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You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the <a class="reference internal" href="#project-gutenberg-license">Project Gutenberg License</a> -included with this eBook or online at -<a class="reference external" href="http://www.gutenberg.org/license">http://www.gutenberg.org/license</a>.</p> -<p class="noindent pnext"></p> -<div class="noindent vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<div class="align-None container noindent white-space-pre-line" id="pg-machine-header"> -<p class="noindent pfirst white-space-pre-line"><span class="white-space-pre-line">Title: Poems<br /> - 1916-1918<br /> -<br /> -Author: Francis Brett Young<br /> -<br /> -Release Date: July 26, 2012 [EBook #40344]<br /> -<br /> -Language: English<br /> -<br /> -Character set encoding: UTF-8</span></p> -</div> -<div class="noindent vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst" id="pg-start-line">*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK <span>POEMS</span> ***</p> -<div class="noindent vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst" id="pg-produced-by"><span>Produced by Al Haines.</span></p> -<div class="noindent vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst"><span></span></p> -</div> -<div class="align-None container coverpage"> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 3em"> -</div> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure" style="width: 46%" id="figure-6"> -<span id="cover"></span><img class="align-center" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt=" " src="images/img-cover.jpg" /> -<div class="caption figure"> -Cover</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<div class="align-None center container titlepage white-space-pre-line"> -<p class="pfirst white-space-pre-line x-large">POEMS</p> -<p class="large pnext white-space-pre-line">1916-1918</p> -<div class="vspace white-space-pre-line" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="medium pfirst white-space-pre-line">BY</p> -<p class="large pnext white-space-pre-line">FRANCIS BRETT YOUNG</p> -<div class="vspace white-space-pre-line" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center medium pfirst white-space-pre-line">LONDON: 48 PALL MALL<br /> -W. COLLINS SONS & CO. LTD.<br /> -GLASGOW MELBOURNE AUCKLAND</p> -<div class="vspace white-space-pre-line" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -</div> -<div class="align-None center container verso white-space-pre-line"> -<p class="center pfirst small white-space-pre-line">Copyright 1919</p> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 3em"> -</div> -<p class="center medium pfirst">BY THE SAME AUTHOR</p> -<p class="left medium pnext white-space-pre-line"><em class="italics white-space-pre-line">Novels:</em></p> -<p class="left medium pnext white-space-pre-line"> THE YOUNG PHYSICIAN<br /> - THE CRESCENT MOON<br /> - THE IRON AGE<br /> - THE DARK TOWER<br /> - DEEP SEA<br /> - UNDERGROWTH (with E. Brett Young)</p> -<div class="left medium vspace white-space-pre-line" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<p class="left medium pfirst white-space-pre-line"><em class="italics white-space-pre-line">Poems:</em></p> -<p class="left medium pnext white-space-pre-line"> FIVE DEGREES SOUTH</p> -<div class="left medium vspace white-space-pre-line" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<p class="left medium pfirst white-space-pre-line"><em class="italics white-space-pre-line">Belles Lettres:</em></p> -<p class="left medium pnext white-space-pre-line"> ROBERT BRIDGES: A Critical Study<br /> - MARCHING ON TANGA</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<div class="align-None container dedication white-space-pre-line"> -<p class="center medium pfirst white-space-pre-line">TO<br /> -EDYTH GOODALL</p> -<div class="vspace white-space-pre-line" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="left medium pfirst white-space-pre-line"><em class="italics white-space-pre-line">Remember thus our sweet conspiracy:<br /> -That I, having dreamed a lovely thing, with dull<br /> -Words marred it--and you gave it back to me<br /> -A thousand, thousand times more beautiful.</em></p> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center medium pfirst">ERRATA</p> -<p class="left medium pnext white-space-pre-line">Page 26, line 17, <em class="italics white-space-pre-line">for</em> "Lybian" <em class="italics white-space-pre-line">read</em> "Libyan."<br /> -Page 46, line 9, <em class="italics white-space-pre-line">for</em> "lythe" <em class="italics white-space-pre-line">read</em> "lithe."<br /> -Page 70, line 13, <em class="italics white-space-pre-line">for</em> "tyrranous" <em class="italics white-space-pre-line">read</em> "tyrannous."</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="left medium pfirst">[Transcriber's note: the above errata have been applied -to this etext. The word "Lybia" was also on page 32, -and was corrected as above. Similarly, "tyrranous" -was also on page 86, and was corrected.]</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center large pfirst">CONTENTS</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="left medium pfirst white-space-pre-line"><a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#prothalamion">PROTHALAMION</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#testament">TESTAMENT</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#lochanilaun">LOCHANILAUN</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#lettermore">LETTERMORE</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#lament">LAMENT</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#the-lemon-tree">THE LEMON-TREE</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#phthonos">PHTHONOS</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#easter">EASTER</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#the-leaning-elm">THE LEANING ELM</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#the-joyous-lover">THE JOYOUS LOVER</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#dead-poets">DEAD POETS</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#porton-water">PORTON WATER</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#an-old-house">AN OLD HOUSE</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#the-dhows">THE DHOWS</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#the-gift">THE GIFT</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#five-degrees-south">FIVE DEGREES SOUTH</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#fahrenheit">104° FAHRENHEIT</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#fever-trees">FEVER-TREES</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#the-rain-bird">THE RAIN-BIRD</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#moths">MOTHS</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#bete-humaine">BÊTE HUMAINE</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#doves">DOVES</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#song-i">SONG (i)</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#before-action">BEFORE ACTION</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#on-a-subaltern-killed-in-action">ON A SUBALTERN KILLED IN ACTION</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#after-action">AFTER ACTION</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#sonnet">SONNET</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#a-farewell-to-africa">A FAREWELL TO AFRICA</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#song-ii">SONG (ii)</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#the-hawthorn-spray">THE HAWTHORN SPRAY</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#the-pavement">THE PAVEMENT</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#to-lydia-lopokova-i">TO LYDIA LOPOKOVA (i)</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#to-lydia-lopokova-ii">TO LYDIA LOPOKOVA (ii)</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#to-lydia-lopokova-iii">TO LYDIA LOPOKOVA (iii)</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#ghostly-loves">GHOSTLY LOVES</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#february">FEBRUARY</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#song-of-the-dark-ages">SONG OF THE DARK AGES</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#winter-sunset">WINTER SUNSET</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#song-iii">SONG (iii)</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#england-april-1918">ENGLAND, APRIL 1918</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#slender-themes">SLENDER THEMES</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#invocation">INVOCATION</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#thamar">THAMAR</a><br /> -<a class="reference internal white-space-pre-line" href="#envoi">ENVOI</a></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="prothalamion">PROTHALAMION</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">When the evening came my love said to me:</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Let us go into the garden now that the sky is cool,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">The garden of black hellebore and rosemary,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Where wild woodruff spills in a milky pool.</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Low we passed in the twilight, for the wavering heat</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Of day had waned, and round that shaded plot</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Of secret beauty the thickets clustered sweet:</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Here is heaven, our hearts whispered, but our lips spake not.</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Between that old garden and seas of lazy foam</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Gloomy and beautiful alleys of trees arise</div> -</div> -<div class="line">With spire of cypress and dreamy beechen dome,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">So dark that our enchanted sight knew nothing but the skies</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Veiled with soft air, drench'd in the roses' musk</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Or the dusky, dark carnation's breath of clove;</div> -</div> -<div class="line">No stars burned in their deeps, but through the dusk</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">I saw my love's eyes, and they were brimmed with love.</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">No star their secret ravished, no wasting moon</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Mocked the sad transience of those eternal hours:</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Only the soft, unseeing heaven of June,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">The ghosts of great trees, and the sleeping flowers.</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">For doves that crooned in the leafy noonday now</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Were silent; the night-jar sought his secret covers,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Nor even a mild sea-whisper moved a creaking bough--</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Was ever a silence deeper made for lovers?</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Was ever a moment meeter made for love?</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Beautiful are your closed lips beneath my kiss;</div> -</div> -<div class="line">And all your yielding sweetness beautiful--</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Oh, never in all the world was such a night as this!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="testament">TESTAMENT</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">If I had died, and never seen the dawn</div> -<div class="line">For which I hardly hoped, lighting this lawn</div> -<div class="line">Of silvery grasses; if there had been no light,</div> -<div class="line">And last night merged into perpetual night;</div> -<div class="line">I doubt if I should ever have been content</div> -<div class="line">To have closed my eyes without some testament</div> -<div class="line">To the great benefits that marked my faring</div> -<div class="line">Through the sweet world; for all my joy was sharing</div> -<div class="line">And lonely pleasures were few. Unto which end</div> -<div class="line">Three legacies I'll send,</div> -<div class="line">Three legacies, already half possess'd:</div> -<div class="line">One to a friend, of all good friends the best,</div> -<div class="line">Better than which is nothing; yet another</div> -<div class="line">Unto thy twin, dissimilar spirit, Brother;</div> -<div class="line">The third to you,</div> -<div class="line">Most beautiful, most true,</div> -<div class="line">Most perfect one, to whom they all are due.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Quick, quick ... while there is time....</div> -<div class="line">O best of friends, I leave you one sublime</div> -<div class="line">Summer, one fadeless summer. 'Twas begun</div> -<div class="line">Ere Cotswold hawthorn tarnished in the sun,</div> -<div class="line">When hedges were fledged with green, and early swallows</div> -<div class="line">Swift-darting, on curved wings, pillaged the fallows;</div> -<div class="line">When all our vale was dappled blossom and light,</div> -<div class="line">And oh, the scent of beanfields in the night!