</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page29">29</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Salvation Army</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page30">30</a> </td></tr> + +<tr><td><span class="pagenum"><a id="pageiv" name="pageiv"></a>[iv]</span> + <span class="sc">Incarnation</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page32">32</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Memory</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page34">34</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Saturnalia</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page37">37</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> "<span class="sc">Whan that Aprille</span>" </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page39">39</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Night Piece</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page40">40</a> </td></tr> + +<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="tocauth">ROBERT HILLYER</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Four Sonnets from a Sonnet-Sequence</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page45">45</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">A Sea Gull</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page49">49</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Domesday</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page50">50</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">To a Passepied by Scarlatti</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page52">52</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Elegy for Antinous</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page53">53</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Song</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page54">54</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> "<span class="sc">My Peace I Leave with You</span>" </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page55">55</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">The Recompense</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page56">56</a> </td></tr> + +<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="tocauth">R. S. MITCHELL</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Poppy Song</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page59">59</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Love Dream</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page62">62</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">The Island of Death</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page64">64</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">From the Arabian Nights</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page66">66</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Threnody</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page68">68</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Helen</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page70">70</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Largo</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page72">72</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Lazarus</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page73">73</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">A Crucifix</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page74">74</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Neith</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page75">75</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">A Farewell</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page77">77</a> </td></tr> + +<tr><td colspan="2"> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="pagev" name="pagev"></a>[v]</span> + <span class="tocauth">WILLIAM A. NORRIS</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Of Too Much Song</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page81">81</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Wherever My Dreams Go</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page82">82</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Out of the Littleness</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page83">83</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Nahant</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page84">84</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Qui Sub Luna Errant</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page85">85</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Across the Taut Strings</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page86">86</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Escape</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page87">87</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">On a Street Corner</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page88">88</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Sea-burial</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page89">89</a> </td></tr> + +<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="tocauth">DUDLEY POORE</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> <span class="sc">A Renaissance Picture</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page93">93</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">The Philosopher's Garden</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page95">95</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">The Tree of Stars</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page96">96</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">After Rain</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page97">97</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Cor Cordium</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page99">99</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">The Withered Leaf, the Faded Flower be Mine</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page105">105</a> </td></tr> + +<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="tocauth">CUTHBERT WRIGHT</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> <span class="sc">The End of It</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page109">109</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">The New Platonist</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page110">110</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">The Room Over the River</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page112">112</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">The Fiddler</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page114">114</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Falstaff's Page</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page116">116</a> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">A Dull Sunday</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#page117">117</a> </td></tr> +</table> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="pagevi" name="pagevi"></a>[vi]</span></p> + +<div style="height: 3em;"><br /><br /></div> +<p><!--[Blank Page]--><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page1" name="page1"></a>[1]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0002" id="h2H_4_0002"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + E. ESTLIN CUMMINGS +</h2> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page2" name="page2"></a>[2]</span></p> + +<div style="height: 3em;"><br /><br /></div> +<p><!--[Blank Page]--><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page3" name="page3"></a>[3]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0003" id="h2H_4_0003"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2 class="untitled"> + [THOU IN WHOSE SWORD-GREAT STORY SHINE THE DEEDS] +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Thou in whose sword-great story shine the deeds</p> +<p class="i2"> Of history her heroes, sounds the tread</p> +<p class="i2"> Of those vast armies of the marching dead,</p> +<p class="i2"> With standards and the neighing of great steeds</p> +<p class="i2"> Moving to war across the smiling meads;</p> +<p class="i2"> Thou by whose page we break the precious bread</p> +<p class="i2"> Of dear communion with the past, and wed</p> +<p class="i2"> To valor, battle with heroic breeds;</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Thou, Froissart, for that thou didst love the pen</p> +<p class="i2"> While others wrote in steel, accept all praise</p> +<p class="i2"> Of after ages, and of hungering days</p> +<p class="i2"> For whom the old glories move, the old trumpets cry;</p> +<p class="i2"> Who gav'st as one of those immortal men</p> +<p class="i2"> His life that his fair city might not die.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page4" name="page4"></a>[4]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0004" id="h2H_4_0004"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + A CHORUS GIRL +</h2> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> When thou hast taken thy last applause, and when</p> +<p class="i2"> The final curtain strikes the world away,</p> +<p class="i2"> Leaving to shadowy silence and dismay</p> +<p class="i2"> That stage which shall not know thy smile again,</p> +<p class="i2"> Lingering a little while I see thee then</p> +<p class="i2"> Ponder the tinsel part they let thee play;</p> +<p class="i2"> I see the red mouth tarnished, the face grey,</p> +<p class="i2"> And smileless silent eyes of Magdalen.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> The lights have laughed their last; without, the street</p> +<p class="i2"> Darkling, awaiteth her whose feet have trod</p> +<p class="i2"> The silly souls of men to golden dust.</p> +<p class="i2"> She pauses, on the lintel of defeat,</p> +<p class="i2"> Her heart breaks in a smile—and she is Lust ...</p> +<p class="i2"> Mine also, little painted poem of God.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page5" name="page5"></a>[5]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> This is the garden: colors come and go,</p> +<p class="i2"> Frail azures fluttering from night's outer wing,</p> +<p class="i2"> Strong silent greens serenely lingering,</p> +<p class="i2"> Absolute lights like baths of golden snow.</p> +<p class="i2"> This is the garden: pursed lips do blow</p> +<p class="i2"> Upon cool flutes within wide glooms, and sing,</p> +<p class="i2"> Of harps celestial to the quivering string,</p> +<p class="i2"> Invisible faces hauntingly and slow.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> This is the garden. Time shall surely reap,</p> +<p class="i2"> And on Death's blade lie many a flower curled,</p> +<p class="i2"> In other lands where other songs be sung;</p> +<p class="i2"> Yet stand They here enraptured, as among</p> +<p class="i2"> The slow deep trees perpetual of sleep</p> +<p class="i2"> Some silver-fingered fountain steals the world.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page6" name="page6"></a>[6]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> It may not always be so; and I say</p> +<p class="i2"> That if your lips, which I have loved, should touch</p> +<p class="i2"> Another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch</p> +<p class="i2"> His heart, as mine in time not far away;</p> +<p class="i2"> If on another's face your sweet hair lay</p> +<p class="i2"> In such a silence as I know, or such</p> +<p class="i2"> Great writhing words as, uttering overmuch,</p> +<p class="i2"> Stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> If this should be, I say if this should be—</p> +<p class="i2"> You of my heart, send me a little word;</p> +<p class="i2"> That I may go unto him, and take his hands,</p> +<p class="i2"> Saying, Accept all happiness from me.</p> +<p class="i2"> Then shall I turn my face, and hear one bird</p> +<p class="i2"> Sing terribly afar in the lost lands.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page7" name="page7"></a>[7]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0005" id="h2H_4_0005"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + CREPUSCULE +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> I will wade out</p> +<p class="i18"> till my thighs are steeped in burn-</p> +<p class="i2"> ing flowers</p> +<p class="i2"> I will take the sun in my mouth</p> +<p class="i2"> and leap into the ripe air</p> +<p class="i30"> Alive</p> +<p class="i36"> with closed eyes</p> +<p class="i2"> to dash against darkness</p> +<p class="i28"> in the sleeping curves of my</p> +<p class="i2"> body</p> +<p class="i2"> Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery</p> +<p class="i2"> with chasteness of sea-girls</p> +<p class="i30"> Will I complete the mystery</p> +<p class="i2"> of my flesh</p> +<p class="i2"> I will rise</p> +<p class="i14"> After a thousand years</p> +<p class="i2"> lipping</p> +<p class="i2"> flowers</p> +<p class="i10"> And set my teeth in the silver of the moon</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page8" name="page8"></a>[8]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0006" id="h2H_4_0006"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + FINIS +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Over silent waters</p> +<p class="i22"> day descending</p> +<p class="i36"> night ascending</p> +<p class="i2"> floods the gentle glory of the sunset</p> +<p class="i2"> In a golden greeting</p> +<p class="i26"> splendidly to westward</p> +<p class="i2"> as pale twilight</p> +<p class="i20"> trem-</p> +<p class="i26"> bles</p> +<p class="i30"> into</p> +<p class="i36"> Darkness</p> +<p class="i2"> comes the last light's gracious exhortation</p> +<p class="i40"> Lifting up to peace</p> +<p class="i2"> so when life shall falter</p> +<p class="i30"> standing on the shores of the</p> +<p class="i2"> eternal</p> +<p class="i2"> god</p> +<p class="i8"> May I behold my sunset</p> +<p class="i2"> Flooding</p> +<p class="i10"> over silent waters</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page9" name="page9"></a>[9]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0007" id="h2H_4_0007"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + THE LOVER SPEAKS +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Your little voice</p> +<p class="i20"> Over the wires came leaping</p> +<p class="i2"> and I felt suddenly</p> +<p class="i2"> dizzy</p> +<p class="i10"> With the jostling and shouting of merry flowers</p> +<p class="i2"> wee skipping high-heeled flames</p> +<p class="i2"> courtesied before my eyes</p> +<p class="i28"> or twinkling over to my side</p> +<p class="i2"> Looked up</p> +<p class="i2"> with impertinently exquisite faces</p> +<p class="i2"> floating hands were laid upon me</p> +<p class="i2"> I was whirled and tossed into delicious dancing</p> +<p class="i2"> up</p> +<p class="i2"> Up</p> +<p class="i2"> with the pale important</p> +<p class="i26"> stars and the Humorous</p> +<p class="i48"> moon</p> +<p class="i2"> dear girl</p> +<p class="i2"> How I was crazy how I cried when I heard</p> +<p class="i44"> over time</p> +<p class="i2"> and tide and death</p> +<p class="i2"> leaping</p> +<p class="i2"> Sweetly</p> +<p class="i6"> your voice</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page10" name="page10"></a>[10]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0008" id="h2H_4_0008"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + EPITAPH +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Tumbling-hair</p> +<p class="i14"> picker of buttercups</p> +<p class="i36"> violets</p> +<p class="i2"> dandelions</p> +<p class="i2"> And the big bullying daisies</p> +<p class="i30"> through the field wonderful</p> +<p class="i2"> with eyes a little sorry</p> +<p class="i2"> Another comes</p> +<p class="i14"> also picking flowers</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page11" name="page11"></a>[11]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0009" id="h2H_4_0009"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + S. FOSTER DAMON +</h2> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page12" name="page12"></a>[12]</span></p> + +<div style="height: 3em;"><br /><br /></div> +<p><!