</div> -<div class="line">You shall remember that rich dust at even</div> -<div class="line">Which made old Evesham like a street in heaven,</div> -<div class="line">Gold-paved, and washed within a wave of golden</div> -<div class="line">Air all her dreamy towers and gables olden.</div> -<div class="line">You shall remember</div> -<div class="line">How arms sun-blistered, hot palms crack'd with rowing,</div> -<div class="line">Clove the cool water of Avon, sweetly flowing;</div> -<div class="line">And how our bodies, beautifully white,</div> -<div class="line">Stretch'd to a long stroke lengthened in green light,</div> -<div class="line">And we, emerging, laughed in childish wise,</div> -<div class="line">And pressed the kissing water from our eyes.</div> -<div class="line">Ah, was our laughter childish, or were we wise?</div> -<div class="line">And then, crown of the day, a tired returning</div> -<div class="line">With happy sunsets over Bredon burning,</div> -<div class="line">With music and with moonlight, and good ale,</div> -<div class="line">And no thought for the morrow.... Heavy phlox</div> -<div class="line">Our garden pathways bordered, and evening stocks,</div> -<div class="line">Those humble weeds, in sunlight withered and pale,</div> -<div class="line">With a night scent to match the nightingale,</div> -<div class="line">Gladdened with spicèd sweetness sweet night's shadows,</div> -<div class="line">Meeting the breath of hay from mowing meadows:</div> -<div class="line">As humble was our joy, and as intense</div> -<div class="line">Our rapture. So, before I hurry hence,</div> -<div class="line">Yours be the memory.</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">One night again,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">When we were men, and had striven, and known pain,</div> -<div class="line">By a dark canal debating, unresigned,</div> -<div class="line">On the blind fate that shadows humankind,</div> -<div class="line">On the blind sword that severs human love...</div> -<div class="line">Then did the hidden belfry from above</div> -<div class="line">On troubled minds in benediction shed</div> -<div class="line">The patience of the great anonymous dead</div> -<div class="line">Who reared those towers, those high cathedrals builded</div> -<div class="line">In solemn stone, and with clear fancy gilded</div> -<div class="line">A beauty beyond ours, trusting in God.</div> -<div class="line">Then dared we follow the dark way they trod,</div> -<div class="line">And bowing to the universal plan</div> -<div class="line">Trust in the true and fiery spirit of Man.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">And you, my Brother,</div> -<div class="line">You know, as knows one other,</div> -<div class="line">How my spirit revisiteth a room</div> -<div class="line">In a high wing, beneath pine-trees, where gloom</div> -<div class="line">Dwelleth, dispelled by resinous wood embers,</div> -<div class="line">Where, in half-darkness ... How the heart remembers...</div> -<div class="line">We talked of beauty, and those fiery things</div> -<div class="line">To which the divine desirous spirit clings,</div> -<div class="line">In a wing'd rapture to that heaven flinging,</div> -<div class="line">Where beauty is an easy thing, and singing</div> -<div class="line">The natural speech of man. Like kissing swords</div> -<div class="line">Our wits clashed there; the brittle beauty of words</div> -<div class="line">Breaking, seemed to discover its secret heart</div> -<div class="line">And all the rapt elusiveness of Art.</div> -<div class="line">Now I have known sorrow, and now I sing</div> -<div class="line">That a lovely word is not an idle thing;</div> -<div class="line">For as with stars the cloth of night is spangled,</div> -<div class="line">With star-like words, most lovelily entangled,</div> -<div class="line">The woof of sombre thought is deckt.... Ah, bright</div> -<div class="line">And cold they glitter in the spirit's night!</div> -<div class="line">But neither distant nor dispassionate;</div> -<div class="line">For beauty is an armour against fate....</div> -<div class="line">I tell you, who have stood in the dark alone.</div> -<div class="line">Seeing the face that turneth all to stone,</div> -<div class="line">Medusa, blind with hate,</div> -<div class="line">While I was dying, Beauty sate with me</div> -<div class="line">Nor tortured any longer; gracious was she;</div> -<div class="line">To her soft words I listened, and was content</div> -<div class="line">To die, nor sorry that my light was spent.</div> -<div class="line">So, Brother, if I come not home,</div> -<div class="line">Go to that little room</div> -<div class="line">That my spirit revisiteth, and there,</div> -<div class="line">Somewhere in the blue air, you shall discover</div> -<div class="line">If that you be a lover</div> -<div class="line">Nor haughtily minded, all that once half-shaped</div> -<div class="line">Then fled us, and escaped:</div> -<div class="line">All that I found that day,</div> -<div class="line">Far, so far away.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">And you, my lovely one,</div> -<div class="line">What can I leave to you, who, you having left,</div> -<div class="line">Am utterly bereft?</div> -<div class="line">What in my store of visionary dowers</div> -<div class="line">Is not already yours?</div> -<div class="line">What silences, what hours</div> -<div class="line">Of peace passing all understanding; days</div> -<div class="line">Made lyric by your beauty and its praise;</div> -<div class="line">Years neither time can tarnish, nor death mar,</div> -<div class="line">Wherein you shined as steadfast as a star</div> -<div class="line">In my bleak night, heedless of the cloud-wrack</div> -<div class="line">Scudding in torn fleeces black</div> -<div class="line">Of my dark moods, as those who rule the far</div> -<div class="line">Star-haunted pleasaunces of heaven are?</div> -<div class="line">So think but lightly of that afternoon</div> -<div class="line">With white clouds climbing a blue sky in June</div> -<div class="line">When a boy worshipped under dreaming trees,</div> -<div class="line">Who touched your hand, and sought your eyes.</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">... Ah, cease,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Not these, not these...</div> -<div class="line">Nor yet those nights when icy Brathay thundered</div> -<div class="line">Under his bridges, and ghostly mountains wondered</div> -<div class="line">At the white blossoming of a Christmas rose</div> -<div class="line">More stainless than their snows;</div> -<div class="line">Nor even of those placid days together</div> -<div class="line">Mellow as early autumn's amber weather</div> -<div class="line">When beech is ankleted with fire, and old</div> -<div class="line">Elms wear their livery of yellow gold,</div> -<div class="line">When orchards all are laden with increase,</div> -<div class="line">And the quiet earth hath fruited, and knows peace</div> -<div class="line">Oh, think not overmuch on those sweet years</div> -<div class="line">Lest their last fruit be tears,--</div> -<div class="line">Your tears, beloved, that were my utmost pain,--</div> -<div class="line">But rather, dream again</div> -<div class="line">How that a lover, half poet and half child,</div> -<div class="line">An eager spirit of fragile fancies wild</div> -<div class="line">Compact, adored the beauty and truth in you:</div> -<div class="line">To your own truth be true;</div> -<div class="line">And when, not mournfully, you turn this page</div> -<div class="line">Consider still your starry heritage,</div> -<div class="line">Continue in your loveliness, a star</div> -<div class="line">To gladden me from afar</div> -<div class="line">Even where there is no light</div> -<div class="line">In my last night.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="lochanilaun">LOCHANILAUN</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">This is the image of my last content:</div> -<div class="line">My soul shall be a little lonely lake,</div> -<div class="line">So hidden that no shadow of man may break</div> -<div class="line">The folding of its mountain battlement;</div> -<div class="line">Only the beautiful and innocent</div> -<div class="line">Whiteness of sea-born cloud drooping to shake</div> -<div class="line">Cool rain upon the reed-beds, or the wake</div> -<div class="line">Of churn'd cloud in a howling wind's descent.</div> -<div class="line">For there shall be no terror in the night</div> -<div class="line">When stars that I have loved are born in me,</div> -<div class="line">And cloudy darkness I will hold most fair;</div> -<div class="line">But this shall be the end of my delight:</div> -<div class="line">That you, my lovely one, may stoop and see</div> -<div class="line">Your image in the mirrored beauty there.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="lettermore">LETTERMORE</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">These winter days on Lettermore</div> -<div class="line">The brown west wind it sweeps the bay,</div> -<div class="line">And icy rain beats on the bare</div> -<div class="line">Unhomely fields that perish there:</div> -<div class="line">The stony fields of Lettermore</div> -<div class="line">That drink the white Atlantic spray.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">And men who starve on Lettermore,</div> -<div class="line">Cursing the haggard, hungry surf,</div> -<div class="line">Will souse the autumn's bruisèd grains</div> -<div class="line">To light dark fires within their brains</div> -<div class="line">And fight with stones on Lettermore</div> -<div class="line">Or sprawl beside the smoky turf.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">When spring blows over Lettermore</div> -<div class="line">To bloom the ragged furze with gold,</div> -<div class="line">The lovely south wind's living breath</div> -<div class="line">Is laden with the smell of death:</div> -<div class="line">For fever breeds on Lettermore</div> -<div class="line">To waste the eyes of young and old.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">A black van comes to Lettermore;</div> -<div class="line">The horses stumble on the stones,</div> -<div class="line">The drivers curse,--for it is hard</div> -<div class="line">To cross the hills from Oughterard</div> -<div class="line">And cart the sick from Lettermore:</div> -<div class="line">A stinking load of rags and bones.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">But you will go to Lettermore</div> -<div class="line">When white sea-trout are on the run,</div> -<div class="line">When purple glows between the rocks</div> -<div class="line">About Lord Dudley's fishing-box</div> -<div class="line">Adown the road to Lettermore,</div> -<div class="line">And wide seas tarnish in the sun.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">And so you'll think of Lettermore</div> -<div class="line">As a lost island of the blest:</div> -<div class="line">With peasant lovers in a blue</div> -<div class="line">Dim dusk, with heather drench'd in dew,</div> -<div class="line">And the sweet peace of Lettermore</div> -<div class="line">Remote and dreaming in the West.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="lament">LAMENT</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Once, I think, a finer fire</div> -<div class="line">Touched my lips, and then I sang</div> -<div class="line">Half the songs of my desire:</div> -<div class="line">With their splendour the world rang.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">And their sweetness made me free</div> -<div class="line">Of those starry ways whereby</div> -<div class="line">Planets make their minstrelsy</div> -<div class="line">In echoing, unending sky.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">So, before that spell was broken,</div> -<div class="line">Song of the wind, surge of the sea,--</div> -<div class="line">Beautiful passionate things unspoken</div> -<div class="line">Rose like a breaking wave in me:</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Rose like a wave with curled crest</div> -<div class="line">That green sunlight splinters through...</div> -<div class="line">But the wave broke within my breast:</div> -<div class="line">And now I am a man like you.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="the-lemon-tree">THE LEMON-TREE</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Last night, last night, a vision of you</div> -<div class="line">Sweetly troubled my waking dream:</div> -<div class="line">Beneath the clear Algerian blue</div> -<div class="line">You stood with lifted eyes: the beam</div> -<div class="line">Of a winter sun beat on the crown</div> -<div class="line">Of a lemon-tree, whose delicate fruit</div> -<div class="line">Like pale lamps hung airily down;</div> -<div class="line">And in your gazing eyes a mute</div> -<div class="line">And lovely wonder.... Have I sung</div> -<div class="line">Of slender things and naught beside?</div> -<div class="line">You were so beautifully young</div> -<div class="line">I must have kissed you or have died.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<div class="large left line-block outermost" id="phthonos"> -<div class="line">PHTHONOS</div> -</div> -<div class="large left line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">If, in high jealousy, God made me blind</div> -<div class="line">And laughed to see me stumble in the night,</div> -<div class="line">Driving his many-splintered arrows of light</div> -<div class="line">Into that lost dominion of my mind;</div> -<div class="line">Then, knowing me still unvext and unresigned,</div> -<div class="line">Stole from my ears all homely sounds that might</div> -<div class="line">Temper the darkness, saying, in heaven's despite,</div> -<div class="line">I had not wholly left the world behind;</div> -<div class="line">So, sunless, soundless, if, to make an end,</div> -<div class="line">He smote the nerves that move, the nerves that feel:</div> -<div class="line">Even then, O jealous one, I would not complain</div> -<div class="line">If I were spared the wealth I cannot spend,</div> -<div class="line">If I were left the treasure none can steal:</div> -<div class="line">The lovely words that wander through my brain.</div> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="easter">EASTER</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Adown our lane at Eastertide</div> -<div class="line">Hosts of dancing bluebells lay</div> -<div class="line">In pools of light: and 'Oh,' you cried,</div> -<div class="line">'Look, look at them: I think that they</div> -<div class="line">Are bluer than the laughing sea,'</div> -<div class="line">And 'Look!' you cried, 'a piece of the sky</div> -<div class="line">Has fallen down for you and me</div> -<div class="line">To gaze upon and love.' ... And I,</div> -<div class="line">Seeing in your eyes the dancing blue</div> -<div class="line">And in your heart the innocent birth</div> -<div class="line">Of a pure delight, I knew, I knew</div> -<div class="line">That heaven had fallen upon earth.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="the-leaning-elm">THE LEANING ELM</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Before my window, in days of winter hoar</div> -<div class="line">Huddled a mournful wood:</div> -<div class="line">Smooth pillars of beech, domed chestnut, sycamore,</div> -<div class="line">In stony sleep they stood:</div> -<div class="line">But you, unhappy elm, the angry west</div> -<div class="line">Had chosen from the rest,</div> -<div class="line">Flung broken on your brothers' branches bare,</div> -<div class="line">And left you leaning there</div> -<div class="line">So dead that when the breath of winter cast</div> -<div class="line">Wild snow upon the blast,</div> -<div class="line">The other living branches, downward bowed,</div> -<div class="line">Shook free their crystal shroud</div> -<div class="line">And shed upon your blackened trunk beneath,</div> -<div class="line">Their livery of death....</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">On windless nights between the beechen bars</div> -<div class="line">I watched cold stars</div> -<div class="line">Throb whitely in the sky, and dreamily</div> -<div class="line">Wondered if any life lay locked in thee:</div> -<div class="line">If still the hidden sap secretly moved,</div> -<div class="line">As water in the icy winterbourne</div> -<div class="line">Floweth unheard;</div> -<div class="line">And half I pitied you your trance forlorn:</div> -<div class="line">You could not hear, I thought, the voice of any bird,</div> -<div class="line">The shadowy cries of bats in dim twilight</div> -<div class="line">Or cool voices of owls crying by night....</div> -<div class="line">Hunting by night under the hornèd moon:</div> -<div class="line">Yet half I envied you your wintry swoon,</div> -<div class="line">Till, on this morning mild, the sun, new-risen</div> -<div class="line">Steals from his misty prison;</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">The frozen fallows glow, the black trees shaken</div> -<div class="line">In a clear flood of sunlight vibrating awaken:</div> -<div class="line">And lo, your ravaged bole, beyond belief</div> -<div class="line">Slenderly fledged anew with tender leaf</div> -<div class="line">As pale as those twin vanes that break at last</div> -<div class="line">In a tiny fan above the black beech-mast</div> -<div class="line">Where no blade springeth green</div> -<div class="line">But pallid bells of the shy helleborine.</div> -<div class="line">What is this ecstasy that overwhelms</div> -<div class="line">The dreaming earth? See, the embrownèd elms</div> -<div class="line">Crowding purple distances warm the depths of the wood;</div> -<div class="line">A new-born wind tosses their tassels brown,</div> -<div class="line">His white clouds dapple the down;</div> -<div class="line">Into a green flame bursting the hedgerows stand;</div> -<div class="line">Soon, with banners flying, Spring will walk the land....</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">There is no day for thee, my soul, like this,</div> -<div class="line">No spring of lovely words. Nay, even the kiss</div> -<div class="line">Of mortal love that maketh man divine</div> -<div class="line">This light cannot outshine:</div> -<div class="line">Nay, even poets, they whose frail hands catch</div> -<div class="line">The shadow of vanishing beauty, may not match</div> -<div class="line">This leafy ecstasy. Sweet words may cull</div> -<div class="line">Such magical beauty as time may not destroy;</div> -<div class="line">But we, alas, are not more beautiful:</div> -<div class="line">We cannot flower in beauty as in joy.</div> -<div class="line">We sing, our musèd words are sped, and then</div> -<div class="line">Poets are only men</div> -<div class="line">Who age, and toil, and sicken.... This maim'd tree</div> -<div class="line">May stand in leaf when I have ceased to be.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="the-joyous-lover">THE JOYOUS LOVER</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">O, now that I am free as the air</div> -<div class="line">And fleet as clouds above,</div> -<div class="line">I will wander everywhere</div> -<div class="line">Over the ways I love.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Lightly, lightly will I pass</div> -<div class="line">Nor scatter as I go</div> -<div class="line">A shadow on the blowing grass</div> -<div class="line">Or a footprint in the snow.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">All the wild things of the wood</div> -<div class="line">That once were timid and shy</div> -<div class="line">They shall not flee their solitude</div> -<div class="line">For fear, when I pass by;</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">And beauty, beauty, the wide world over,</div> -<div class="line">Shall blush when I draw near:</div> -<div class="line">She knows her lover, the joyous lover,</div> -<div class="line">And greets him without fear.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">But if I come to the dark room</div> -<div class="line">From which our love hath fled</div> -<div class="line">And bend above you in the gloom</div> -<div class="line">Or kneel beside your bed,</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Smile soft in your sleep, my beautiful one,</div> -<div class="line">For if you should say 'Nay'</div> -<div class="line">To the dream which visiteth you alone,</div> -<div class="line">My joy would wither away.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="dead-poets">DEAD POETS</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 3em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst">ODE WRITTEN AT WILTON HOUSE</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Last night, amazed, I trod on holy ground</div> -<div class="line">Breathing an air that ancient poets knew,</div> -<div class="line">Where, in a valley compassed with sweet sound,</div> -<div class="line">Beneath a garden's alley'd shades of yew,</div> -<div class="line">With eager feet passèd that singer sweet</div> -<div class="line">Who Stella loved, whom bloody Zutphen slew</div> -<div class="line">In the starred zenith of his knightly fame.</div> -<div class="line">There too a dark-stoled figure I did meet:</div> -<div class="line">Herbert, whose faith burned true</div> -<div class="line">And steadfast as the altar candle's flame.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Under the Wilton cedars, pondering</div> -<div class="line">Upon the pains of Beauty and the wrong</div> -<div class="line">That sealeth lovely lips, fated to sing,</div> -<div class="line">Before they reach the cadence of their song,</div> -<div class="line">I mused upon dead poets: mighty ones</div> -<div class="line">Who sang and suffered: briefly heard were they</div> -<div class="line">As Libyan nightingales weary of wing</div> -<div class="line">Fleeing the temper of Saharan suns</div> -<div class="line">To gladden our moon'd May,</div> -<div class="line">And with the broken blossom vanishing.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">So to my eyes a sorrowful vision came</div> -<div class="line">Of one whose name was writ in water: bright</div> -<div class="line">His cheeks and eyes burned with a hectic flame;</div> -<div class="line">And one, alas! I saw whose passionate might</div> -<div class="line">Was spent upon a fevered fen in Greece;</div> -<div class="line">One shade there was who, starving, choked with bread;</div> -<div class="line">One, a drown'd corpse, through stormy water slips;</div> -<div class="line">One in the numbing poppy-juice found peace;</div> -<div class="line">And one, a youth, lay dead</div> -<div class="line">With powdered arsenic upon his lips.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">O bitter were the sorrow that could dull</div> -<div class="line">The sombre music of slow evening</div> -<div class="line">Here, where the old world is so beautiful</div> -<div class="line">That even lesser lips are moved to sing</div> -<div class="line">How the wide heron sails into the light</div> -<div class="line">Black as the cedarn shadows on the lawns</div> -<div class="line">Or stricken woodlands patient in decay,</div> -<div class="line">And river water murmurs through the night</div> -<div class="line">Until autumnal dawns</div> -<div class="line">Burn in the glass of Nadder's watery way.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Nay, these were they by whom the world was lost,</div> -<div class="line">To whom the world most richly gave: forlorn</div> -<div class="line">Beauty they worshipp'd, counting not the cost</div> -<div class="line">If of their torment beauty might be born;</div> -<div class="line">And life, the splendid flower of their delight,</div> -<div class="line">Loving too eagerly, they broke, and spill'd</div> -<div class="line">The perfume that the folded petals close</div> -<div class="line">Before its prime; yet their frail fingers white</div> -<div class="line">From that bruised bloom distill'd</div> -<div class="line">Uttermost attar of the living rose.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Wherefore, O shining ones, I will not mourn</div> -<div class="line">You, who have ravish'd beauty's secret ways</div> -<div class="line">Beneath death's impotent shadow, suffering scorn,</div> -<div class="line">Hatred, and desolation in her praise....</div> -<div class="line">Thus as I spoke their phantom faces smiled,</div> -<div class="line">As brooding night with heavy downward wing</div> -<div class="line">Fell upon Wilton's elegiac stone,</div> -<div class="line">On the dark woodlands and the waters wild</div> -<div class="line">And every living thing--</div> -<div class="line">Leaving me there amazèd and alone.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="porton-water">PORTON WATER</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Through Porton village, under the bridge,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">A clear bourne floweth, with grasses trailing,</div> -<div class="line">Wherein are shadows of white clouds sailing,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">And elms that shelter under the ridge.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Through Porton village we passed one day,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Marching the plain for mile on mile,</div> -<div class="line">And crossed the bridge in single file,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Happily singing, and marched away</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Over the bridge where the shallow races,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Under a clear and frosty sky:</div> -<div class="line">And the winterbourne, as we marched by,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Mirrored a thousand laughing faces.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">O, do we trouble you, Porton river,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">We who laughing passed, and after</div> -<div class="line">Found a resting-place for laughter?</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Over here, where the poplars shiver</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">By stagnant waters, we lie rotten.</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">On windless nights, in the lonely places,</div> -<div class="line">There, where the winter water races,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">O, Porton river, are we forgotten?</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Through Porton village, under the bridge,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">The clear bourne floweth with grasses trailing,</div> -<div class="line">Wherein are shadows of light cloud sailing,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">And elms that shelter under the ridge.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">The pale moon she comes and looks;</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Over the lonely spire she climbs;</div> -<div class="line">For there she is lovelier many times</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Than in the little broken brooks.