--[Blank Page]--><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page13" name="page13"></a>[13]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0010" id="h2H_4_0010"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + INCESSU PATUIT DEUS +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> The little clattering stones along the street</p> +<p class="i2"> Dance with each other round my swimming feet;</p> +<p class="i2"> The street itself, as in some crazy dream,</p> +<p class="i2"> Streaks past, a half-perceived material stream.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Brighter than early dawn's most brilliant dye</p> +<p class="i2"> Are blown clear bands of color through the sky,</p> +<p class="i2"> That swirl and sweep and meet, to break and foam</p> +<p class="i2"> Like rainbow veils upon a bubble's dome.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Yours are the songs that burst about my ears,</p> +<p class="i2"> Or blow away as many-colored spheres.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> You are the star that made the skies all bright,</p> +<p class="i2"> Yet tore itself away in flaming flight;</p> +<p class="i2"> You are the tree that suddenly awoke;</p> +<p class="i2"> You are the rose that came to life and spoke....</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Guided by you, how we might stroll towards death,</p> +<p class="i2"> Our only music one another's breath,</p> +<p class="i2"> Through gardens intimate with hollyhocks,</p> +<p class="i2"> Where silent poppies burn between the rocks,</p> +<p class="i2"> By pools where birches bend to confidants</p> +<p class="i2"> Above green waters scummed with lily-plants.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page14" name="page14"></a>[14]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> There we might wander, you and I alone,</p> +<p class="i2"> Through gardens filled with marble seats moss-grown,</p> +<p class="i2"> And fountains—water-threads that winds disperse—</p> +<p class="i2"> While in the spray the birds sit and converse.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> And when the fireflies mix their circling glow</p> +<p class="i2"> Through the dark plants, then gently might I know</p> +<p class="i2"> Your lips, light as the wings of the dragon-flies....</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> —Merely dreams, fluttering in my eyes....</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page15" name="page15"></a>[15]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0010a" id="h2H_4_0010a"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2 class="untitled"> +[YOU THOUGHT I HAD FORGOTTEN] +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> You thought I had forgotten. Well, I had!</p> +<p class="i2"> (Although I never guessed I could forget</p> +<p class="i2"> Those few great moments when we both went mad.)</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> The other day at someone's tea we met,</p> +<p class="i2"> Smiling gayly, bowed, and went our several ways,</p> +<p class="i2"> Complacent with successful coldness.—Yet</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Suddenly I was back in the old days</p> +<p class="i2"> Before you felt we ought to drift apart.</p> +<p class="i2"> It was some trick—the way your eyebrows raise,</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Your hands—some vivid trifle. With a start</p> +<p class="i2"> Then I remembered how I lived alone,</p> +<p class="i2"> Writing bad poems and eating out my heart</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> All for your beauty.—How the time has flown!</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page16" name="page16"></a>[16]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0011" id="h2H_4_0011"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + VENICE +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> In a sunset glowing of crimson and gold,</p> +<p class="i2"> She lies, the glory of the world,</p> +<p class="i2"> A beached king's galley, whose sails are furled,</p> +<p class="i2"> Who is hung with tapestries rich and old.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Beautiful as a woman is she,</p> +<p class="i2"> A woman whose autumn of life is here,</p> +<p class="i2"> Proud and calm at the end of the year</p> +<p class="i2"> With the grace that now is majesty.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> The sleeping waters bathe her sides,</p> +<p class="i2"> The warm, blue streams of the Adrian Sea;</p> +<p class="i2"> She dreams and drowses languorously,</p> +<p class="i2"> Swayed in the swaying of the tides.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> She is a goddess left for us,</p> +<p class="i2"> Veiled with the softening veils of time;</p> +<p class="i2"> Her blue-veined breasts are now sublime,</p> +<p class="i2"> Her moulded torso glorious.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> The pity that we must come and go—!</p> +<p class="i2"> While the old gold and the marble stays,</p> +<p class="i2"> Forever gleaming its soft strong blaze,</p> +<p class="i2"> Calm in the early evening glow.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page17" name="page17"></a>[17]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> And still the sensitive silhouettes</p> +<p class="i2"> Of the gondolas pass and leave no track,</p> +<p class="i2"> Light on the tides as lilies, and black</p> +<p class="i2"> In the rippling waters of long sunsets.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page18" name="page18"></a>[18]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0012" id="h2H_4_0012"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + THE NEW MACABER +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> The pleasant graveyard of my soul</p> +<p class="i2"> With sentimental cypress trees</p> +<p class="i2"> And flowers is filled, that I may stroll</p> +<p class="i2"> In meditation, at my ease.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> The little marble stones are lost</p> +<p class="i2"> In flowers surging from the dead;</p> +<p class="i2"> Nor is there any mournful ghost</p> +<p class="i2"> To wail until the night is sped.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> And while night rustles through the trees,</p> +<p class="i2"> Dragging the stars along, I know</p> +<p class="i2"> The moon is rising on the breeze,</p> +<p class="i2"> Quivering as in a river's flow.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> And ah! that moon of silver sheen!</p> +<p class="i2"> It is my heart hung in the sky;</p> +<p class="i2"> And no clouds ever float between</p> +<p class="i2"> The grave-flowers and my heart on high.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> I do not read upon each stone</p> +<p class="i2"> The name that once was carven there;</p> +<p class="i2"> I merely note new blossoms blown</p> +<p class="i2"> And breathe the perfume of the air.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page19" name="page19"></a>[19]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> Thus walk I through my wonderland</p> +<p class="i2"> While all the evening is atune,</p> +<p class="i2"> Beneath the cypress trees that stand</p> +<p class="i2"> Like candles to the barren moon.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page20" name="page20"></a>[20]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0013" id="h2H_4_0013"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + TO WAR +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> The music beats, up the chasmed street,</p> +<p class="i2"> Then flares from around the curve;</p> +<p class="i2"> The cheers break out from the waving crowd:</p> +<p class="i2"> —Our soldiers march, superb!</p> +<p class="i8"> Over the track-lined city street</p> +<p class="i6"> The young men, the grinning men, pass.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Last night they danced to that very tune;</p> +<p class="i2"> Today they march away;</p> +<p class="i2"> Tomorrow, perhaps no band at all,</p> +<p class="i2"> Or the band beside the grave.</p> +<p class="i8"> Above, in the long blue strip of sky,</p> +<p class="i6"> The whirling pigeons, the thoughtless pigeons, pass.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Another band beats down the street;</p> +<p class="i2"> Contending rhythms clash;</p> +<p class="i2"> New melodies win place, then fade,</p> +<p class="i2"> And the flashing legs move past.</p> +<p class="i8"> Down the cheering, grey-paved street</p> +<p class="i6"> The fringed flags, the erect flags, pass.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page21" name="page21"></a>[21]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0014" id="h2H_4_0014"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + CALM DAY, WITH ROLLERS +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Always the ships that move in mystery, on the dim horizon,</p> +<p class="i2"> Shadow-filled sails of dreams, sliding over the blue-grey ocean,</p> +<p class="i2"> Far from the rock-edged shore where willow-green waves are rushing,</p> +<p class="i2"> And white foam-people leap, to stand erect for the moment.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Ho! ye sails that seem to wander in dream-filled meadows,</p> +<p class="i2"> Say, is the shore where I stand the only field of struggle,</p> +<p class="i2"> Or are ye hit and battered out there by waves and wind-gusts</p> +<p class="i2"> As ye tack over a clashing sea of watery echoes?</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page22" name="page22"></a>[22]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0015" id="h2H_4_0015"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + PHONOGRAPH—TANGO +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Old dances are simplified of their yearning, bleached by Time.</p> +<p class="i14"> Yet from one black disc</p> +<p class="i2"> we tasted again the bite of crude Spanish passion.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> ... He had got into her courtyard.</p> +<p class="i2"> She was alone that night.</p> +<p class="i2"> Through the black night-rain, he sang to her window bars:</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i10"> <i>Love me, love—ah, love me!</i></p> +<p class="i10"> <i>If you will not, I can follow</i></p> +<p class="i10"> <i>Into the highest of mountains;</i></p> +<p class="i10"> <i>And there, in the wooden cabin,</i></p> +<p class="i10"> <i>I will strangle you for your lover.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> —That was but rustling of dripping plants in the dark.</p> +<p class="i2"> More tightly under his cloak, he clasped his guitar.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i10"> <i>Love, ah-h! love me, love me!</i></p> +<p class="i10"> <i>If you will do this, I can buy</i></p> +<p class="i10"> <i>A fringed silk scarf of yellow,</i></p> +<p class="i10"> <i>A high comb carved of tortoise;</i></p> +<p class="i10"> <i>Then we will dance in the Plaza.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page23" name="page23"></a>[23]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> She was alone that night.</p> +<p class="i2"> He had broken into her courtyard.</p> +<p class="i2"> Above the gurgling gutters</p> +<p class="i2"> he heard—</p> +<p class="i2"> surely—</p> +<p class="i2"> a door unchained?</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> The passage was black; but he risked it—</p> +<p class="i2"> death in the darkness—</p> +<p class="i2"> or her hot arms—(<i>love—love me ah-h-h!</i>)</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> "A good old tune," she murmured</p> +<p class="i2"> —and I found we were dancing.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page24" name="page24"></a>[24]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0016" id="h2H_4_0016"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + DECORATION +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> A little pagan child-god plays</p> +<p class="i2"> Beyond the far horizon haze,</p> +<p class="i2"> And underneath the twilight trees</p> +<p class="i2"> He blows a bubble to the breeze,</p> +<p class="i2"> Which is borne upward in the night</p> +<p class="i2"> And makes the heavens shine with light.</p> +<p class="i2"> But soon it sinks to earth again,</p> +<p class="i2"> And, hitting hills, it bursts! And then</p> +<p class="i2"> With foam the skies are splashed and sprayed;</p> +<p class="i2"> And that's how all the stars are made.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page25" name="page25"></a>[25]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0017" id="h2H_4_0017"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + THRENODY +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> She is lain with high things and with low.</p> +<p class="i6"> She lies</p> +<p class="i6"> With shut eyes,</p> +<p class="i2"> Rocked in the eternal flow</p> +<p class="i4"> Of silence evermore.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Desperately immortal, she;</p> +<p class="i6"> She stands</p> +<p class="i6"> With wide hands</p> +<p class="i2"> Dim through the veil of eternity,</p> +<p class="i4"> Behind the supreme door.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page26" name="page26"></a>[26]</span></p> + +<div style="height: 3em;"><br /><br /></div> +<p><!--[Blank Page]--><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page27" name="page27"></a>[27]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0018" id="h2H_4_0018"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + J. R. DOS PASSOS +</h2> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page28" name="page28"></a>[28]</span></p> + +<div style="height: 3em;"><br /><br /></div> +<p><!--[Blank Page]--><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page29" name="page29"></a>[29]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0019" id="h2H_4_0019"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + THE BRIDGE +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> The lonely bridge cuts dark across the marsh</p> +<p class="i2"> Whose long pools glow with the light</p> +<p class="i2"> Of a flaring summer sunset.</p> +<p class="i2"> At this end limp bushes overhang,</p> +<p class="i2"> Palely reflected in the amber-colored water;</p> +<p class="i2"> Among them a constant banjo-twanging of frogs,</p> +<p class="i2"> And shrilling of toads and of insects</p> +<p class="i2"> Rises and falls in chorus rhythmic and stirring.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Dark, with crumbling railing and planks,</p> +<p class="i2"> The bridge leads into the sunset.</p> +<p class="i2"> Across it many lonely figures,</p> +<p class="i2"> Their eyes a-flare with the sunset,</p> +<p class="i2"> Their faces glowing with its colors,</p> +<p class="i2"> Tramp past me through the evening.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> I am tired of sitting quiet</p> +<p class="i2"> Among the bushes of the shore,</p> +<p class="i2"> While the dark bridge stretches onward,</p> +<p class="i2"> And the long pools gleam with light;</p> +<p class="i2"> I am tired of the shrilling of insects</p> +<p class="i2"> And the croaking of frogs in the rushes,</p> +<p class="i2"> For the wild rice in the marsh-pools</p> +<p class="i2"> Waves its beckoning streamers in the wind,</p> +<p class="i2"> And the red sky-glory fades.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page30" name="page30"></a>[30]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0020" id="h2H_4_0020"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + SALVATION ARMY +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> A drum pounds out the hymn,</p> +<p class="i2"> Loud with gaudy angels, tinsel cherubim,</p> +<p class="i2"> To drown the fanfare of the street,</p> +<p class="i2"> And with exultant lilting beat,</p> +<p class="i2"> To mingle the endless rumble of carts,</p> +<p class="i2"> The scrape of feet, the noise of marts</p> +<p class="i2"> And dinning market stalls, where women shout</p> +<p class="i2"> Their wares, and meat hangs out—</p> +<p class="i2"> Grotesque, distorted by the gas flare's light—</p> +<p class="i2"> Into one sacred rhythm for the Devil's spite.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> A woman's thin, raucous voice</p> +<p class="i2"> Carries the tune, bids men rejoice,</p> +<p class="i2"> Bathe in God's mercy,</p> +<p class="i2"> Draw near and learn salvation, see</p> +<p class="i2"> With their own eyes the mystery.</p> +<p class="i2"> Cymbals, at the hands of a tired girl,</p> +<p class="i2"> Slim wisp amid the swirl</p> +<p class="i2"> Of crowded streets, take up the tune,</p> +<p class="i2"> Monotonously importune.</p> +<p class="i2"> Faces are wan in the arc-light's livid glare;</p> +<p class="i2"> A wind gust carries the band's flare</p> +<p class="i2"> Of song, in noisy eddies echoing,</p> +<p class="i2"> Round lonely black street-corners,</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page31" name="page31"></a>[31]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> Till, with distance dimming,</p> +<p class="i2"> It fades away,</p> +<p class="i2"> Among the silent, dark array</p> +<p class="i2"> Of city houses where no soul stirs.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> The crowd thins, the players are alone;</p> +<p class="i2"> In their faith's raucous monotone,</p> +<p class="i2"> Loud with gaudy angels, tinsel cherubim,</p> +<p class="i2"> A drum pounds out the hymn.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page32" name="page32"></a>[32]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0021" id="h2H_4_0021"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + INCARNATION +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Incessantly the long rain falls,</p> +<p class="i2"> Slanting on black walls,</p> +<p class="i2"> Which glisten gold where a street lamp shines.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> In a shop-window, spangled in long lines,</p> +<p class="i2"> By rain-drops all a-glow,</p> +<p class="i2"> An Italian woman's face</p> +<p class="i2"> Flames into my soul as I go</p> +<p class="i2"> Hastily by in the turbulent darkness;—</p> +<p class="i2"> An oval olive face,</p> +<p class="i2"> With the sweetly sullen grace</p> +<p class="i2"> Of the Virgin when first she sees,</p> +<p class="i2"> Amid her garden's silver lilies,</p> +<p class="i2"> The white-robed angel gleam,</p> +<p class="i2"> And softly, as by a sultry dream,</p> +<p class="i2"> Feels all her soul subdued unto the fire</p> +<p class="i2"> And radiance of her ecstasy.</p> +<p class="i2"> So in some picture, on which as on a lyre,</p> +<p class="i2"> An old Italian painter laboriously has played</p> +<p class="i2"> His soul away, his love, all his desire</p> +<p class="i2"> For fragrant things afar from earth,</p> +<p class="i2"> Shines the Madonna, as with a veil overlaid</p> +<p class="i2"> By incense-smoke and dust age-old,</p> +<p class="i2"> At whose feet, in time of dearth</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page33" name="page33"></a>[33]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> Or need, a myriad men have laid</p> +<p class="i2"> Their sorrows and arisen bold.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Incessantly the long rain falls,</p> +<p class="i2"> Slanting on black walls.</p> +<p class="i2"> But through the dark interminable streets,</p> +<p class="i2"> Along pavements where rain beats</p> +<p class="i2"> Its sharp tattoo, and gas-lamps shine,</p> +<p class="i2"> Greenish gold in the solitude,</p> +<p class="i2"> The vision flames through my mood</p> +<p class="i2"> Of that Italian woman's face,</p> +<p class="i2"> Through the dripping window-pane.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page34" name="page34"></a>[34]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0022" id="h2H_4_0022"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + MEMORY +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Between rounded hills,</p> +<p class="i2"> White with patches of buckwheat, whose fragrance fills</p> +<p class="i2"> The little breeze that makes the birch-leaves quiver,</p> +<p class="i2"> Beside a rollicking swift river,</p> +<p class="i2"> Light green in the deeps,—</p> +<p class="i2"> Like your eyes in sunshine,—</p> +<p class="i2"> Winds the canal,</p> +<p class="i2"> Lazy and brown as a water-snake,</p> +<p class="i2"> Full of dazzle and sheen where the breeze sweeps</p> +<p class="i2"> The water with gossamer garments, that shake</p> +<p class="i2"> The reeds standing sentinel,</p> +<p class="i2"> And the marginal line</p> +<p class="i2"> Of birches and willows.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Our little steamer pulls its way</p> +<p class="i2"> With jingle of bells and panting throb</p> +<p class="i2"> Of old engines.</p> +<p class="i2"> In stiff array</p> +<p class="i2"> The water-reeds wave,</p> +<p class="i2"> And solemnly sway</p> +<p class="i2"> To the wash and swell of our passing.</p> +<p class="i2"> Among the reeds the ripples sob,</p> +<p class="i2"> And die away,</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page35" name="page35"></a>[35]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> 'Till the canal is still again, save</p> +<p class="i2"> For a kingfisher's flashing</p> +<p class="i2"> Across the noon shimmer.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> I stood beside you in the bow,</p> +<p class="i2"> Watched the sunlight lose itself among your hair,</p> +<p class="i2"> That the breeze tugged at.</p> +<p class="i2"> Bright as the shattered sun-rays, where the prow</p> +<p class="i2"> Cut the still water,</p> +<p class="i2"> The warm light caught and tangled there,</p> +<p class="i2"> Red gold amid your hair.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> You were very slim in your blue serge dress....</p> +<p class="i2"> We talked of meaningless things, education,</p> +<p class="i2"> Agreed that unless,</p> +<p class="i2"> Something were changed disaster would come to the nation.</p> +<p class="i2"> You smiled when I pointed where</p> +<p class="i2"> A group of birches shivered in the green wood-shadow,</p> +<p class="i2"> Up to their knees in water, white and fair</p> +<p class="i2"> As dryads bathing.</p> +<p class="i2"> A row</p> +<p class="i2"> Of flat white houses and a wharf</p> +<p class="i2"> Glided in sight.</p> +<p class="i2"> The hoarse whistle shrieked for a landing;</p> +<p class="i2"> Bells jangled.... You were standing</p> +<p class="i2"> A slim blue figure amid the wharf's crowd;</p> +<p class="i2"> The little steamer creaked against the side, loud</p> +<p class="i2"> Screamed the whistle again....</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page36" name="page36"></a>[36]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> Monotonously the solemn reeds</p> +<p class="i2"> Waved to our passing;</p> +<p class="i2"> Ahead the canal shimmered, blotched green by the water-weeds.</p> +<p class="i2"> With a grinding swing</p> +<p class="i2"> And see-saw of sound,</p> +<p class="i2"> The steamer slunk down the canal.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> I never even knew your name....</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> That night from a dingy hotel room,</p> +<p class="i2"> I saw the moon, like a golden gong,</p> +<p class="i2"> Redly loom</p> +<p class="i2"> Across the lake; like a golden gong</p> +<p class="i2"> In a temple, which a priest ere long</p> +<p class="i2"> Will strike into throbbing song,</p> +<p class="i2"> To wake some silent twinkling city to prayer.</p> +<p class="i2"> The lake waves were flakes of red gold,</p> +<p class="i2"> Burnished to copper,</p> +<p class="i2"> Gold, red as the tangled gleam</p> +<p class="i2"> Of sunlight in your hair.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page37" name="page37"></a>[37]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0023" id="h2H_4_0023"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + SATURNALIA +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i10"> In earth's womb the old gods stir,</p> +<p class="i10"> Fierce chthonian dieties of old time.</p> +<p class="i10"> With cymbals and rattle of castanets,</p> +<p class="i10"> And shriek of slug-horns, the North Wind</p> +<p class="i10"> Bows the oak and the moaning fir,</p> +<p class="i2"> On russet hills and by roadsides stiff with rime.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i10"> In nature, dead, the life gods stir,</p> +<p class="i10"> From Rhadamanthus and the Isles,</p> +<p class="i10"> Where Saturn rules the Age of Gold,</p> +<p class="i10"> Come old, old ghosts of bygone gods;</p> +<p class="i10"> While dim mists earth's outlines blur,</p> +<p class="i2"> And drip all night from lichen-greened roof-tiles.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i10"> In men's hearts the mad gods rise</p> +<p class="i10"> And fill the streets with revelling,</p> +<p class="i10"> With torchlight that glances on frozen pools,</p> +<p class="i10"> With tapers starring the thick-fogged night,</p> +<p class="i10"> A-dance, like strayed fireflies,</p> +<p class="i2"> 'Mid dim mad throngs who Saturn's orisons sing.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i10"> In driven clouds the old gods come,</p> +<p class="i10"> When fogs the face of Apollo have veiled;</p> +<p class="i10"> A fear of things, unhallowed, strange,</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page38" name="page38"></a>[38]</span></p> + +<p class="i10"> And a fierce free joy flares in the land.</p> +<p class="i10"> Men mutter runes in language dead,</p> +<p class="i10"> By night, with rumbling drum,</p> +<p class="i2"> In quaking groves where the woodland spirits are hailed.</p> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i10"> To earth's brood of souls of old,</p> +<p class="i10"> With covered heads and aspen wands,</p> +<p class="i10"> Mist-shrouded priests do ancient rites;</p> +<p class="i10"> The black ram's fleece is stained with blood,</p> +<p class="i10"> That steams, dull red on the frozen ground;</p> +<p class="i10"> And pale votaries shiver with the cold,</p> +<p class="i2"> That numbs the earth, and etches patterned mirrors on the ponds.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page39" name="page39"></a>[39]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0024" id="h2H_4_0024"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + "WHAN THAT APRILLE ..." +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Is it the song of a meadow lark</p> +<p class="i2"> Off the brown, sere salt marshes,</p> +<p class="i2"> Or the eager patches in dooryards</p> +<p class="i2"> Of yellow and pale lilac crocuses;</p> +<p class="i2"> Or else the suburban street golden with sunlight,</p> +<p class="i2"> And the bare branches of elm trees</p> +<p class="i2"> Twined in the delicate sky?</p> +<p class="i2"> Or is it the merry piping</p> +<p class="i2"> Of a distant hurdy-gurdy?—</p> +<p class="i2"> That makes me so weary and faint with desire</p> +<p class="i2"> For strange lands and new scents;</p> +<p class="i2"> For the rough-rhythmed clank</p> +<p class="i2"> Of train couplings at night,</p> +<p class="i2"> And the stormy, gay-tinted sunrises</p> +<p class="i2"> That shade with purple the contours</p> +<p class="i2"> Of far-off, unfamiliar hills.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page40" name="page40"></a>[40]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0025" id="h2H_4_0025"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + NIGHT PIECE +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> A silver web has the moon spun,</p> +<p class="i2"> A silver web upon all the sky,</p> +<p class="i2"> Where the frail stars quiver, every one</p> +<p class="i2"> Like tangled gnats that hum and die.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> The moon has tangled the dull night</p> +<p class="i2"> In her silver skein and set alight</p> +<p class="i2"> Each dew-damp branch with milky flame.</p> +<p class="i2"> And huge the moon broods on the night.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> My soul is caught in the web of the moon,</p> +<p class="i2"> Like a shrilling gnat in a spider's web.</p> +<p class="i2"> Importunate memories shrill in my ears</p> +<p class="i2"> Like the gnats that die in the spider web.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Lovely as death, in the moon's shroud,</p> +<p class="i2"> Were town streets, grey houses, dim,</p> +<p class="i2"> Full of strange peace in the silent night.</p> +<p class="i2"> As we walked our footsteps clattered loud.</p> +<p class="i2"> We felt the night as a troubled song ...</p> +<p class="i2"> Oh, the triumphing sense of life a-throb.</p> +<p class="i2"> Behind those walls, in those dark streets,</p> +<p class="i2"> Like the sound of a river, swift, unseen,</p> +<p class="i2"> Flowing in darkness. Oh, the hoarse</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page41" name="page41"></a>[41]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> Half-heard murmur swirling beneath</p> +<p class="i2"> The snowy beauty of moonlight....</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> And that other night,</p> +<p class="i2"> When the river rippled with faint spears</p> +<p class="i2"> Of street lights vaguely reflected. Grey</p> +<p class="i2"> The evening, like an opal; low,</p> +<p class="i2"> A grey moon shrouded in sea fog:</p> +<p class="i2"> Air pregnant with spring; rasp of my steps</p> +<p class="i2"> Beside the lapping water; within</p> +<p class="i2"> The dark. Down the worn out years a sob</p> +<p class="i2"> Of broken loves; old pain</p> +<p class="i2"> Of dead farewells; and one face</p> +<p class="i2"> Fading into grey....</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> A silver web has the moon spun,</p> +<p class="i2"> A silver web over all the sky.