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="an-old-house">AN OLD HOUSE</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">No one lives in the old house; long ago</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">The voices of men and women left it lonely.</div> -</div> -<div class="line">They shuttered the sightless windows in a row,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Imprisoning empty darkness--darkness only.</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Beyond the garden-closes, with sudden thunder</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">The lumbering troop-train passing clanks and jangles;</div> -</div> -<div class="line">And I, a stranger, peer with careless wonder</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Into the thickets of the garden tangles.</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Yet, as I pass, a transient vision dawns</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Ghostly upon my pondering spirit's gloom,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Of grey lavender bushes and weedy lawns</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">And a solitary cherry-tree in bloom....</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">No one lives in the old house: year by year</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">The plaster crumbles on the lonely walls:</div> -</div> -<div class="line">The apple falls in the lush grass; the pear,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Pulpy with ripeness, on the pathway falls.</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Yet this the garden was, where, on spring nights</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Under the cherry-blossom, lovers plighted</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Have wondered at the moony billows white,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Dreaming uncountable springs by love delighted;</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Whose ears have heard the blackbird's jolly whistle,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">The shadowy cries of bats in twilight flitting</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Zigzag beneath the eaves; or, on the thistle,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">The twitter of autumn birds swinging and sitting;</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Whose eyes, on winter evenings, slow returning</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Saw on the frosted paths pale lamplight fall</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Streaming, or, on the hearth, red embers burning,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">And shadows of children playing in the hall.</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Where have they gone, lovers of another day?</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">(No one lives in the old house; long ago</div> -</div> -<div class="line">They shuttered the sightless windows....) Where are they,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Whose eyes delighted in this moony snow?</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">I cannot tell ... and little enough they care,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Though April spray the cherry-boughs with light,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">And autumn pile her harvest unaware</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Under the walls that echoed their delight.</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">I cannot tell ... yet I am as those lovers;</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">For me, who pass on my predestinate way,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">The prodigal blossom billows and recovers</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">In ghostly gardens a hundred miles away.</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Yet, in my heart, a melancholy rapture</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Tells me that eyes, which now an iron haste</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Hurries to iron days, may here recapture</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">A vision of ancient loveliness gone to waste.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="the-dhows">THE DHOWS</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">South of Guardafui with a dark tide flowing</div> -<div class="line">We hailed two ships with tattered canvas bent to the monsoon,</div> -<div class="line">Hung betwixt the outer sea and pale surf showing</div> -<div class="line">Where dead cities of Libya lay bleaching in the moon.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">'Oh whither be ye sailing with torn sails broken?'</div> -<div class="line">'We sail, we sail for Sheba, at Suliman's behest,</div> -<div class="line">With carven silver phalli for the ebony maids of Ophir</div> -<div class="line">From brown-skinned baharias of Arabia the Blest.'</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">'Oh whither be ye sailing, with your dark flag flying?'</div> -<div class="line">'We sail, with creaking cedar, towards the Northern Star.</div> -<div class="line">The helmsman singeth wearily, and in our hold are lying</div> -<div class="line">A hundred slaves in shackles from the marts of Zanzibar.'</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">'Oh whither be ye sailing...?'</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">'Alas, we sail no longer:</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Our hulls are wrack, our sails are dust, as any man might know.</div> -<div class="line">And why should you torment us? ... Your iron keels are stronger</div> -<div class="line">Than ghostly ships that sailed from Tyre a thousand years ago.'</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="the-gift">THE GIFT</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Marching on Tanga, marching the parch'd plain</div> -<div class="line">Of wavering spear-grass past Pangani River,</div> -<div class="line">England came to me--me who had always ta'en</div> -<div class="line">But never given before--England, the giver,</div> -<div class="line">In a vision of three poplar-trees that shiver</div> -<div class="line">On still evenings of summer, after rain,</div> -<div class="line">By Slapton Ley, where reed-beds start and quiver</div> -<div class="line">When scarce a ripple moves the upland grain.</div> -<div class="line">Then I thanked God that now I had suffered pain,</div> -<div class="line">And, as the parch'd plain, thirst, and lain awake</div> -<div class="line">Shivering all night through till cold daybreak:</div> -<div class="line">In that I count these sufferings my gain</div> -<div class="line">And her acknowledgment. Nay, more, would fain</div> -<div class="line">Suffer as many more for her sweet sake.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="five-degrees-south">FIVE DEGREES SOUTH</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">I love all waves and lovely water in motion,</div> -<div class="line">That wavering iris in comb of the blown spray:</div> -<div class="line">Iris of tumbled nautilus in the wake's commotion,</div> -<div class="line">Their spread sails dipped in a marmoreal way</div> -<div class="line">Unquarried, wherein are greeny bubbles blowing</div> -<div class="line">Plumes of faint spray, cool in the deep</div> -<div class="line">And lucent seas, that pause not in their flowing</div> -<div class="line">To lap the southern starlight while they sleep.</div> -<div class="line">These I have seen, these I have loved and known:</div> -<div class="line">I have seen Jupiter, that great star, swinging</div> -<div class="line">Like a ship's lantern, silent and alone</div> -<div class="line">Within his sea of sky, and heard the singing</div> -<div class="line">Of the south trade, that siren of the air,</div> -<div class="line">Who shivers the taut shrouds, and singeth there.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="fahrenheit">104° FAHRENHEIT</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">To-night I lay with fever in my veins</div> -<div class="line">Consumed, tormented creature of fire and ice,</div> -<div class="line">And, weaving the enhavock'd brain's device,</div> -<div class="line">Dreamed that for evermore I must walk these plains</div> -<div class="line">Where sunlight slayeth life, and where no rains</div> -<div class="line">Abated the fierce air, nor slaked its fire:</div> -<div class="line">So that death seemed the end of all desire,</div> -<div class="line">To ease the distracted body of its pains.</div> -<div class="line">And so I died, and from my eyes the glare</div> -<div class="line">Faded, nor had I further need of breath;</div> -<div class="line">But when I reached my hand to find you there</div> -<div class="line">Beside me, I found nothing.... Lonely was death.</div> -<div class="line">And with a cry I wakened, but to hear</div> -<div class="line">Thin wings of fever singing in my ear.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="fever-trees">FEVER-TREES</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">The beautiful Acacia</div> -<div class="line">She sighs in desert lands:</div> -<div class="line">Over the burning waterways</div> -<div class="line">Of Africa she sways and sways,</div> -<div class="line">Even where no air glideth</div> -<div class="line">In cooling green she stands.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">The beautiful Acacia</div> -<div class="line">She hath a yellow dress:</div> -<div class="line">A slender trunk of lemon sheen</div> -<div class="line">Gleameth through the tender green</div> -<div class="line">(Where the thorn hideth)</div> -<div class="line">Shielding her loveliness.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">The beautiful Acacia</div> -<div class="line">Dwelleth in deadly lands:</div> -<div class="line">Over the brooding waterways</div> -<div class="line">Where death breedeth, she sways and sways,</div> -<div class="line">And no man long abideth</div> -<div class="line">In valleys where she stands.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="the-rain-bird">THE RAIN-BIRD</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">High on the tufted baobab-tree</div> -<div class="line">To-night a rain-bird sang to me</div> -<div class="line">A simple song, of three notes only,</div> -<div class="line">That made the wilderness more lonely;</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">For in my brain it echoed nearly,</div> -<div class="line">Old village church bells chiming clearly:</div> -<div class="line">The sweet cracked bells, just out of tune,</div> -<div class="line">Over the mowing grass in June--</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Over the mowing grass, and meadows</div> -<div class="line">Where the low sun casts long shadows.</div> -<div class="line">And cuckoos call in the twilight</div> -<div class="line">From elm to elm, in level flight.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Now through the evening meadows move</div> -<div class="line">Slow couples of young folk in love,</div> -<div class="line">Who pause at every crooked stile</div> -<div class="line">And kiss in the hawthorn's shade the while:</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Like pale moths the summer frocks</div> -<div class="line">Hover between the beds of phlox,</div> -<div class="line">And old men, feeling it is late,</div> -<div class="line">Cease their gossip at the gate,</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Till deeper still the twilight grows,</div> -<div class="line">And night blossometh, like a rose</div> -<div class="line">Full of love and sweet perfume,</div> -<div class="line">Whose heart most tender stars illume.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Here the red sun sank like lead,</div> -<div class="line">And the sky blackened overhead;</div> -<div class="line">Only the locust chirped at me</div> -<div class="line">From the shadowy baobab-tree.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="moths">MOTHS</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">When I lay wakeful yesternight</div> -<div class="line">My fever's flame was a clear light,</div> -<div class="line">A taper, flaring in the wind,</div> -<div class="line">Whither, fluttering out of the dim</div> -<div class="line">Night, many dreams glimmered by.</div> -<div class="line">Like moths, out of the darkness, blind,</div> -<div class="line">Hurling at that taper's flame,</div> -<div class="line">From drinking honey of the night's flowers</div> -<div class="line">Into my circled light they came:</div> -<div class="line">So near I could see their soft colours,</div> -<div class="line">Grey of the dove, most soothely grey;</div> -<div class="line">But my heat singed their wings, and away</div> -<div class="line">Darting into the dark again,</div> -<div class="line">They escaped me....</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Others floated down</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Like those vaned seeds that fall</div> -<div class="line">In autumn from the sycamore's crown</div> -<div class="line">When no leaf trembleth nor branch is stirred,</div> -<div class="line">More silent in flight than any bird,</div> -<div class="line">Or bat's wings flitting in darkness, soft</div> -<div class="line">As lizards moving on a white wall</div> -<div class="line">They came quietly from aloft</div> -<div class="line">Down through my circle of light, and so</div> -<div class="line">Into unlighted gloom below.