</p> +<p class="i2"> In her flooding glory, one by one,</p> +<p class="i2"> Like gnats in a web the stars die.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page42" name="page42"></a>[42]</span></p> + +<div style="height: 3em;"><br /><br /></div> +<p><!--[Blank Page]--><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page43" name="page43"></a>[43]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0026" id="h2H_4_0026"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + ROBERT HILLYER +</h2> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page44" name="page44"></a>[44]</span></p> + +<div style="height: 3em;"><br /><br /></div> +<p><!--[Blank Page]--><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page45" name="page45"></a>[45]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0027" id="h2H_4_0027"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + FOUR SONNETS FROM A SONNET-SEQUENCE +</h2> + +<h3> +I +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Quickly and pleasantly the seasons blow</p> +<p class="i2"> Over the meadows of eternity,</p> +<p class="i2"> As wave on wave the pulsings of the sea</p> +<p class="i2"> Merge and are lost, each in the other's flow.</p> +<p class="i2"> Time is no lover; it is only he</p> +<p class="i2"> That is the one unconquerable foe,</p> +<p class="i2"> He is the sudden tempest none can know,</p> +<p class="i2"> Winged with swift winds the none may hope to flee.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Fair child of loveliness, these endless fears</p> +<p class="i2"> Are nought to us; let us be gods of stone,</p> +<p class="i2"> And set our images beyond the years</p> +<p class="i2"> On some high mount where we can be alone.</p> +<p class="i2"> And thou shalt ever be as now thou art,</p> +<p class="i2"> And I shall watch thee with untroubled heart.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page46" name="page46"></a>[46]</span></p> + +<h3> +II +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Then judge me as thou wilt, I cannot flee,</p> +<p class="i2"> I cannot turn away from thee forever,</p> +<p class="i2"> For there are bonds that wisdom cannot sever</p> +<p class="i2"> And slaves with souls far freer than the free.</p> +<p class="i2"> Such strong desires the universal Giver</p> +<p class="i2"> With unknown plan has buried deep in me</p> +<p class="i2"> That the exquisite joy of watching thee</p> +<p class="i2"> Has dominated all my life's endeavor.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Thou weariest of having me so near,</p> +<p class="i2"> I feel the scorn thou hast within thy heart,</p> +<p class="i2"> And yet thy face has never seemed so dear</p> +<p class="i2"> As now, when I am minded to depart.</p> +<p class="i2"> Though thou shouldst drive me hence, I love thee so</p> +<p class="i2"> That I would watch thee when thou dost not know.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page47" name="page47"></a>[47]</span></p> + +<h3> +III +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Fly, joyous wind, through all the wakened earth</p> +<p class="i2"> Now when the portals of the dawn outpour</p> +<p class="i2"> A myriad wonders from the radiant store</p> +<p class="i2"> Of spring's deep passion and loud-ringing mirth.</p> +<p class="i2"> Cry to the world that I despair no more,</p> +<p class="i2"> Heart greets my heart and hope has proved its worth;</p> +<p class="i2"> Fly where the legions of the sun have birth,</p> +<p class="i2"> Chant everywhere and everywhere adore.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Circle the basking hills in fragrant flight,</p> +<p class="i2"> Shout Rapture! Rapture! if sweet sorrow passes,</p> +<p class="i2"> And whisper low in intimate delight</p> +<p class="i2"> My love-song to the undulating grasses.</p> +<p class="i2"> Grief is no more, love rises with the spring,</p> +<p class="i2"> O fly, free wind, and Rapture! Rapture! sing.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page48" name="page48"></a>[48]</span></p> + +<h3> +IV +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Long after both of us are scattered dust</p> +<p class="i2"> And some strange souls perchance shall read of thee,</p> +<p class="i2"> Finding the yearnings that have crushed from me</p> +<p class="i2"> These poor confessions of my love and trust,</p> +<p class="i2"> I know how misinterpreted will be</p> +<p class="i2"> These lines, for men will laugh, or more unjust,</p> +<p class="i2"> Thinking not once of love, but only lust,</p> +<p class="i2"> Will stain the vesture of our memory.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> And yet a few there may be who will feel</p> +<p class="i2"> My deep devotion and my true desires,</p> +<p class="i2"> And know that these unhappy words reveal</p> +<p class="i2"> Only new images in changeless fires;</p> +<p class="i2"> And they perchance will linger with a sigh</p> +<p class="i2"> To think that beauty such as thine must die.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page49" name="page49"></a>[49]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0028" id="h2H_4_0028"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + A SEA GULL +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Grey wings, O grey wings against a cloud,</p> +<p class="i2"> Over the rough waves flashing,</p> +<p class="i2"> Whose was the scream, startling and loud,</p> +<p class="i2"> Keen through the skies,—was it thine,</p> +<p class="i2"> Over the moaning wind and the whine</p> +<p class="i2"> Of the wide seas dashing?</p> +<p class="i2"> Whose was the scream that I heard</p> +<p class="i2"> In the midst of the hurrying air?</p> +<p class="i2"> Was it thine, lost bird,</p> +<p class="i2"> Or the voice of an old despair</p> +<p class="i2"> Chanting from years long dead,</p> +<p class="i2"> Inexorable spirit flying</p> +<p class="i2"> On tempest wings that passed and fled</p> +<p class="i2"> Through the storm crying?</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page50" name="page50"></a>[50]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0029" id="h2H_4_0029"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + DOMESDAY +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> The garlands and the songs of May</p> +<p class="i2"> Shall welcome in the Judgment Day;</p> +<p class="i2"> About the basking country-side</p> +<p class="i2"> Blossom the souls of them that died.</p> +<p class="i2"> O Dead awake! Arise in bloom</p> +<p class="i2"> Upon the joyous dawn of doom.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> They rise up from the bleeding earth</p> +<p class="i2"> In gracious legions of re-birth,</p> +<p class="i2"> Each as a flower or a tree</p> +<p class="i2"> Of verdant immortality.</p> +<p class="i2"> And hosts of glad-voiced angels sing</p> +<p class="i2"> In the rippling groves of spring.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> From the grave of youth there grows</p> +<p class="i2"> A passionately-petaled rose,</p> +<p class="i2"> Where the virgin whitely lies</p> +<p class="i2"> A lily fair as Paradise.</p> +<p class="i2"> And in that old oak's leafy glee</p> +<p class="i2"> Some gouty sire makes sport of me.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> O Dead of yore and yesterday</p> +<p class="i2"> All hail the resurrecting May!</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page51" name="page51"></a>[51]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> Beside you in the flowering grass</p> +<p class="i2"> The feet of youth and love shall pass,</p> +<p class="i2"> And we that greet you with a smile</p> +<p class="i2"> Shall join you in a little while.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page52" name="page52"></a>[52]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0030" id="h2H_4_0030"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + TO A PASSEPIED BY SCARLATTI +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Strange little tune so thin and rare</p> +<p class="i2"> Like scents of roses of long ago,</p> +<p class="i2"> Quavering lightly upon the strings</p> +<p class="i2"> Of a violin, and dying there</p> +<p class="i2"> With a dancing flutter of delicate wings;</p> +<p class="i2"> Thy courtly joy and thy gentle woe,</p> +<p class="i2"> Thy gracious gladness and plaintive fears</p> +<p class="i2"> Are lost in the clamorous age we know,</p> +<p class="i2"> And pale like a moon in the lurid day;</p> +<p class="i2"> A phantom of music, strangely fled</p> +<p class="i2"> From the princely halls of the quiet dead,</p> +<p class="i2"> Down the long lanes of the vanished years</p> +<p class="i2"> Echoing frailly and far away.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page53" name="page53"></a>[53]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0031" id="h2H_4_0031"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + ELEGY FOR ANTINOUS +</h2> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Come, let us hasten hence and weep no more,</p> +<p class="i2"> The sinking sea flows on its tranquil ways,</p> +<p class="i2"> Night looms serenely at the eastern door</p> +<p class="i2"> And trails the last cloud into lifeless haze.</p> +<p class="i2"> Antinous is dead, we kneel before</p> +<p class="i2"> The portals of our past in vain, nor raise</p> +<p class="i2"> The laughing phantoms of our yesterdays</p> +<p class="i2"> Upon this desolate and empty shore.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Now deepening pools of shadow overflow</p> +<p class="i2"> Into the sea of dark; a far-off bell</p> +<p class="i2"> Sobs with a sweet vibration long and slow</p> +<p class="i2"> A last farewell, forevermore, farewell;</p> +<p class="i2"> And will He wake and hear? We cannot tell;</p> +<p class="i2"> And will He answer? Ah, we do not know.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page54" name="page54"></a>[54]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0032" id="h2H_4_0032"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + SONG +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> O crimson rose, O crimson rose,</p> +<p class="i2"> Crushed lightly in two little hands;</p> +<p class="i2"> A child's soft kiss was in your heart,</p> +<p class="i2"> A child's warm breath was in your soul.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> The child is gone, O crimson rose,</p> +<p class="i2"> And stained and hardened are the hands,</p> +<p class="i2"> And who shall find your golden heart</p> +<p class="i2"> And who shall kiss your withered soul?</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Happy are you, O crimson rose,</p> +<p class="i2"> But I have stains upon my hands;</p> +<p class="i2"> You died with kisses in your heart,</p> +<p class="i2"> I live with sorrow in my soul.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page55" name="page55"></a>[55]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0033" id="h2H_4_0033"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + "MY PEACE I LEAVE WITH YOU" +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> He pondered long, and watched the darkening space</p> +<p class="i2"> Close the red portals whence the hours had run,</p> +<p class="i2"> As like young wistful angels, one by one,</p> +<p class="i2"> The stars cast timid flowers about His face.</p> +<p class="i2"> "Yea, now another scarlet day is done!"</p> +<p class="i2"> He cried in anguish, and with sudden grace</p> +<p class="i2"> Stretched forth His arms, as though He would erase</p> +<p class="i2"> The few, dim embers of the scattered sun.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> "The scarlet day is done, and soon the light</p> +<p class="i2"> Will wake again my desecrated skies.</p> +<p class="i2"> Oh, that another dawn might never rise!—</p> +<p class="i2"> My foolish children!" Through the vast of night</p> +<p class="i2"> The young stars shivered in a silver horde</p> +<p class="i2"> Before the Infinite Sorrow of their Lord.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page56" name="page56"></a>[56]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0034" id="h2H_4_0034"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + THE RECOMPENSE +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> When the last song is sung, and the last spark</p> +<p class="i2"> Of light dies out forever, and the dark,</p> +<p class="i2"> The voiceless dark eternal shrouds the earth;</p> +<p class="i2"> When the last cries of pain and shouts of mirth</p> +<p class="i2"> Sink in the desolate silences of space;</p> +<p class="i2"> Where then shall flower the beauty of your face,</p> +<p class="i2"> O Love the laughing, Youth the rose-in-hand,</p> +<p class="i2"> In what unknown and undiscovered land</p> +<p class="i2"> Shall flower then the beauty of your face?</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> I know not but I know that all returns</p> +<p class="i2"> At last unchanged, and to the heart that yearns</p> +<p class="i2"> Shall be repaid all loneliness and loss.</p> +<p class="i2"> Sometime with shadowy sails shall fly across</p> +<p class="i2"> The shoreless ocean of infinity</p> +<p class="i2"> A ship from out the past, and the great sea</p> +<p class="i2"> Of life shall bear you from the strange worlds over</p> +<p class="i2"> The waves, and back again to the old lover.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Yes, in some future far beyond surmise</p> +<p class="i2"> You will dream here with half-remembering eyes,</p> +<p class="i2"> And I shall write these words, content awhile</p> +<p class="i2"> In the slow round of time to see you smile.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page57" name="page57"></a>[57]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0035" id="h2H_4_0035"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + R. S. MITCHELL +</h2> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page58" name="page58"></a>[58]</span></p> + +<div style="height: 3em;"><br /><br /></div> +<p><!--[Blank Page]--><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page59" name="page59"></a>[59]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0036" id="h2H_4_0036"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + POPPY SONG +</h2> + +<h3> +I +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Footsteps soft as fall the rose's</p> +<p class="i2"> Petals on a dewy lawn,</p> +<p class="i2"> Shaken when the wind uncloses</p> +<p class="i2"> Golden gateways for the dawn;</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Laughter light as is the swallows'</p> +<p class="i2"> Chatter in the evening sky,</p> +<p class="i2"> Wafted upward from the hollows</p> +<p class="i2"> Where the limpid waters lie;</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Weeping faint as is the willow's</p> +<p class="i2"> By the margin of the lake,</p> +<p class="i2"> Trembling into tiny billows</p> +<p class="i2"> That the silent teardrops make;</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Phantoms fitful and uncertain</p> +<p class="i2"> As the pearly autumn rain,</p> +<p class="i2"> Sweeping on in cloudy curtain</p> +<p class="i2"> Down the wide way of the plain.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page60" name="page60"></a>[60]</span></p> + +<h3> +II +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Oh, unhappy now to waken</p> +<p class="i2"> When the dream had scarce begun!</p> +<p class="i2"> Out of gentle twilight taken</p> +<p class="i2"> Into realms of burning sun:</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Oh, unhappy now to find me</p> +<p class="i2"> Lost 'neath heavens hot with noon;</p> +<p class="i2"> All that fairy land behind me;</p> +<p class="i2"> Poppy fields and rising moon!</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Drawbridge and portcullis screeching,</p> +<p class="i2"> Bugles braying soon and late;</p> +<p class="i2"> Who are they that come beseeching,</p> +<p class="i2"> Calling at my castle gate?</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Drive them hence, for they encumber</p> +<p class="i2"> Days and nights with waking pain;</p> +<p class="i2"> Tell them that I lie and slumber</p> +<p class="i2"> Under poppies, wet with rain.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Who art thou that bendest praying</p> +<p class="i2"> Over me with clasped palms;</p> +<p class="i2"> Dim through surging darkness, saying</p> +<p class="i2"> Words of prayer and murmured psalms?</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page61" name="page61"></a>[61]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> Who art thou that kneelest weeping</p> +<p class="i2"> By the border of my bed?</p> +<p class="i2"> Cease thou, for I was but sleeping—</p> +<p class="i2"> Dreaming, only, and not dead!</p> +</div> +</div> + +<h3> +III +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Phantoms flitting and uncertain</p> +<p class="i2"> Sweeping round the endless plain;</p> +<p class="i2"> Autumn twilight's dusky curtain,</p> +<p class="i2"> Drowsy poppies, drenched with rain.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page62" name="page62"></a>[62]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0037" id="h2H_4_0037"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + LOVE DREAM +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Strange that on warp and woof of dreams</p> +<p class="i6"> Fancy should weave the web of truth,</p> +<p class="i2"> And yet this fairy figment seems</p> +<p class="i6"> Part of a half-forgotten youth</p> +<p class="i2"> Stolen from days I thought were sped</p> +<p class="i2"> Out of the world beyond the dead.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Smiled she not when at the edge</p> +<p class="i6"> Of evening we walked alone</p> +<p class="i2"> Plucking spring's blossoms from the hedge</p> +<p class="i6"> That she might wear them as her own,</p> +<p class="i2"> Or do I hold a hopeless tryst</p> +<p class="i2"> Here with a shadow, made of mist?</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Now as will crumpled rose leaves, pent</p> +<p class="i6"> By fingers we can never know,</p> +<p class="i2"> Rouse with the richness of their scent,</p> +<p class="i6"> Thoughts of a summer long ago,</p> +<p class="i2"> All the expanse of land and sea</p> +<p class="i2"> Speaks with a thousand tongues to me.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> 'Twas from coast we watched slow form,</p> +<p class="i6"> Out of the frosty ocean's breath,</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page63" name="page63"></a>[63]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> The blue-gray ramparts of the storm</p> +<p class="i6"> Flashing with signal fires of death,</p> +<p class="i2"> Whilst with a murmur, far and wide,</p> +<p class="i2"> Swept in the low wind with the tide.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Then, at last, when lips were dumb</p> +<p class="i6"> With fear of parting, did we wend</p> +<p class="i2"> Along the meadow lanes that come</p> +<p class="i6"> From nowhere, and in nothing end,</p> +<p class="i2"> And, smiling, kiss, though ill at ease,</p> +<p class="i2"> Under the rustling orchard trees.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> But will the promise given keep?</p> +<p class="i6"> Can the heart love still when 'tis dead?</p> +<p class="i2"> What if the spirit, waked from sleep,</p> +<p class="i6"> Never recall the words it said?</p> +<p class="i2"> Dwell in a dreamland, or else be</p> +<p class="i2"> Lost in life's eternity?</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page64" name="page64"></a>[64]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0038" id="h2H_4_0038"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + THE ISLAND OF DEATH +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> There is an island in a silent sea</p> +<p class="i6"> That rises—four, rough, rugged walls—on high</p> +<p class="i2"> Above the ocean in calm majesty.</p> +<p class="i6"> A mountain of despair against the sky!</p> +<p class="i6"> About its summit soaring seagulls fly,</p> +<p class="i2"> Or rest them in its lofty cypress trees,</p> +<p class="i6"> And greet the black barge bearing those who die</p> +<p class="i2"> Upon our earth to everlasting ease</p> +<p class="i2"> And pleasant lives that know not man's eternities.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> White halls and palaces their dwellings stand;</p> +<p class="i6"> These shadowy souls are all unknown to graves</p> +<p class="i2"> And live, faint phantoms in a fairy land</p> +<p class="i6"> Of dreams and idleness. They hear the waves</p> +<p class="i6"> Sing, and the winds come calling from the caves</p> +<p class="i2"> Of night beyond the ocean, and the cry</p> +<p class="i6"> Of screaming gulls; stare at each ship that braves</p> +<p class="i2"> This wilderness of waters, and glides by</p> +<p class="i2"> In awe-struck silence, ever fearing to draw nigh.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> The sun, descending, sows the sea with gold,</p> +<p class="i6"> And showers splendour through the fading skies,</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page65" name="page65"></a>[65]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> Whilst from the murky waters they behold</p> +<p class="i6"> The moon, a shape of silver, slow arise.</p> +<p class="i6"> And every evening, as the daylight dies,</p> +<p class="i2"> There comes that bark of death, whose white sail seems</p> +<p class="i6"> An angel in the dark. A while it lies</p> +<p class="i2"> Below them in the harbour, then there gleams</p> +<p class="i2"> A new shape on the stairs up to that land of dreams.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page66" name="page66"></a>[66]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0039" id="h2H_4_0039"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + FROM THE ARABIAN NIGHTS +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Then, as the whispering evening crossed the sea,</p> +<p class="i2"> Sweeping the waters with her veil of grey,</p> +<p class="i2"> Wave-worn and weary of the ocean, we</p> +<p class="i2"> Beheld the enchanted island far away—</p> +<p class="i2"> Half hidden in the twilight low it lay</p> +<p class="i2"> On the horizon like a lazy cloud,</p> +<p class="i2"> Its coasts encompassed with long lines of spray.</p> +<p class="i2"> We spread the sails and swiftly the ship plowed</p> +<p class="i2"> The purple path ahead until the surf sang loud.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Between the cliffs, by the faint stars, we found</p> +<p class="i2"> A gloomy gate, and boldly sailing in,</p> +<p class="i2"> Watched the dark mountains slowly closing round,</p> +<p class="i2"> And heard faint echoes of the ocean's din</p> +<p class="i2"> Melting like spirits' voices, fleet and thin;</p> +<p class="i2"> When of a sudden, as we faltered nigh,</p> +<p class="i2"> Out of the hills where only night had been</p> +<p class="i2"> A mist of minarets and towers high,</p> +<p class="i2"> Rose like the yellow light of morning in the sky.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Gazing we drifted toward that golden bloom</p> +<p class="i2"> Of palaces whose light glowed on our sail;</p> +<p class="i2"> There we floated wrapped in wild perfume;</p> +<p class="i2"> Then music burst upon us in a gale;</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page67" name="page67"></a>[67]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> Grave, deep-toned trumpets and the lyre's long wail,</p> +<p class="i2"> And farther, the faint sound of singing men.</p> +<p class="i2"> We grasped our oars—but slowly, as will pale</p> +<p class="i2"> The morning star, the vision faded, then</p> +<p class="i2"> The empty dark swept in and all was night again!</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page68" name="page68"></a>[68]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0040" id="h2H_4_0040"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + THRENODY +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Have you forgotten me,</p> +<p class="i6"> O my beloved?</p> +<p class="i2"> Have you deserted me</p> +<p class="i6"> Now in the autumn?</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> See where the swallows fly</p> +<p class="i6"> South o'er the ocean:</p> +<p class="i2"> Soon will the winter wind</p> +<p class="i6"> Sweep the Ægean.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Up from the vineyard comes</p> +<p class="i6"> Music of laughter;</p> +<p class="i2"> Far through the valleys they</p> +<p class="i6"> Gather the harvest.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Westward the evening star</p> +<p class="i6"> Sinks in the mountains;</p> +<p class="i2"> Pale 'neath the rising moon</p> +<p class="i6"> Lies Mytilene.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Here where the headland looks</p> +<p class="i6"> Wide o'er the water,</p> +<p class="i2"> I have brought laurel leaves,</p> +<p class="i6"> Decking your barrow.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page69" name="page69"></a>[69]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> Why do I linger now</p> +<p class="i6"> Vainly lamenting?</p> +<p class="i2"> O it is lonely, love,—</p> +<p class="i6"> Lonely in Lesbos!</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page70" name="page70"></a>[70]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0041" id="h2H_4_0041"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + HELEN +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Again the voices of the hunting horns</p> +<p class="i2"> And the new moon, low lying on the hills,</p> +<p class="i2"> Tell that the summer night is on its way.—</p> +<p class="i2"> O languid heart, shalt thou much longer watch</p> +<p class="i2"> This pale procession of the silent hours</p> +<p class="i2"> Melt into shadows of unending years?</p> +<p class="i2"> Much longer feed on yearning and despair</p> +<p class="i2"> And all the anguish of departed time?</p> +<p class="i2"> Tomorrow is as yesterday; today</p> +<p class="i2"> No nearer than the morning when there stood</p> +<p class="i2"> In Leda's palace, asking for my hand,</p> +<p class="i2"> Tall Menelaus with his yellow hair;</p> +<p class="i2"> No nearer now than the first time these hands</p> +<p class="i2"> Dared linger in caress upon the curls</p> +<p class="i2"> Of him whose dark eyes laughed their love to mine.</p> +<p class="i2"> 'Tis only as if one short, restless sleep</p> +<p class="i2"> Lay over the wide chasm of the years</p> +<p class="i2"> Beyond which loom lost faith and ruined Troy.</p> +<p class="i2"> The night wind brings, as twenty summers since,</p> +<p class="i2"> The silver-breasted swallows from the Nile</p> +<p class="i2"> To quiet Sparta, nestled in her hills,</p> +<p class="i2"> Locked inland from the voices of the sea;</p> +<p class="i2"> And far across the porticos I hear</p> +<p class="i2"> The ivory shuttle singing in the loom</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page71" name="page71"></a>[71]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> 'Midst maidens' chatter, as in olden days;</p> +<p class="i2"> And men still murmur as they pass me by:</p> +<p class="i2"> "Lo, look on her, the wonder of the world,</p> +<p class="i2"> Beauteous Helen, Lacedæmon's Queen!"</p> +<p class="i2"> I watch them gaze intently on my face</p> +<p class="i2"> As they would keep it in their memory</p> +<p class="i2"> Forever, and the very while they gaze</p> +<p class="i2"> I see the flame of Troy gleam in their eyes.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> I think sometimes I have already passed</p> +<p class="i2"> Into the kingdom of untroubled death,</p> +<p class="i2"> And wandering lonely amongst them I knew</p> +<p class="i2"> In Hellas or that land beyond the seas,</p> +<p class="i2"> Behold each shadow as it passes by</p> +<p class="i2"> Shrink half involuntarily, and turn,</p> +<p class="i2"> And veil its face and vanish in the gloom.</p> +<p class="i2"> Whilst out of that dim distance whence my steps</p> +<p class="i2"> Are moving and to which they shall return</p> +<p class="i2"> After an interval of endless years,</p> +<p class="i2"> There comes a voice that calls me from afar:</p> +<p class="i2"> "Art thou not Helen, dowered of the gods</p> +<p class="i2"> With all that man can covet? Wert thou not</p> +<p class="i2"> Created the most beautiful of earth,</p> +<p class="i2"> And is not beauty wisdom, wisdom power?</p> +<p class="i2"> What hast thou done with their almighty gift?"</p> +<p class="i2"> And then, ere I would answer, silence falls</p> +<p class="i2"> Around me, and the dark divides, and I</p> +<p class="i2"> See the blue twilight on the Spartan hills.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page72" name="page72"></a>[72]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0042" id="h2H_4_0042"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + LARGO +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Thou only from this sorrow wert relief,</p> +<p class="i2"> Inviolate death, grave deity of rest,</p> +<p class="i2"> Wherein all things past somehow seem the best</p> +<p class="i2"> That ever could have come to be. Proud grief</p> +<p class="i2"> Her lustrous torch hath lighted in this brief</p> +<p class="i2"> Dim time before the dark, when the wide west</p> +<p class="i2"> Fades where illimitable skies suggest</p> +<p class="i2"> Days vanished in the beauty of belief.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> As one unto a battle come, that stands</p> +<p class="i2"> Aloof awhile, beholding friend and foe</p> +<p class="i2"> Clashing in conflict, till his soul commands</p> +<p class="i2"> He, too, prest on whither the bugles blow,</p> +<p class="i2"> Lifting his eyes sees over wasted lands</p> +<p class="i2"> Life's dust and shadow drifting to and fro.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page73" name="page73"></a>[73]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0043" id="h2H_4_0043"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + LAZARUS +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> At morn we passed a hall where song</p> +<p class="i6"> And dance had been and wine flowed free,</p> +<p class="i6"> And where, 'mid wrecks of revelry,</p> +<p class="i2"> Had lain the feasters all night long.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> They saw us through the mist of dawn,</p> +<p class="i6"> And, turning, called us to their feast—</p> +<p class="i6"> The sound of lutes and cymbals ceased—</p> +<p class="i2"> But one He fixed His gaze upon.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> In whose wide eyes there seemed to be—</p> +<p class="i6"> Behind the laughing, wine-flushed face</p> +<p class="i6"> And tilted ivy-crown's gay grace—</p> +<p class="i2"> Faint glimpses of Eternity.