</div> -<div class="line">But one dream, strong-winged, daring</div> -<div class="line">Flew beating at the heart of the flame</div> -<div class="line">Till I feared it would have put out my light,</div> -<div class="line">My thin taper, fitfully flaring,</div> -<div class="line">And that I should be left alone in the night</div> -<div class="line">With no more dreams for my delight.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Can it be that from the dead</div> -<div class="line">Even their dreams, their dreams are fled?</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="bete-humaine">BÊTE HUMAINE</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Riding through Ruwu swamp, about sunrise,</div> -<div class="line">I saw the world awake; and as the ray</div> -<div class="line">Touched the tall grasses where they dream till day,</div> -<div class="line">Lo, the bright air alive with dragonflies,</div> -<div class="line">With brittle wings aquiver, and great eyes</div> -<div class="line">Piloting crimson bodies, slender and gay.</div> -<div class="line">I aimed at one, and struck it, and it lay</div> -<div class="line">Broken and lifeless, with fast-fading dyes...</div> -<div class="line">Then my soul sickened with a sudden pain</div> -<div class="line">And horror, at my own careless cruelty,</div> -<div class="line">That where all things are cruel I had slain</div> -<div class="line">A creature whose sweet life it is to fly:</div> -<div class="line">Like beasts that prey with bloody claw...</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Nay, they</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Must slay to live, but what excuse had I?</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="doves">DOVES</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">On the edge of the wild-wood</div> -<div class="line">Grey doves fluttering:</div> -<div class="line">Grey doves of Astarte</div> -<div class="line">To the woods at daybreak</div> -<div class="line">Lazily uttering</div> -<div class="line">Their murmured enchantment,</div> -<div class="line">Old as man's childhood;</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">While she, pale divinity</div> -<div class="line">Of hidden evil,</div> -<div class="line">Silvers the regions chaste</div> -<div class="line">Of cold sky, and broodeth</div> -<div class="line">Over forests primeval</div> -<div class="line">And all that thorny waste's</div> -<div class="line">Wooded infinity.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">'Lovely goddess of groves,'</div> -<div class="line">Cried I, 'what enchanted</div> -<div class="line">Sinister recesses</div> -<div class="line">Of these lone shades</div> -<div class="line">May still be haunted</div> -<div class="line">By thy demon caresses,</div> -<div class="line">Thy unholy loves?'</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">But clear day quelleth</div> -<div class="line">Her dominion lonely,</div> -<div class="line">And the soft ring-dove,</div> -<div class="line">Murmuring, telleth</div> -<div class="line">That dark sin only</div> -<div class="line">From man's lust springeth,</div> -<div class="line">In man's heart dwelleth.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="song-i">SONG</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">I made a song in my love's likeness</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">From colours of my quietude,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">From trees whose blossoms shine no less</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Than butterflies in the wild-wood.</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">I laid claim on all beauty</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Under the sun to praise her wonder,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Till the noise of war swept over me,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Stopp'd my singing mouth with thunder.</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">The angel of death hath swift wings,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">I heard him strip the huddled trees</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Overhead, as a hornet sings,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">And whip the grass about my knees.</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Down we crouched in the parchèd dust,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Down beneath that deadly rain:</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Dead still I lay, as lie one must</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Who hath a bullet in his brain.</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Dead they left me: but my soul, waking,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Quietly laughed at their distress</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Who guessed not that I still was making</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">That new song in my love's likeness.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="before-action">BEFORE ACTION</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Now the wind of the dawn sighs,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Now red embers have burned white,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Under the darkness faints and dies</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">The slow-beating heart of night.</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Into the darkness my eyes peer</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Seeing only faces steel'd,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">And level eyes that know not fear;</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Yet each heart is a battlefield</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Where phantom armies foin and feint</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">And bloody victories are won</div> -</div> -<div class="line">From the time when stars are faint</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">To the rising of the sun.</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">With banners broken, and the roll</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Of drums, at dawn the phantoms fly:</div> -</div> -<div class="line">A man must commune with his soul</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">When he marches out to die.</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">O day of wrath and of desire!</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">For each may know upon this day</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Whether he be a thing of fire</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Or fettered to the traitor clay.</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Such is the hazard that is thrown:</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">We know not how the dice may fall:</div> -</div> -<div class="line">All the secrets shall be known</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Or else we shall not know at all.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="on-a-subaltern-killed-in-action">ON A SUBALTERN KILLED IN ACTION</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Into that dry and most desolate place</div> -<div class="line">With heavy gait they dragged the stretcher in</div> -<div class="line">And laid him on the bloody ground: the din</div> -<div class="line">Of Maxim fire ceased not. I raised his head,</div> -<div class="line">And looked into his face,</div> -<div class="line">And saw that he was dead.</div> -<div class="line">Saw beneath matted curls the broken skin</div> -<div class="line">That let the bullet in;</div> -<div class="line">And saw the limp, lithe limbs, the smiling mouth...</div> -<div class="line">(Ah, may we smile at death</div> -<div class="line">As bravely....) the curv'd lips that no more drouth</div> -<div class="line">Should blacken, and no sweetly stirring breath</div> -<div class="line">Mildly displace.</div> -<div class="line">So I covered the calm face</div> -<div class="line">And stripped the shirt from his firm breast, and there,</div> -<div class="line">A zinc identity disc, a bracelet of elephant hair</div> -<div class="line">I found.... Ah, God, how deep it stings</div> -<div class="line">This unendurable pity of small things!</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">But more than this I saw,</div> -<div class="line">That dead stranger welcoming, more than the raw</div> -<div class="line">And brutal havoc of war.</div> -<div class="line">England I saw, the mother from whose side</div> -<div class="line">He came hither and died, she at whose hems he had play'd,</div> -<div class="line">In whose quiet womb his body and soul were made.</div> -<div class="line">That pale, estrangèd flesh that we bowed over</div> -<div class="line">Had breathed the scent in summer of white clover;</div> -<div class="line">Dreamed her cool fading nights, her twilights long,</div> -<div class="line">And days as careless as a blackbird's song</div> -<div class="line">Heard in the hush of eve, when midges' wings</div> -<div class="line">Make a thin music, and the night-jar spins.</div> -<div class="line">(For it is summer, I thought, in England now....)</div> -<div class="line">And once those forward gazing eyes had seen</div> -<div class="line">Her lovely living green: that blackened brow</div> -<div class="line">Cool airs, from those blue hills moving, had fann'd--</div> -<div class="line">Breath of that holy land</div> -<div class="line">Whither my soul aspireth without despair:</div> -<div class="line">In the broken brain had many a lovely word</div> -<div class="line">Awakened magical echoes of things heard,</div> -<div class="line">Telling of love and laughter and low voices,</div> -<div class="line">And tales in which the English heart rejoices</div> -<div class="line">In vanishing visions of childhood and its glories:</div> -<div class="line">Old-fashioned nursery rhymes and fairy stories:</div> -<div class="line">Words that only an English tongue could tell.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">And the firing died away; and the night fell</div> -<div class="line">On our battle. Only in the sullen sky</div> -<div class="line">A prairie fire, with huge fantastic flame</div> -<div class="line">Leapt, lighting dark clouds charged with thunder.</div> -<div class="line">And my heart was sick with shame</div> -<div class="line">That there, in death, he should lie,</div> -<div class="line">Crying: 'Oh, why am I alive, I wonder?'</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">In a dream I saw war riding the land:</div> -<div class="line">Stark rode she, with bowed eyes, against the glare</div> -<div class="line">Of sack'd cities smouldering in the dark,</div> -<div class="line">A tired horse, lean, with outreaching head,</div> -<div class="line">And hid her face of dread....</div> -<div class="line">Yet, in my passion would I look on her,</div> -<div class="line">Crying, O hark,</div> -<div class="line">Thou pale one, whom now men say bearest the scythe</div> -<div class="line">Of God, that iron scythe forged by his thunder</div> -<div class="line">For reaping of nations overripened, fashioned</div> -<div class="line">Upon the clanging anvil whose sparks, flying</div> -<div class="line">In a starry night, dying, fall hereunder....</div> -<div class="line">But she, she heeded not my cry impassioned</div> -<div class="line">Nor turned her face of dread,</div> -<div class="line">Urging the tired horse, with outreaching head,</div> -<div class="line">O thou, cried I, who choosest for thy going</div> -<div class="line">These bloomy meadows of youth, these flowery ways</div> -<div class="line">Whereby no influence strays</div> -<div class="line">Ruder than a cold wind blowing,</div> -<div class="line">Or beating needles of rain,</div> -<div class="line">Why must thou ride again</div> -<div class="line">Ruthless among the pastures yet unripened,</div> -<div class="line">Crushing their beauty in thine iron track</div> -<div class="line">Downtrodden, ravish'd in thy following flame,</div> -<div class="line">Parched and black?</div> -<div class="line">But she, she stayed not in her weary haste</div> -<div class="line">Nor turned her face; but fled:</div> -<div class="line">And where she passed the lands lay waste....</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">And now I cannot tell whither she rideth:</div> -<div class="line">But tired, tired rides she.</div> -<div class="line">Yet know I well why her dread face she hideth:</div> -<div class="line">She is pale and faint to death. Yea, her day faileth,</div> -<div class="line">Nor all her blood, nor all her frenzy burning,</div> -<div class="line">Nor all her hate availeth:</div> -<div class="line">For she passeth out of sight</div> -<div class="line">Into that night</div> -<div class="line">From which none, none returneth</div> -<div class="line">To waste the meadows of youth,</div> -<div class="line">Nor vex thine eyelids, Routhe,</div> -<div class="line">O sorrowful sister, soother of our sorrow.</div> -<div class="line">And a hope within me springs</div> -<div class="line">That fair will be the morrow,</div> -<div class="line">And that charred plain,</div> -<div class="line">Those flowery meadows, shall rejoice at last</div> -<div class="line">In a sweet, clean</div> -<div class="line">Freshness, as when the green</div> -<div class="line">Grass springeth, where the prairie fire hath passed.