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Then sad, the Master bowed His head,</p> +<p class="i6"> And, through the rosy twilight, dim,</p> +<p class="i6"> Walked up and softly spake to him:</p> +<p class="i2"> "Art thou not he that late was dead?"</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> The drinker raised his cup on high,</p> +<p class="i6"> And murmured: "Priest of Nazareth,</p> +<p class="i6"> I am he thou didst raise from death—</p> +<p class="i2"> Lo, thus I wait again to die!"</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page74" name="page74"></a>[74]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0044" id="h2H_4_0044"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + A CRUCIFIX +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> This was the cross of God on which men's eyes</p> +<p class="i4"> Dwelt with the love of dead divinity,</p> +<p class="i4"> As they who by the desolate orient sea</p> +<p class="i2"> In battle made their sainted sacrifice,</p> +<p class="i2"> Dreaming their boundless striving should devise</p> +<p class="i4"> A symbol whereby men might know that he</p> +<p class="i4"> Who wins his way on earth to victory,</p> +<p class="i2"> Thus in his consummated sorrow dies.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> All things are sacred to that tender sight:</p> +<p class="i4"> Time's ancient altars whence strange incense curled</p> +<p class="i2"> Innocent to the unknown gods; the light</p> +<p class="i4"> Of love is thine; faith's banner is unfurled,</p> +<p class="i2"> Even where the farthest watchmen, through the night,</p> +<p class="i4"> Call on the cloud-wrapped ramparts of the world.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page75" name="page75"></a>[75]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0045" id="h2H_4_0045"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + NEITH +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Somehow the spirit of that day—</p> +<p class="i6"> Rain-clouded streets and brooding air—</p> +<p class="i6"> Determined me to live and dare,</p> +<p class="i2"> Living, to laugh the world away.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> As in a crystal dreamers see</p> +<p class="i6"> Out of unwinding mists arise</p> +<p class="i6"> The splendors of some paradise</p> +<p class="i2"> Woven of gold and ivory;</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Deep in the globe of thought I saw</p> +<p class="i6"> Dawn from tempestuous dust that form</p> +<p class="i6"> Toward which the endless ages storm</p> +<p class="i2"> Uproarious—to break with awe.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Of all things ignorant, yet wise,</p> +<p class="i6"> Sitting enthroned at life's last goal,</p> +<p class="i6"> Dividing body from the soul,</p> +<p class="i2"> Looking at each with flameless eyes.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Immutable, unknown, unsung,</p> +<p class="i6"> Through triumph and delight unearned,</p> +<p class="i6"> Through sorrow undeserved, I learned</p> +<p class="i2"> Salvation from thy wordless tongue.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page76" name="page76"></a>[76]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> Then flying the embracing gloom</p> +<p class="i6"> Of burnt-out days and parched desire,</p> +<p class="i6"> I built my soul an altar fire</p> +<p class="i2"> Of laughter in the face of doom.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page77" name="page77"></a>[77]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0046" id="h2H_4_0046"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + A FAREWELL +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Nay: by this desolate sea our troubled ways</p> +<p class="i2"> Shall separate forever; swift hath sped</p> +<p class="i2"> The hour of youth, and yet to hang the head,</p> +<p class="i2"> Lamenting lost things of departed days,</p> +<p class="i2"> Were only from that shadowland to raise</p> +<p class="i2"> A wraith, that whispering of the quiet dead,</p> +<p class="i2"> Would mimic the strange life of love; instead,</p> +<p class="i2"> Let us relent and hail the past with praise.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Go, then; and should inevitable fate</p> +<p class="i2"> Lead us at last beyond the world of men</p> +<p class="i2"> Where laurel and applause content no more,</p> +<p class="i2"> Whither the soul takes silence for its mate,</p> +<p class="i2"> There might we meet, and, smiling, once again</p> +<p class="i2"> Clasp hands and part upon some windy shore.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page78" name="page78"></a>[78]</span></p> + +<div style="height: 3em;"><br /><br /></div> +<p><!--[Blank Page]--><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page79" name="page79"></a>[79]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0047" id="h2H_4_0047"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + WILLIAM A. NORRIS +</h2> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page80" name="page80"></a>[80]</span></p> + +<div style="height: 3em;"><br /><br /></div> +<p><!--[Blank Page]--><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page81" name="page81"></a>[81]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0048" id="h2H_4_0048"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + OF TOO MUCH SONG +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Sedges, have you sung too much,</p> +<p class="i6"> Sedges gray along the shore?</p> +<p class="i2"> Can this autumn tempest touch</p> +<p class="i6"> Answering chords in you no more?</p> +<p class="i2"> Is the summer all forgot?—</p> +<p class="i6"> Now the ice is dark and strong</p> +<p class="i2"> That has bound you to the spot—</p> +<p class="i6"> Did you die of too much song?</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Something in me is a harp</p> +<p class="i6"> Played by every wanton breeze.</p> +<p class="i2"> Moaning soft and piping sharp</p> +<p class="i6"> Are its wondrous melodies.</p> +<p class="i2"> Is the playing over-fast</p> +<p class="i6"> Though the answer now is strong?</p> +<p class="i2"> Like the sedges at the last</p> +<p class="i6"> Will it die of too much song?</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page82" name="page82"></a>[82]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0049" id="h2H_4_0049"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2 class="untitled"> + [WHEREVER MY DREAMS GO] +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Wherever my dreams go, you are always there,</p> +<p class="i2"> And you and I have gone to many a land,</p> +<p class="i2"> Seeing high hills at dawn and desert sand,</p> +<p class="i2"> Temples and mosques and people bowed in prayer.</p> +<p class="i2"> We too have prayed in many places where</p> +<p class="i2"> Beauty has come as I have clasped your hand,</p> +<p class="i2"> And through long silence learned to understand</p> +<p class="i2"> The dumb sweet language of your eyes and hair.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> We have been lovers in all fair romances</p> +<p class="i2"> Beyond the rising or the sunken sun.</p> +<p class="i2"> There have been foes to meet, and I have done</p> +<p class="i2"> Great deeds beneath the splendor of your glances....</p> +<p class="i2"> And yet I dreamed alone; you could not guess</p> +<p class="i2"> What joy you brought into my loneliness.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page83" name="page83"></a>[83]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0050" id="h2H_4_0050"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2 class="untitled"> + [OUT OF THE LITTLENESS] +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Out of the littleness that wraps my days,</p> +<p class="i2"> The oppressive mist of gray and common things,</p> +<p class="i2"> Sometimes my dream on its audacious wings,</p> +<p class="i2"> Dripping with golden fire, above the haze,</p> +<p class="i2"> Flashes and veers against the sudden blaze</p> +<p class="i2"> Of sunlight. There no other wings may gleam</p> +<p class="i2"> But only yours, companioning my dream</p> +<p class="i2"> In its strange flight up new and radiant ways.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> And once, I thought, in a far solitude,</p> +<p class="i2"> The black waves moaned and broke unutterably</p> +<p class="i2"> On a stern cliff where hand in hand we stood.</p> +<p class="i2"> There were none near us when the dark had gone,—</p> +<p class="i2"> Only the clean wind of a sailless sea,</p> +<p class="i2"> And you and I alone in the great dawn.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page84" name="page84"></a>[84]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0051" id="h2H_4_0051"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + NAHANT +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Last night the sea was an enchanted moan</p> +<p class="i2"> And a pale pathway that the moonlight made.</p> +<p class="i2"> All night it sorrowed in the dark alone,</p> +<p class="i2"> Groping with ghostly fingers, half afraid,</p> +<p class="i2"> Up the great rocks and sobbing back again,</p> +<p class="i2"> Weary of search, yet still unsatisfied.</p> +<p class="i2"> It seemed to have the voice of all dead men</p> +<p class="i2"> And all fair women who had ever died.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> But now the sun has risen, and the spray</p> +<p class="i2"> Leaps into sudden light along the shore.</p> +<p class="i2"> Each little wave has caught a golden ray—</p> +<p class="i2"> As if the dawn had never come before.</p> +<p class="i2"> Beyond the cliffs brown fishing boats go by</p> +<p class="i2"> Under the reach of the wide laughing sky.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page85" name="page85"></a>[85]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0052" id="h2H_4_0052"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + QUI SUB LUNA ERRANT +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> In a strange land they dwell, too far away</p> +<p class="i2"> From sunlight and the common mirth of men</p> +<p class="i2"> Ever to come within our casual ken.</p> +<p class="i2"> We see them not, but if by chance we stray</p> +<p class="i2"> Down cypress aisles when the wan summer day</p> +<p class="i2"> Draws to a thin and sickly close, we hear</p> +<p class="i2"> Murmur of mad speech by some watery weir</p> +<p class="i2"> Or languid laughter and faint sound of play.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> They never see the dawn; like the pale moths</p> +<p class="i2"> That haunt lugubrious shadows of dim trees</p> +<p class="i2"> They celebrate their lunar mysteries</p> +<p class="i2"> At woodland shrines, where with green thyrsus rods</p> +<p class="i2"> And weak limbs wrapped in silken sensuous cloths</p> +<p class="i2"> They chant the names of their dead pagan gods.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page86" name="page86"></a>[86]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0053" id="h2H_4_0053"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2 class="untitled"> + [ACROSS THE TAUT STRINGS] +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Across the taut strings of my yearning soul</p> +<p class="i2"> Pass fingers of all fleet and beautiful things:</p> +<p class="i2"> Comings of dawn and moonlight glimmerings,</p> +<p class="i2"> Mid-summer hush and Sabbath bells that toll</p> +<p class="i2"> Over broad fields, a sound of thrushes' wings</p> +<p class="i2"> Near sunset hour, a girl with lips apart,</p> +<p class="i2"> Wonder and laughter,—these have touched my heart</p> +<p class="i2"> And left their music lingering on its strings.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> At twilight of some gray, eventual year,</p> +<p class="i2"> A few late friends will turn, with trembling breath,</p> +<p class="i2"> From the raw mound of earth that hides my face....</p> +<p class="i2"> Yet I shall still find beauty, even in death,</p> +<p class="i2"> And some lone traveller of the night will hear</p> +<p class="i2"> An echo of music in that quiet place.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page87" name="page87"></a>[87]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0054" id="h2H_4_0054"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + ESCAPE +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> They danced beneath the stars, a crazy rout</p> +<p class="i2"> With antic steps that had some little grace;</p> +<p class="i2"> And one leapt high with song and frenzied shout,</p> +<p class="i2"> And one ran silent with a gleaming face.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> They danced until the shy moon looking down</p> +<p class="i2"> Deemed herself lost above some Grecian glade;</p> +<p class="i2"> A mile away the trim New England town</p> +<p class="i2"> Echoed the Bacchanalian din they made.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> And still they danced, until the moon sank low,</p> +<p class="i2"> Blushing a little, and night's diadem</p> +<p class="i2"> Of stars grew pale before the eastern glow....</p> +<p class="i2"> And with the dawn their keepers came for them.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page88" name="page88"></a>[88]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0055" id="h2H_4_0055"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + ON A STREET CORNER +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> But all the time you spoke I did not hear</p> +<p class="i2"> The words you said. I only heard a far</p> +<p class="i2"> Faint sound of summer waters and a clear</p> +<p class="i2"> Calling of music from some lonely star.</p> +<p class="i2"> I thought I heard the lisp of falling dew</p> +<p class="i2"> In a dark meadow where no breezes stirred....</p> +<p class="i2"> Then all at once the noisy street, and you</p> +<p class="i2"> Smiling at me because I had not heard!</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page89" name="page89"></a>[89]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0056" id="h2H_4_0056"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + SEA-BURIAL +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Over the sands the swollen tide came creeping,</p> +<p class="i2"> Over the sands beneath the gleaming moon;</p> +<p class="i2"> At first it seemed a child's uncertain croon,</p> +<p class="i2"> And then a sound of many mourners weeping.</p> +<p class="i2"> Then all at once a crested wave was sweeping</p> +<p class="i2"> Around the still form in the moonlight there,</p> +<p class="i2"> Twining its silver fingers in her hair....</p> +<p class="i2"> And yet it could not rouse her from her sleeping.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> With dawn the tide went seaward, bearing her</p> +<p class="i2"> In its strong arms that clung so tenderly,</p> +<p class="i2"> And laid her in a strange place far away</p> +<p class="i2"> Where the tall seaweeds rise and never stir....</p> +<p class="i2"> And there she sleeps, while pass alternately</p> +<p class="i2"> The brooding night and the green luminous day.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page90" name="page90"></a>[90]</span></p> + +<div style="height: 3em;"><br /><br /></div> +<p><!--[Blank Page]--><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page91" name="page91"></a>[91]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0057" id="h2H_4_0057"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + DUDLEY POORE +</h2> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page92" name="page92"></a>[92]</span></p> + +<div style="height: 3em;"><br /><br /></div> +<p><!--[Blank Page]--><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page93" name="page93"></a>[93]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0058" id="h2H_4_0058"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + A RENAISSANCE PICTURE +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Calm little figure, ivy-crowned,</p> +<p class="i2"> How long beneath the barren tree</p> +<p class="i2"> Where this pale, martyred god has found</p> +<p class="i2"> Surcease from his long agony,</p> +<p class="i2"> You watch with an untroubled gaze</p> +<p class="i2"> Life move on its accustomed ways!</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Within your childish heart there dwells</p> +<p class="i2"> No sorrow that uprising dims</p> +<p class="i2"> Your eye, whence not a teardrop wells</p> +<p class="i2"> For pity of those writhen limbs,</p> +<p class="i2"> Or for the travail of a race</p> +<p class="i2"> Consummate in one lifeless face.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Though tinkling caravans go by</p> +<p class="i2"> Forever over twilight sands,</p> +<p class="i2"> With myrrh and cassia laden high</p> +<p class="i2"> For other shrines in other lands,</p> +<p class="i2"> No weight of grief thereat you know,</p> +<p class="i2"> But softly on your pan-pipes blow.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> From what dim mountain have you strayed,</p> +<p class="i2"> Where, ringed by the Hellenic seas,</p> +<p class="i2"> You dwelt in an untrodden glade</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page94" name="page94"></a>[94]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> Sacred to woodland deities,</p> +<p class="i2"> Along whose faint paths went at dawn</p> +<p class="i2"> Endymion or a dancing faun?</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> From groves where sacrificing throngs</p> +<p class="i2"> Called you by some fair Grecian name,</p> +<p class="i2"> With ritual meet and choric songs,</p> +<p class="i2"> Strange, that to this dark hill you came</p> +<p class="i2"> To seek, unmindful of their loss,</p> +<p class="i2"> A refuge underneath the cross.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> There is some deeper secret lies</p> +<p class="i2"> Hidden out of human sight</p> +<p class="i2"> In keeping of those tranquil eyes</p> +<p class="i2"> That shine with such immortal light,</p> +<p class="i2"> And in their shadows gleam and glow</p> +<p class="i2"> While still upon your pipes you blow.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> All but inscrutable, your gaze</p> +<p class="i2"> Declares your place is even here,</p> +<p class="i2"> Sharing this martyr's cup of praise,</p> +<p class="i2"> And year by sadly westering year,</p> +<p class="i2"> Till the last altar lights grow dim,</p> +<p class="i2"> Dividing sovereignty with him.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page95" name="page95"></a>[95]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0059" id="h2H_4_0059"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + THE PHILOSOPHER'S GARDEN +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Some strange and exquisite desire</p> +<p class="i2"> Has thrilled this flowering almond tree</p> +<p class="i2"> Whose branches shake so wistfully,</p> +<p class="i2"> Else wherefore does it bloom in fire?</p> +<p class="i2"> Why scatter pollen on the air,</p> +<p class="i2"> Marry its pale buds each to each,</p> +<p class="i2"> The year's unkindly tempests bear,</p> +<p class="i2"> Or to the calm clear sunlight reach?</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Yet I can give that hope no name,</p> +<p class="i2"> Nor that divine emotion share,</p> +<p class="i2"> For, though I see it flowering there,</p> +<p class="i2"> Because our speech is not the same</p> +<p class="i2"> The passionate secret must lie hid</p> +<p class="i2"> Burdened with unexpressed delight,</p> +<p class="i2"> Where none of all man's race can bid</p> +<p class="i2"> It forth, or voice its beauty right.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> There's nought in earth or heaven knows</p> +<p class="i2"> That hope for which our being longs,</p> +<p class="i2"> The stars are busied with their songs,</p> +<p class="i2"> The universal springtime flows</p> +<p class="i2"> From sun to sun in scorn of man,</p> +<p class="i2"> Careless if he be quick or dead,</p> +<p class="i2"> Or if this earth, as it began,</p> +<p class="i2"> Be voiceless and untenanted.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page96" name="page96"></a>[96]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0060" id="h2H_4_0060"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + THE TREE OF STARS +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> There stands a tree where no man knows,</p> +<p class="i2"> And like an earthly tree it grows,</p> +<p class="i2"> Save that upon its branches wide</p> +<p class="i2"> The earth and all the stars beside,</p> +<p class="i2"> The chilly moon and the great sun,</p> +<p class="i2"> The little planets, one by one,</p> +<p class="i2"> Are hung like fruit to redden there</p> +<p class="i2"> And ripen in the heavenly air.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> And when the seeds are round and full</p> +<p class="i2"> The watchful gods will come and pull</p> +<p class="i2"> The ripened fruit from off the tree;</p> +<p class="i2"> And then that heavenly company</p> +<p class="i2"> Will bear the shining planets in</p> +<p class="i2"> And garner them in a deep bin</p> +<p class="i2"> And sort them out, and save the seed</p> +<p class="i2"> To plant new trees in time of need.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page97" name="page97"></a>[97]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0061" id="h2H_4_0061"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + AFTER RAIN +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> All day the heavy skies have lowered,</p> +<p class="i2"> Long beaten by autumnal rain;</p> +<p class="i2"> The lilac's withered leaves lie showered</p> +<p class="i2"> Where little rain-pools star the plain;</p> +<p class="i2"> All things that for a season flowered</p> +<p class="i2"> Sink back to earth again.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Strange, then, that with the year's decrease</p> +<p class="i2"> And out of gathering dusk you rise</p> +<p class="i2"> Seeking love's ultimate surcease,</p> +<p class="i2"> Phantom, whose memory-haunted eyes</p> +<p class="i2"> Know that there never can be peace</p> +<p class="i2"> Hoped-for, till memory dies.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> In vain where these dead leaves lie strown</p> +<p class="i2"> Where all things, bending earthward, fail,</p> +<p class="i2"> Like a young spirit newly flown,</p> +<p class="i2"> Flower-fragile, blossom-like and pale,</p> +<p class="i2"> You search; and must fly back, a blown</p> +<p class="i2"> Rose leaf on the cold gale.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> You might have rested but for this:</p> +<p class="i2"> That love's intense flame burning through</p> +<p class="i2"> The shuddering body with a kiss</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page98" name="page98"></a>[98]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> Woke in the prisoned spirit, too,</p> +<p class="i2"> So keen an ecstasy of bliss</p> +<p class="i2"> As could, for all they made amiss,</p> +<p class="i2"> Nor life nor death undo.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page99" name="page99"></a>[99]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0062" id="h2H_4_0062"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + <i>COR CORDIUM</i> +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Deep in a heart, beneath o'er-hanging boughs,</p> +<p class="i2"> Love built himself a house,</p> +<p class="i2"> And whoso entered in, Love bade him stay,</p> +<p class="i2"> Nor ever from that feast to come away</p> +<p class="i2"> Dissatisfied or weary of the fare</p> +<p class="i2"> Love set him there.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Forever through the groves and glades</p> +<p class="i2"> Kind thoughts went softly to and fro,</p> +<p class="i2"> And memories like white-footed maids</p> +<p class="i2"> With gentle tread would come and go</p> +<p class="i2"> Among the ever-garrulous trees.</p> +<p class="i2"> And through the branches overhead</p> +<p class="i2"> I know not what sweet spirits strayed,</p> +<p class="i2"> Or what commandant spirit led</p> +<p class="i2"> Their mazy dances, but one played</p> +<p class="i2"> So deftly on a psaltery</p> +<p class="i2"> That they for joy must needs keep singing;</p> +<p class="i2"> All the chambers of Love's house</p> +<p class="i2"> With that sweet minstrelsy were ringing.</p> +<p class="i2"> Faces to the windows came,</p> +<p class="i2"> Tears to happy eyelids started,</p> +<p class="i2"> Feeling, as by sudden flame,</p> +<p class="i2"> Their cares and their sad hearts disparted,</p> +<p class="i2"> Each old clinging sorrow dead.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page100" name="page100"></a>[100]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> All who ever guested there</p> +<p class="i2"> To each other, murmuring, said:</p> +<p class="i2"> "In this heart breathes purer air,</p> +<p class="i2"> The thoughts that move across this sky</p> +<p class="i2"> Have had a more mysterious birth,</p> +<p class="i2"> Are lovelier, float more statelily</p> +<p class="i2"> Than clouds across the sky of earth."</p> +<p class="i2"> All guests within that heart's deep wood,</p> +<p class="i2"> All friends together in that house,</p> +<p class="i2"> High converse held with an ærial brood,</p> +<p class="i2"> With spirit-folk kept delicate carouse;</p> +<p class="i2"> None ever turned ungreeted from that door.</p> +<p class="i2"> (Sorrow himself was guest a weary while,)</p> +<p class="i2"> But yesterday when I passed by once more,</p> +<p class="i2"> Met me no welcoming smile,</p> +<p class="i2"> Nor any breath the unwavering branch to stir,</p> +<p class="i2"> Silent each glad ærial chorister;</p> +<p class="i2"> Three drowsy poppies brooded by the wall,</p> +<p class="i2"> Lonely and tall.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Then, as I leaned above their crimson bloom,</p> +<p class="i2"> The flower of day grew old and witheréd,</p> +<p class="i2"> Night with a sigh sat down beside her loom</p> +<p class="i2"> Winding her shuttle with a silver thread.</p> +<p class="i2"> Suddenly from the starlit plains of air</p> +<p class="i2"> Ethereal tumult, airy tempest blew,</p> +<p class="i2"> Immortal music showering everywhere,</p> +<p class="i2"> Flashed to the earth in an harmonious dew,</p> +<p class="i2"> Leaped jubilant from cloud to craggy cloud,</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page101" name="page101"></a>[101]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> Binding the moon in a melodious chain,</p> +<p class="i2"> Storming the troubled stars, a luminous crowd,</p> +<p class="i2"> Dropping in fiery streaks to earth again.</p> +<p class="i2"> From out the windows of God's house</p> +<p class="i2"> Faint as a far-echoing wave,</p> +<p class="i2"> The angels, bending their calm brows,</p> +<p class="i2"> Song for song in answer gave;</p> +<p class="i2"> And faster than a falcon flies,</p> +<p class="i2"> Thronging spirits in a cluster</p> +<p class="i2"> Passed before my dazzled eyes,</p> +<p class="i2"> Shedding an ærial lustre,</p> +<p class="i2"> Burning with translucent fire,</p> +<p class="i2"> Shaking from their dewy wings</p> +<p class="i2"> Wild, ineffable desire</p> +<p class="i2"> Of starry and immortal things,</p> +<p class="i2"> Torturing with delicious pain</p> +<p class="i2"> Past telling sweet, the bewildered heart,</p> +<p class="i2"> Piercing the poor mortal brain</p> +<p class="i2"> With beauty, a keen fiery dart.</p> +<p class="i2"> Ah! Even as an oracle</p> +<p class="i2"> Whose soul a god has breathed upon,</p> +<p class="i2"> The beauteousness unbearable</p> +<p class="i2"> Possessed me so all strength was gone.</p> +<p class="i2"> Smitten by a barbéd joy,</p> +<p class="i2"> My sense with rapturous pain grew dim,</p> +<p class="i2"> Joy pierced me as it would destroy.</p> +<p class="i2"> Still higher rose the celestial hymn.</p> +<p class="i2"> And then of all that starry throng</p> +<p class="i2"> That streamed toward the upper sky,</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page102" name="page102"></a>[102]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> One spirit darted down again,</p> +<p class="i2"> And stood upon a bough near by.</p> +<p class="i2"> "Even I unsealed thy sight," he said.</p> +<p class="i2"> Alas, that shape I did not know,</p> +<p class="i2"> For he was so transfigured,</p> +<p class="i2"> So circled by the unearthly glow</p> +<p class="i2"> Of his pulsating aureole;</p> +<p class="i2"> I who so well the flesh had known</p> +<p class="i2"> I did not know the soul.</p> +<p class="i2"> With troubled eyes he bended down,</p> +<p class="i2"> And all about me where I stood</p> +<p class="i2"> Every blossom, every tree,</p> +<p class="i2"> All the branches of that wood</p> +<p class="i2"> Were trembling in their ecstasy.</p> +<p class="i2"> They knew ere I had half divined.</p> +<p class="i2"> But at his voice old dreams awoke</p> +<p class="i2"> In dusty chambers of the mind,</p> +<p class="i2"> And when again he softly spoke</p> +<p class="i2"> With sudden tears mine eyes were wet.</p> +<p class="i2"> And lowlier still he bent his head:</p> +<p class="i2"> "Dost thou, dear friend, not know me yet?"</p> +<p class="i2"> "Yes, for I know thy voice," I said.</p> +<p class="i2"> "Dear Phantom, this immortal guise,</p> +<p class="i2"> This disembodied self of thine,</p> +<p class="i2"> Hath dazed mine unacquainted eyes.</p> +<p class="i2"> Thou dweller on the steps divine,</p> +<p class="i2"> Thou image of a god's desire,</p> +<p class="i2"> Thou spark of the celestial flame</p> +<p class="i2"> Art fashioned out of wind and fire</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page103" name="page103"></a>[103]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> And elements without a name;</p> +<p class="i2"> What sacred fingers mingled them</p> +<p class="i2"> And trembled with a god's delight?</p> +<p class="i2"> Thy body is a burning gem,</p> +<p class="i2"> Thy limbs are chrysolite.</p> +<p class="i2"> A glory hangs about thy head</p> +<p class="i2"> For thou in thine immortal lot</p> +<p class="i2"> In heaven's own light art garmented.</p> +<p class="i2"> I know thee, yet I know thee not."</p> +<p class="i2"> Then he, with shining eyes half shut,</p> +<p class="i2"> Radiantly standing there:</p> +<p class="i2"> "I did but change my leafy hut</p> +<p class="i2"> For a mansion in the air,</p> +<p class="i2"> The eerie wood, the enchanted ground,</p> +<p class="i2"> The dim, bird-haunted glades we trod,</p> +<p class="i2"> Grew all untuneful when I found</p> +<p class="i2"> A dwelling in the heart of God.