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="after-action">AFTER ACTION</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">All through that day of battle the broken sound</div> -<div class="line">Of shattering Maxim fire made mad the wood;</div> -<div class="line">So that the low trees shuddered where they stood,</div> -<div class="line">And echoes bellowed in the bush around:</div> -<div class="line">But when, at last the light of day was drowned,</div> -<div class="line">That madness ceased.... Ah, God, but it was good!</div> -<div class="line">There, in the reek of iodine and blood,</div> -<div class="line">I flung me down upon the thorny ground.</div> -<div class="line">So quiet was it, I might well have been lying</div> -<div class="line">In a room I love, where the ivy cluster shakes</div> -<div class="line">Its dew upon the lattice panes at even:</div> -<div class="line">Where rusty ivory scatters from the dying</div> -<div class="line">Jessamine blossom, and the musk-rose breaks</div> -<div class="line">Her dusky bloom beneath a summer heaven.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="sonnet">SONNET</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Not only for remembered loveliness,</div> -<div class="line">England, my mother, my own, we hold thee rare</div> -<div class="line">Who toil, and fight, and sicken beneath the glare</div> -<div class="line">Of brazen skies that smile on our duress,</div> -<div class="line">Making us crave thy cloudy state no less</div> -<div class="line">Than the sweet clarity of thy rain-wash'd air,</div> -<div class="line">Meadows in moonlight cool, and every fair</div> -<div class="line">Slow-fading flower of thy summer dress:</div> -<div class="line">Not for thy flowers, but for the unfading crown</div> -<div class="line">Of sacrifice our happy brothers wove thee:</div> -<div class="line">The joyous ones who laid thy beauty down</div> -<div class="line">Nor stayed to see it shamed. For these we love thee,</div> -<div class="line">For this (O love, O dread!) we hold thee more</div> -<div class="line">Divinely fair to-day than heretofore.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="a-farewell-to-africa">A FAREWELL TO AFRICA</p> -<p class="pnext">,, vspace:: 2</p> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Now once again, upon the pole-star's bearing,</div> -<div class="line">We plough these furrowed fields where no blade springeth;</div> -<div class="line">Again the busy trade in the halyards singeth</div> -<div class="line">Sun-whitened spindrift from the blown wave shearing;</div> -<div class="line">The uncomplaining sea suffers our faring;</div> -<div class="line">In a brazen glitter our little wake is lost,</div> -<div class="line">And the starry south rolls over until no ghost</div> -<div class="line">Remaineth of us and all our pitiful daring;</div> -<div class="line">For the sea beareth no trace of man's endeavour,</div> -<div class="line">His might enarmoured, his prosperous argosies,</div> -<div class="line">Soundless, within her unsounded caves, forever</div> -<div class="line">She broodeth, knowing neither war nor peace,</div> -<div class="line">And our grey cruisers holds in mind no more</div> -<div class="line">Than the cedarn fleets that Sheba's treasure bore.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="song-ii">SONG</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">What is the worth of war</div> -<div class="line">In a world that turneth, turneth</div> -<div class="line">About a tired star</div> -<div class="line">Whose flaming centre burneth</div> -<div class="line">No longer than the space</div> -<div class="line">Of the spent atom's race:</div> -<div class="line">Where conquered lands, soon, soon</div> -<div class="line">Lie waste as the pale moon?</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">What is the worth of art</div> -<div class="line">In a world that fast forgetteth</div> -<div class="line">Those who have wrung its heart</div> -<div class="line">With beauty that love begetteth,</div> -<div class="line">Whose faint flames vanish quite</div> -<div class="line">In that star-powdered night</div> -<div class="line">Where even the mighty ones</div> -<div class="line">Shine only as far suns?</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">And what is beauty worth,</div> -<div class="line">Sweet beauty, that persuadeth</div> -<div class="line">Of her immortal birth,</div> -<div class="line">Then, as a flower, fadeth:</div> -<div class="line">Or love, whose tender years</div> -<div class="line">End with the mourner's tears,</div> -<div class="line">Die, when the mourner's breath</div> -<div class="line">Is quiet, at last, in death?</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Beauty and love are one,</div> -<div class="line">Even when fierce war clashes:</div> -<div class="line">Even when our fiery sun</div> -<div class="line">Hath burnt itself to ashes,</div> -<div class="line">And the dead planets race</div> -<div class="line">Unlighted through blind space,</div> -<div class="line">Beauty will still shine there:</div> -<div class="line">Wherefore, I worship her.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="the-hawthorn-spray">THE HAWTHORN SPRAY</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">I saw a thrush light on a hawthorn spray,</div> -<div class="line">One moment only, spilling creamy blossom,</div> -<div class="line">While the bough bent beneath her speckled bosom,</div> -<div class="line">Bent, and recovered, and she fluttered away.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">The branch was still; but, in my heart, a pain</div> -<div class="line">Than the thorn'd spray more cruel, stabbed me, only</div> -<div class="line">Remembering days in a far land and lonely</div> -<div class="line">When I had never hoped for summer again.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="the-pavement">THE PAVEMENT</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">In bitter London's heart of stone,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Under the lamplight's shielded glare.</div> -</div> -<div class="line">I saw a soldier's body thrown</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Unto the drabs that traffic there</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Pacing the pavements with slow feet:</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Those old pavements whose blown dust</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Throttles the hot air of the street,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">And the darkness smells of lust.</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">The chaste moon, with equal glance,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Looked down on the mad world, astare</div> -</div> -<div class="line">At those who conquered in sad France</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">And those who perished in Leicester Square.</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">And in her light his lips were pale:</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Lips that love had moulded well:</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Out of the jaws of Passchendaele</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">They had sent him to this nether hell.</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">I had no stone of scorn to fling,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">For I know not how the wrong began--</div> -</div> -<div class="line">But I had seen a hateful thing</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Masked in the dignity of man:</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">And hate and sorrow and hopeless anger</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Swept my heart, as the winds that sweep</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Angrily through the leafless hanger</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">When winter rises from the deep....</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">* * * * *</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">I would that war were what men dream:</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">A crackling fire, a cleansing flame,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">That it might leap the space between</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">And lap up London and its shame.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="to-lydia-lopokova-i">To LYDIA LOPOKOVA</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="left medium pfirst">HER GARLAND</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">O thou who comest to our wintry shade</div> -<div class="line">Gay and light-footed as the virgin Spring,</div> -<div class="line">Before whose shining feet the cherries fling</div> -<div class="line">Their moony tribute, when the sloe is sprayed</div> -<div class="line">With light, and all things musical are made:</div> -<div class="line">O thou who art Spring's daughter, who can bring</div> -<div class="line">Blossom, or song of bird, or anything</div> -<div class="line">To match the youth in which you stand arrayed?</div> -<div class="line">Not that rich garland Meleager twined</div> -<div class="line">In his sun-guarded glade above the blue</div> -<div class="line">That flashes from the burning Tyrian seas:</div> -<div class="line">No, you are cooler, sweeter than the wind</div> -<div class="line">That wakes our woodlands; so I bring to you</div> -<div class="line">These wind-blown blossoms of anemones.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 3em"> -</div> -<p class="left medium pfirst" id="to-lydia-lopokova-ii">HER VARIETY</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Soft as a pale moth flitting in moonshine</div> -<div class="line">I saw thee flutter to the shadowy call</div> -<div class="line">That beckons from the strings of Carneval,</div> -<div class="line">O frail and fragrant image of Columbine:</div> -<div class="line">So, when the spectre of the rose was thine,</div> -<div class="line">A flower wert thou, and last I saw thee fall</div> -<div class="line">In Cleopatra's stormy bacchanal</div> -<div class="line">Flown with the red insurgence of the vine.</div> -<div class="line">O moth, O flower, O mænad, which art thou?</div> -<div class="line">Shadowy, beautiful, or leaping wild</div> -<div class="line">As stormlight over savage Tartar skies?</div> -<div class="line">Such were my ancient questionings; but now</div> -<div class="line">I know that you are nothing but a child</div> -<div class="line">With a red flower's mouth and hazel eyes.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 3em"> -</div> -<p class="left medium pfirst" id="to-lydia-lopokova-iii">HER SWIFTNESS</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">You are too swift for poetry, too fleet</div> -<div class="line">For any musèd numbers to ensnare:</div> -<div class="line">Swifter than music dying on the air</div> -<div class="line">Or bloom upon rose-petals, fades the sweet</div> -<div class="line">Vanishing magic of your flying feet,</div> -<div class="line">Your poisèd finger, and your shining hair:</div> -<div class="line">Words cannot tell how wonderful you were,</div> -<div class="line">Or how one gesture made a joy complete.</div> -<div class="line">And since you know my pen may never capture</div> -<div class="line">The transient swift loveliness of you,</div> -<div class="line">Come, let us salve our sense of the world's loss</div> -<div class="line">Remembering, with a melancholy rapture,</div> -<div class="line">How many dancing-girls ... and poets too...</div> -<div class="line">Dream in the dust of Hecatompylos.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="ghostly-loves">GHOSTLY LOVES</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">'Oh why,' my darling prayeth me, 'must you sing</div> -<div class="line">For ever of ghostly loves, phantasmal passion?</div> -<div class="line">Seeing that you never loved me after that fashion</div> -<div class="line">And the love I gave was not a phantom thing,</div> -<div class="line">But delight of eager lips and strong arms folding</div> -<div class="line">The beauty of yielding arms and of smooth shoulder,</div> -<div class="line">All fluent grace of which you were the moulder:</div> -<div class="line">And I.... Oh, I was happy for your holding.'</div> -<div class="line">'Ah, do you not know, my dearest, have you not seen</div> -<div class="line">The shadow that broodeth over things that perish:</div> -<div class="line">How age may mock sweet moments that have been</div> -<div class="line">And death defile the beauty that we cherish?</div> -<div class="line">Wherefore, sweet spirit, I thank thee for thy giving:</div> -<div class="line">'Tis my spirit that embraceth thee dead or living.'