</p> +<p class="i2"> I latched the gate at dawn of day,</p> +<p class="i2"> I planted poppies by the door,</p> +<p class="i2"> To His retreats I came away</p> +<p class="i2"> And I shall wander thence no more.</p> +<p class="i2"> The windy heights are all my love,</p> +<p class="i2"> The spheral lights, the spheral chimes,</p> +<p class="i2"> The trailing fires, the hosts that move</p> +<p class="i2"> In concourse through sidereal climes;</p> +<p class="i2"> I troop with the celestial choirs;</p> +<p class="i2"> We have not any wish to be</p> +<p class="i2"> Sad pilgrims, torn by sad desires,</p> +<p class="i2"> Wayfarers of mortality.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page104" name="page104"></a>[104]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> The husk of flesh we have put by;</p> +<p class="i2"> The dark seeds planted in the earth</p> +<p class="i2"> Have blossomed in the upper sky,</p> +<p class="i2"> In airy gardens have new birth."</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> There did he make an end, for O</p> +<p class="i2"> Those spirits, singing, darted by again,</p> +<p class="i2"> And at the showering sound he trembled so</p> +<p class="i2"> I saw his earthly dalliance gave him pain,</p> +<p class="i2"> And cried in sorrow, "O my friend, farewell!</p> +<p class="i2"> Now from the luminous, paradisal bands,</p> +<p class="i2"> Gabriel, Israfel, Ithuriel,</p> +<p class="i2"> Beckon to you with their exulting hands."</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page105" name="page105"></a>[105]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0063" id="h2H_4_0063"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + THE WITHERED LEAF, THE FADED FLOWER BE MINE +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> The withered leaf, the faded flower be mine,</p> +<p class="i2"> The broken shrine,</p> +<p class="i2"> All things that knowing beauty for a day</p> +<p class="i2"> Have passed away</p> +<p class="i2"> To dwell in the illimitable wood</p> +<p class="i2"> Of quietude,</p> +<p class="i2"> Undying, radiant, young,</p> +<p class="i2"> Passed years among.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> No blighting wind upon their beauty blows,</p> +<p class="i2"> The altar glows</p> +<p class="i2"> With flames unquenchable and bright</p> +<p class="i2"> By day, by night;</p> +<p class="i2"> Secure from envious time's deflowering breath</p> +<p class="i2"> They know no death,</p> +<p class="i2"> But silently, imperishably fair,</p> +<p class="i2"> Grow lovelier there.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> He who adores too much the impending hour,</p> +<p class="i2"> The budding flower,</p> +<p class="i2"> Who knows not with what dyes an hour that's dead</p> +<p class="i2"> Is garmented,</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page106" name="page106"></a>[106]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> Who walks with glimmering shapes companionless,</p> +<p class="i2"> He cannot guess</p> +<p class="i2"> With how great love and thankfulness I praise</p> +<p class="i2"> The yesterdays.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page107" name="page107"></a>[107]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0064" id="h2H_4_0064"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + CUTHBERT WRIGHT +</h2> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page108" name="page108"></a>[108]</span></p> + +<div style="height: 3em;"><br /><br /></div> +<p><!--[Blank Page]--><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page109" name="page109"></a>[109]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0065" id="h2H_4_0065"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + THE END OF IT +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> We met, and on the decorous drive touched hands,</p> +<p class="i2"> "Good-bye; a pleasant trip to you," I said.</p> +<p class="i2"> The sunlight slept upon the still uplands,</p> +<p class="i2"> Your figure fading in the dusty red</p> +<p class="i2"> I watched awhile, then turned with casual face</p> +<p class="i2"> To where a torrent glimmered down a glade,</p> +<p class="i2"> No human voice troubled the lovely place,</p> +<p class="i2"> Only the fall a cruel music made.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> A time I lay and marked with curious stare</p> +<p class="i2"> The keen sun-lances quiver on the lawn,</p> +<p class="i2"> And thought on shrines all voiceless now and bare,</p> +<p class="i2"> The holy genius of their boughs withdrawn,</p> +<p class="i2"> Till with hoarse cry the train that you were on</p> +<p class="i2"> Stabbed the indifference of the empty air ...</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Then I awoke and knew that you were gone.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page110" name="page110"></a>[110]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0066" id="h2H_4_0066"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + THE NEW PLATONIST +</h2> + +<h3> + <i>Circa 1640</i> +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Our loves as flowers fall to dust;</p> +<p class="i2"> The noblest singing hath an end;</p> +<p class="i2"> No man to his own soul may trust,</p> +<p class="i2"> Nor to the kind arms of his friend;</p> +<p class="i2"> Yet have I glimpsed by lonely tree,</p> +<p class="i2"> Bright baths of immortality.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> My faultless teachers bid me fare</p> +<p class="i2"> The cypress path of blood and tears,</p> +<p class="i2"> Treading the thorny wold to where</p> +<p class="i2"> The painful Cross of Christ appears;</p> +<p class="i2"> 'Twas on another, sunnier hill</p> +<p class="i2"> I met you first, my miracle.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> The painted windows burn and flame</p> +<p class="i2"> Up through the music-haunted air;</p> +<p class="i2"> These were my gods—and then you came</p> +<p class="i2"> With flowers crowned and sun-kissed hair,</p> +<p class="i2"> Making this northern river seem</p> +<p class="i2"> Some laughter-girdled Grecian stream.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page111" name="page111"></a>[111]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> When the fierce foeman of our race</p> +<p class="i2"> Marshals his lords of lust and pride,</p> +<p class="i2"> You spring within a moment's space,</p> +<p class="i2"> Full-armed and smiling to my side;</p> +<p class="i2"> O golden heart! The love you gave me</p> +<p class="i2"> Alone has saved and yet will save me.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Perchance we have no perfect city</p> +<p class="i2"> Beyond the wrack of these our wars,</p> +<p class="i2"> Till Death alone in sacred pity</p> +<p class="i2"> Wash with long sleep our wounds and scars;</p> +<p class="i2"> So much the more I praise in measure</p> +<p class="i2"> The generous gods for you, my treasure.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page112" name="page112"></a>[112]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0067" id="h2H_4_0067"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + THE ROOM OVER THE RIVER +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Good-night, my love, good-night;</p> +<p class="i2"> The wan moon holds her lantern high,</p> +<p class="i2"> And softly threads with nodding light</p> +<p class="i2"> The violet posterns of the sky,</p> +<p class="i2"> Below, the tides run swift and bright</p> +<p class="i2"> Into the sea.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Odours and sounds come in to us,</p> +<p class="i2"> Faint with the passion of this night,</p> +<p class="i2"> One little dream hangs luminous</p> +<p class="i2"> Above you in the scented light;</p> +<p class="i2"> Roses and mist, stars and bright dew</p> +<p class="i2"> Draw down to you.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> How often in the dewy brake,</p> +<p class="i2"> I've heard above the sighing weirs,</p> +<p class="i2"> The night-bird singing for your sake</p> +<p class="i2"> His lonely song of love and tears;</p> +<p class="i2"> He too, sad heart, hath turned to rest,</p> +<p class="i2"> And sleep is best.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Flower of my soul! Let us be true</p> +<p class="i2"> To youth and love and all delight,</p> +<p class="i2"> Clean and refreshed and one with you</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page113" name="page113"></a>[113]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> I would be ever as to-night,</p> +<p class="i2"> And heed not what the day will bring,</p> +<p class="i2"> Nor anything.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> And now the moon is safe away,</p> +<p class="i2"> Far off her carriage lampions flare,</p> +<p class="i2"> Lost in the sunken roads of day,</p> +<p class="i2"> They vanish in the icy air.</p> +<p class="i2"> Good-night, my love, good-night,</p> +<p class="i2"> Good-night.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page114" name="page114"></a>[114]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0068" id="h2H_4_0068"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + THE FIDDLER +</h2> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Once more I thought I heard him plain,</p> +<p class="i2"> That unseen fiddler in the lane,</p> +<p class="i2"> Under the timid twilight moon,</p> +<p class="i2"> Playing his visionary strain.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> No other soul was in the place</p> +<p class="i2"> As up the hill I came apace;</p> +<p class="i2"> Though once I heard him every day,</p> +<p class="i2"> I never once have seen his face.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> It was my immemorial year,</p> +<p class="i2"> When rhymes came fast and blood beat clear;</p> +<p class="i2"> He too, perchance, was then alive,</p> +<p class="i2"> Now separate ghosts, we wander here.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Sometimes his ghostly rondelay</p> +<p class="i2"> Broke on my dream at dawn of day,</p> +<p class="i2"> And through my open window stole</p> +<p class="i2"> The perfumed marvel of the May.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Sometimes in midnight lanes I heard</p> +<p class="i2"> The twitter of a darkling bird,</p> +<p class="i2"> As hidden from the ashen moon,</p> +<p class="i2"> The pathos of his music stirred.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page115" name="page115"></a>[115]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> O happy time! How goodly seemed</p> +<p class="i2"> The dauntless timeless dream I dreamed,</p> +<p class="i2"> Those dear imaginary sins,</p> +<p class="i2"> The joys that in one torrent streamed.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> When moon and stars go out for aye,</p> +<p class="i2"> And I am dead and castaway,</p> +<p class="i2"> This autumn city I have loved</p> +<p class="i2"> Will know me not, but he will stay.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> In faded suburbs he will play.</p> +<p class="i2"> Some other boy's brief morn away,</p> +<p class="i2"> Till sapphire windows palely burn</p> +<p class="i2"> Amid the undefeated gray.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> And yet—sometimes I seem to know</p> +<p class="i2"> I shall not 'scape his phantom bow;</p> +<p class="i2"> More paramount than death or pain,</p> +<p class="i2"> This ghost will follow where I go.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> In some well-kept untroubled hell</p> +<p class="i2"> Where frustrate souls like mine may dwell,</p> +<p class="i2"> I shall look up and hear his note</p> +<p class="i2"> Coming across the asphodel.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> No shades will gather at his tune</p> +<p class="i2"> To dance their ghostly rigadoon,</p> +<p class="i2"> Only that lonely voice will cleave</p> +<p class="i2"> The everlasting afternoon.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page116" name="page116"></a>[116]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0069" id="h2H_4_0069"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + FALSTAFF'S PAGE +</h2> + +<h3> + <i>To Reginald Sheffield</i> +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> In blaze of curls and cowslip-colored coat</p> +<p class="i2"> He pranks a way before the wheezing Knight.</p> +<p class="i2"> Tall Windsor shows no blossom like this wight</p> +<p class="i2"> By park or sedgy pool or bearded moat;</p> +<p class="i2"> A skylark burbles in that milk-white throat,</p> +<p class="i2"> And I have heard him down a singing stream,</p> +<p class="i2"> Ere the brute morn shattered my happy dream</p> +<p class="i2"> Upon the sill, and weeping I awoke.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> We had a music once; a poesie</p> +<p class="i2"> Sweet as a maiden, lissome as this lad,</p> +<p class="i2"> Full of rich merriment and gentle joy;</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> That other England lives and laughs in thee,</p> +<p class="i2"> A peal of morris-music, blithe and glad,</p> +<p class="i2"> Thou spray of bloom! Thou flower of a boy!</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page117" name="page117"></a>[117]</span></p> + +<a name="h2H_4_0070" id="h2H_4_0070"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + A DULL SUNDAY +</h2> + +<h3> + (<i>After Debussy</i>) +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> It has been a long day,</p> +<p class="i2"> A long, long day;</p> +<p class="i2"> And now in floods of twilight,</p> +<p class="i2"> In long green waves of sunset softly flowing,</p> +<p class="i2"> Evening.</p> +<p class="i2"> It is evening over the great towns,</p> +<p class="i2"> It is evening in our hearts.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> And though the last frail tendrils</p> +<p class="i2"> And flowers of incense</p> +<p class="i2"> Have long ago uncurled themselves around</p> +<p class="i2"> The cynical Cathedral,</p> +<p class="i2"> I hear the thin white voices of children,</p> +<p class="i2"> Little girls and little boys,</p> +<p class="i2"> Calling the name of Jesus</p> +<p class="i2"> And His most Sacred Heart,</p> +<p class="i2"> Singing about a kind of parish heaven,</p> +<p class="i2"> A little walled city, all golden and lilac,</p> +<p class="i2"> Like the one seen by François Villon's mother</p> +<p class="i2"> In an old, bituminous, smoke-bitten painting</p> +<p class="i2"> Of the Middle Ages.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> And in this faith she wished to live and die.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div style="height: 6em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<hr class="full" /> +<p>[<b>Transcriber's Note:</b> Untitled poems whose titles are omitted in the body +of the text as originally published have had their conventional "first +line" titles (as seen in the table of contents) added to the body of this +transcription. They are enclosed in square brackets and are in gray text as an indication to +the reader.]</p> +<hr class="full" /> + +<div style="height: 6em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Eight Harvard Poets, by +E. Estlin Cummings and S. Foster Damon and J. R. Dos Passos and Robert Hillyer and R. S. 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