</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="february">FEBRUARY</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">The robin on my lawn,</div> -<div class="line">He was the first to tell</div> -<div class="line">How, in the frozen dawn,</div> -<div class="line">This miracle befell,</div> -<div class="line">Waking the meadows white</div> -<div class="line">With hoar, the iron road</div> -<div class="line">Agleam with splintered light,</div> -<div class="line">And ice where water flowed:</div> -<div class="line">Till, when the low sun drank</div> -<div class="line">Those milky mists that cloak</div> -<div class="line">Hanger and hollied bank,</div> -<div class="line">The winter world awoke</div> -<div class="line">To hear the feeble bleat</div> -<div class="line">Of lambs on downland farms:</div> -<div class="line">A blackbird whistled sweet;</div> -<div class="line">Old beeches moved their arms</div> -<div class="line">Into a mellow haze</div> -<div class="line">Aerial, newly-born:</div> -<div class="line">And I, alone, agaze,</div> -<div class="line">Stood waiting for the thorn</div> -<div class="line">To break in blossom white</div> -<div class="line">Or burst in a green flame...</div> -<div class="line">So, in a single night,</div> -<div class="line">Fair February came,</div> -<div class="line">Bidding my lips to sing</div> -<div class="line">Or whisper their surprise,</div> -<div class="line">With all the joy of spring</div> -<div class="line">And morning in her eyes.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="song-of-the-dark-ages">SONG OF THE DARK AGES</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">We digged our trenches on the down</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Beside old barrows, and the wet</div> -</div> -<div class="line">White chalk we shovelled from below;</div> -<div class="line">It lay like drifts of thawing snow</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">On parados and parapet:</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Until a pick neither struck flint</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Nor split the yielding chalky soil,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">But only calcined human bone:</div> -<div class="line">Poor relic of that Age of Stone</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Whose ossuary was our spoil.</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Home we marched singing in the rain,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">And all the while, beneath our song,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">I mused how many springs should wane</div> -<div class="line">And still our trenches scar the plain:</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">The monument of an old wrong.</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">But then, I thought, the fair green sod</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Will wholly cover that white stain,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">And soften, as it clothes the face</div> -<div class="line">Of those old barrows, every trace</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Of violence to the patient plain.</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">And careless people, passing by,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Will speak of both in casual tone:</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Saying: 'You see the toil they made:</div> -<div class="line">The age of iron, pick, and spade,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Here jostles with the Age of Stone.'</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Yet either from that happier race</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Will merit but a passing glance;</div> -</div> -<div class="line">And they will leave us both alone:</div> -<div class="line">Poor savages who wrought in stone--</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Poor savages who fought in France.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="winter-sunset">WINTER SUNSET</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Athwart the blackening bars of pines benighted,</div> -<div class="line">The sun, descending to the zones of denser</div> -<div class="line">Cloud that o'erhung the long horizon, lighted</div> -<div class="line">Upon the crown of earth a flaming censer</div> -<div class="line">From which white clouds of incense, overflowing,</div> -<div class="line">Filled the chill clarity from whence the swallows</div> -<div class="line">Had lately fled with wreathèd vapours, showing</div> -<div class="line">Like a fine bloom over the lonely fallows:</div> -<div class="line">Where, with the pungent breath of mist was blended</div> -<div class="line">A faint aroma of pine-needles sodden</div> -<div class="line">By autumn rains, and fainter still, ascended</div> -<div class="line">Beneath high woods the scent of leaves downtrodden.</div> -<div class="line">It was a moment when the earth, that sickened</div> -<div class="line">For Spring, as lover when the beloved lingers,</div> -<div class="line">Lay breathless, while the distant goddess quickened</div> -<div class="line">Some southern hill-side with her glowing fingers:</div> -<div class="line">And so, it seemed, the drowsy lands were shaken,</div> -<div class="line">Stirred in their sleep, and sighed, as though the pain</div> -<div class="line">Of a strange dream had bidden them awaken</div> -<div class="line">To frozen days and bitter nights again.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="song-iii">SONG</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Why have you stolen my delight</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">In all the golden shows of Spring</div> -</div> -<div class="line">When every cherry-tree is white</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">And in the limes the thrushes sing,</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">O fickler than the April day,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">O brighter than the golden broom,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">O blyther than the thrushes' lay,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">O whiter than the cherry-bloom,</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">O sweeter than all things that blow ...</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Why have you only left for me</div> -</div> -<div class="line">The broom, the cherry's crown of snow,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">And thrushes in the linden-tree?</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="england-april-1918">ENGLAND--APRIL, 1918</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Last night the North flew at the throat of Spring</div> -<div class="line">With spite to tear her greening banners down,</div> -<div class="line">Tossing the elm-tree's tender tassels brown,</div> -<div class="line">The virgin blossom of sloe burdening</div> -<div class="line">With colder snow; beneath his frosty sting</div> -<div class="line">Patient, the newly-wakened woods were bowed</div> -<div class="line">By drownèd fields where stormy waters flowed:</div> -<div class="line">Yet, on the thorn, I heard a blackbird sing....</div> -<div class="line">'Too late, too late,' he sang, 'this wintry spite;</div> -<div class="line">For molten snow will feed the springing grass:</div> -<div class="line">The tide of life, it floweth with the year.'</div> -<div class="line">O England, England, thou that standest upright</div> -<div class="line">Against the tide of death, the bad days pass:</div> -<div class="line">Know, by this miracle, that summer is near.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="slender-themes">SLENDER THEMES</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">When, by a happier race, these leaves are turned,</div> -<div class="line">They'll wonder that such quiet themes engaged</div> -<div class="line">A soldier's mind when noisy wars were waged,</div> -<div class="line">And half the world in one red bonfire burned.</div> -<div class="line">'When that fierce age,' they'll say, 'went up in flame</div> -<div class="line">He lived ... or died, seeing those bright deeds done</div> -<div class="line">Whereby our sweet and settled peace was won,</div> -<div class="line">Yet offereth slender dreams, not deeds, to Fame.'</div> -<div class="line">Then say: 'Out of the heart the mouth speaketh,</div> -<div class="line">And mine was as the hearts of other men</div> -<div class="line">Whom those dark days impassioned; yet it seeketh</div> -<div class="line">To paint the sombre woes that held us then,</div> -<div class="line">No more than the cloud-rending levin's light</div> -<div class="line">Seeks to illumine the sad skies of night.'</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="invocation">INVOCATION</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Whither, O, my sweet mistress, must I follow thee?</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">For when I hear thy distant footfall nearing,</div> -<div class="line">And wait on thy appearing,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Lo! my lips are silent: no words come to me.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Once I waylaid thee in green forest covers,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Hoping that spring might free my lips with gentle fingers;</div> -<div class="line">Alas! her presence lingers</div> -</div> -<div class="line">No longer than on the plain the shadow of brown kestrel hovers.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Through windless ways of the night my spirit followed after;--</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Cold and remote were they, and there, possessed</div> -<div class="line">By a strange unworldly rest,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Awaiting thy still voice heard only starry laughter.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">The pillared halls of sleep echoed my ghostly tread.</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Yet when their secret chambers I essayed</div> -<div class="line">My spirit sank, dismayed,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Waking in fear to find the new-born vision fled.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Once indeed--but then my spirit bloomed in leafy rapture--</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">I loved; and once I looked death in the eyes:</div> -<div class="line">So, suddenly made wise,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Spoke of such beauty as I may never recapture....</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Whither, O, divine mistress, must I then follow thee?</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Is it only in love ... say, is it only in death</div> -<div class="line">That the spirit blossometh,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">And words that may match my vision shall come to me?</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="thamar">THAMAR</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="left medium pfirst">(<em class="italics">To Thamar Karsavina</em>)</p> -<div class="left line-block medium outermost"> -<div class="line">Once in the sombre light of the throng'd courts of night,</div> -<div class="line">In a dream-haunted land only inhabited</div> -<div class="line">By the unhappy dead, came one who, anxious eyed,</div> -<div class="line">Clung to my idle hand with clenched fingers weak</div> -<div class="line">And gazed into my eyes as he had wrongs to speak.</div> -<div class="line">Silent he stood and wan, more pallid than the leaves</div> -<div class="line">Of an aspen blown under a wind that grieves.</div> -<div class="line">Then I: 'O haggard one, say from what ghostly zone</div> -<div class="line">Of thwarted destinies or torment hast thou come?</div> -<div class="line">Tell me thy race and name!' And he, with veiled face:</div> -<div class="line">'I have neither name nor race, but I have travelled far,</div> -<div class="line">A timeless avatar of never-ending dooms,</div> -<div class="line">Out of those tyrannous glooms where, like a tired star</div> -<div class="line">In stormy darkness, looms the castle of Thamar...</div> -<div class="line">Once in a lonely dawn my eager spirit fared</div> -<div class="line">By ways that no men dared unto a desert land,</div> -<div class="line">Where, on a sullen strand, a mouldering city, vast</div> -<div class="line">As towered Babylon, stood in the dreamy sand--</div> -<div class="line">Older a million years: Babel was builded on</div> -<div class="line">That broken city's tears; dust of her crumbled past</div> -<div class="line">Rose from the rapid wheels of Babel's charioteers</div> -<div class="line">In whorled clouds above those shining thoroughfares</div> -<div class="line">Where Babel's millions tread on her unheeding dead.</div> -<div class="line">Forth from an eastern gate where the lips of Asia wait</div> -<div class="line">Parch'd with an ancient thirst that no æons can abate,</div> -<div class="line">Passed I, predestinate, to a thorn'd desert's drought,</div> -<div class="line">Where the rivers of the south, flowing in a cloudy spate,</div> -<div class="line">Spend at last their splendid strength in a sea of molten glass</div> -<div class="line">Seething with the brazen might of a white sun dipped at length</div> -<div class="line">Like a baked stone, burning hot, plunged in a hissing pot.</div> -<div class="line">Out of that solemn portal over the tawny waste,</div> -<div class="line">Without stay, without haste, nor the joy of any mortal</div> -<div class="line">Glance of eye or clasp of hand, desolate, in a burning land,</div> -<div class="line">Lonely days and nights I travelled and the changing seasons squandered</div> -<div class="line">Friendless, endlessly, I wandered nor my woven fate unravelled;</div> -<div class="line">Drawn to a hidden goal, sore, forlorn with waiting,</div> -<div class="line">Seeking I knew not what, yet unhesitating</div> -<div class="line">Struggled my hapless soul...</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">There, in a thousand springs,</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Slow, beneath frozen snow, where the blind earth lay cringing,</div> -<div class="line">Have I seen the steppe unfold uncounted blossomings,</div> -<div class="line">Where salty pools shone fair in a quivering blue air</div> -<div class="line">That shivered every fringing reed-bed with cool delight,</div> -<div class="line">And fanned the mazy flight of slow-wing'd egrets white</div> -<div class="line">Beating and wheeling bright against the sun astare;</div> -<div class="line">But I could not hear their wings for they were ghostly things</div> -<div class="line">Sent by the powers of night to mock my sufferings</div> -<div class="line">And rain upon the bitter waterpools their drops aglitter.</div> -<div class="line">Yet, when these lakes accursed tortured my aching thirst,</div> -<div class="line">The green reeds fell to dust, the cool pools to a crust</div> -<div class="line">Of frozen salt crystallised to taunt my broken lips,</div> -<div class="line">To cheat my staring eyes, as a vision of great ships</div> -<div class="line">With moving towers of sail, poops throng'd with grinning crowds</div> -<div class="line">And a wind in their shrouds, bears down upon the pale</div> -<div class="line">Wasted castaway afloat with the salt in his throat</div> -<div class="line">And a feeble wild desire to be quenched of his fire</div> -<div class="line">In the green gloom beneath.</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">So, again and again,</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Hath a phantom city thrust to the visionary vault</div> -<div class="line">Of inviolate cobalt, dome and dreaming minaret</div> -<div class="line">Mosque and gleaming water-tower hazy in a fountain's jet</div> -<div class="line">Or a market's rising dust; and my lips have cried aloud</div> -<div class="line">To see them tremble there, though I knew within my heart</div> -<div class="line">They were chiselled out of cloud or carven of thin air;</div> -<div class="line">And my fingers clenched my hand, for I wondered if this land</div> -<div class="line">Of my stony pilgrimage were a glimmering mirage,</div> -<div class="line">And I myself no more than a phantom of the sand.</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">'But beyond these fading slender cities, many leagues away,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Strange brooding mountains lay heaped, crowding range on range</div> -<div class="line">In a changing cloudy splendour; and beyond, in lakes of light,</div> -<div class="line">As eastward still I staggered, there swam into my sight,</div> -<div class="line">More vast and hoar and haggard, shoulders of ice and snow</div> -<div class="line">Bounding the heavens low of burnished brass, whereunder</div> -<div class="line">The hot plains of Cathay perpetually slumber:</div> -<div class="line">Where tawny millions breed in cities without number,</div> -<div class="line">Whither, a hill-born thunder, rolling on Tartary</div> -<div class="line">With torrents and barb'd lightning, swelleth the yellow river</div> -<div class="line">To a tumult of whitening foam and confusèd might</div> -<div class="line">That drowns in a single night many a mud-made city;</div> -<div class="line">And cities of boats, and frail cities of lath and reed,</div> -<div class="line">Are whirled away without pity or set afloat in a pale,</div> -<div class="line">Swirling, shallow sea ... and their names seem lost for ever</div> -<div class="line">Till a stranger nomad race drive their herds to the sad place</div> -<div class="line">Where old sorrows lie forgotten, and raise upon the rotten</div> -<div class="line">Level waste another brood to await another flood.</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">'But I never might attain to this melancholy plain</div> -</div> -<div class="line">For the mountains rose between; stark in my path they lay</div> -<div class="line">Between me and Cathay, through moving mist half-seen.</div> -<div class="line">And I knew that they were real, for their drooping folds of cloud</div> -<div class="line">Enwrapped me in a shroud, and the air that fell at night</div> -<div class="line">From their frozen summits white slid like an ice-blue steel</div> -<div class="line">Into my living breast and stilled the heart within</div> -<div class="line">As the chill of an old sin that robs a man of rest,</div> -<div class="line">Killing all delight in the silence of the night</div> -<div class="line">And brooding black above till the heart dare not move</div> -<div class="line">But lieth cold and numb ... and the dawn will not come.</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">'Yet to me a dawn came, new-kindled in cold flame,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Flinging the imminence of those inviolate snows</div> -<div class="line">On the forest lawns below in a shadow more immense</div> -<div class="line">Than their eternal vastness; and a new hope beyond reason,</div> -<div class="line">Flamed in my heart's dark season, dazzled my pallid eyes,</div> -<div class="line">Till, when the hot sun soared above the uttermost height,</div> -<div class="line">A draught of keen delight into my body was poured,</div> -<div class="line">For all that frozen fastness lay flowered with the spring:</div> -<div class="line">Her starry blossoms broke beneath my bruisèd feet,</div> -<div class="line">And their beauty was so sweet to me I kissed them where they lay;</div> -<div class="line">Yea, I bent my weary hips and kissed them with dry lips,</div> -<div class="line">Tenderly, only dreading lest their petals delicate</div> -<div class="line">Should be broken by my treading, for I lived, I lived again,</div> -<div class="line">And my heart would have been broken by a living creature's pain,</div> -<div class="line">So I kissed them for a token of my joy in their new birth,</div> -<div class="line">And I kissed the gentle earth. Slowly the shadows crept</div> -<div class="line">To the bases of the crags, and I slept....</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">'Once, in another life, had I remembered sleep,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">When tired children creep on to their mother's knees,</div> -<div class="line">And there a dreamless peace more quietly descendeth</div> -<div class="line">Than gentle evening endeth or ring-doves fold their wings,</div> -<div class="line">Before the nightjar spins or the nightingale begins;</div> -<div class="line">When the brooding hedgerow trees where they nest lie awake</div> -<div class="line">And breathe so soft they shake not a single shuddering leaf</div> -<div class="line">Lest the silence should break.</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">'Other sleep have I known,</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Deeper, beyond belief, when straining limbs relax</div> -<div class="line">After hot human toil in yellow harvest fields</div> -<div class="line">Where the panting earth yields a smell of baked soil,</div> -<div class="line">And the dust of dry stubbles blows over the whitening</div> -<div class="line">Shocks of lank grain and bundles of flax,</div> -<div class="line">And men fling themselves down forgetting their troubles,</div> -<div class="line">Unheedful of the song that the landrail weaves along</div> -<div class="line">Misty woodlands, or lightning that the pale sky laves</div> -<div class="line">Like phosphorescent waves washing summer seas:</div> -<div class="line">And, more beautiful than these, that sleep of dazèd wonder</div> -<div class="line">When love has torn asunder the veils of the sky</div> -<div class="line">And raptured lovers lie faint in each other's arms</div> -<div class="line">Beneath a heaven strewn with myriad starry swarms,</div> -<div class="line">Where planets float like lonely gold-flowered nenuphars</div> -<div class="line">In pools of the sky; yet, when they wake, they turn</div> -<div class="line">From those burning galaxies seeking heaven only</div> -<div class="line">In each other's eyes, and sigh, and sleep again;</div> -<div class="line">For while they sleep they seem to forget the world's pain,</div> -<div class="line">And when they wake, they dream....</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">'But other sleep was mine</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line">As I had drunk of wine with bitter hemlock steep'd,</div> -<div class="line">Or sousèd with the heapèd milky poppyheads</div> -<div class="line">A drowsy Tartar treads where slow waters sweep</div> -<div class="line">Over red river beds, and the air is heavy with sleep.</div> -<div class="line">So, when I woke at last, the labouring earth had rolled</div> -<div class="line">Eastward under the vast dominion of night,</div> -<div class="line">Funereal, forlorn as that unlighted chamber</div> -<div class="line">Wherein she first was born, bereft of all starlight,</div> -<div class="line">Pale silver of the moon, or the low sun's amber.</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">'Then to my queen I prayed, grave Ashtoreth, whose shade</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Hallows the dim abyss of Heliopolis,</div> -<div class="line">Where many an olive maid clashed kissing Syrian cymbals,</div> -<div class="line">And silver-sounding timbrels shivered through the vale.</div> -<div class="line">O lovely, and O white, under the holy night</div> -<div class="line">Is their gleaming wonder, and their brows are pale</div> -<div class="line">As the new risen moon, dancing till they swoon</div> -<div class="line">In far forests under desolate Lebanon,</div> -<div class="line">While the flame of Moloch's pyre reddens the sea-born cloud</div> -<div class="line">That overshadows Tyre; so, when I cried aloud,</div> -<div class="line">Behold, a torch of fire leapt on the mountain-side!</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">'O bright, O beautiful! for never kindlier light</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Fell on the darkened sight of mortal eyes and dull</div> -<div class="line">Since that devoted one, whom gloomy Caucasus</div> -<div class="line">In icy silence lonely bound to his cruel shoulders,</div> -<div class="line">Brought to benighted men in a hollow fennel-stem</div> -<div class="line">Sparks of the torrid vapour that burned behind the bars</div> -<div class="line">Of evening, broke dawn's rose, or smouldered in the stars,</div> -<div class="line">Or lit the glowworm's taper, or wavered over the fen,</div> -<div class="line">Or tipped the javelin of the far-ravening levin,</div> -<div class="line">Lash of the Lord of Heaven and bitter scourge of sin.</div> -<div class="line">O beautiful, O bright! my tired sinews strained</div> -<div class="line">To this torch that flared and waned as a watery planet gloweth</div> -<div class="line">And waneth in the night when a calm sea floweth</div> -<div class="line">Under a misty sky spread with the tattered veils</div> -<div class="line">Of rapid cloud driven over the deeps of heaven</div> -<div class="line">By winds that range too high to sweep the languid sails.</div> -<div class="line">On through the frozen night, like a blind moth flying</div> -<div class="line">With battered wing and bruisèd bloom into a light,</div> -<div class="line">I dragged my ragged limbs, cared not if I were dying,</div> -<div class="line">Knew not if I were dead, where cavernous crevasses,</div> -<div class="line">And stony desperate passes snared, waylaid my tread:</div> -<div class="line">In the roar of broken boulders split from rocky shoulders,</div> -<div class="line">In the thunder of snow sliding, or under the appalling</div> -<div class="line">Rending of glacier ice or hoarse cataracts falling:</div> -<div class="line">And I knew not what could save me but the unholy guiding</div> -<div class="line">That some demon gave me. Thrice I fell, and thrice</div> -<div class="line">In torrents of blue ice-water slipp'd and was toss'd</div> -<div class="line">Like a dead leaf, or a ghost</div> -<div class="line">Harried by thin bufferings of wind</div> -<div class="line">Downward to Tartarus at daybreak,</div> -<div class="line">Downward to the regions of the lost....</div> -<div class="line">But the rushing waters ceased, and the bitter wind fell:</div> -<div class="line">How I cannot tell, unless that I had come</div> -<div class="line">To the hollow heart of the storm where the wind is dumb;</div> -<div class="line">And there my gelid blood thawed, glowed, and grew warm,</div> -<div class="line">While a black-hooded form caught at my arm, and stayed</div> -<div class="line">And held me as I swayed, until, at last, I saw</div> -<div class="line">In a strange unworldly awe, at the gate of light I stood:</div> -<div class="line">And I entered, alone....</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">'Behold a cavern of stone carven, and in the midst</div> -</div> -<div class="line">A brazier that hissed with tongued flames, leaping</div> -<div class="line">Over whitened embers of gummy frankincense,</div> -<div class="line">Into a fume of dense and fragrant vapour, creeping</div> -<div class="line">Over the roof to spread a milky coverlet</div> -<div class="line">Softer than the woof of webby spider's net.</div> -<div class="line">But never spider yet spun a more delicate wonder</div> -<div class="line">Than that which hung thereunder, drooping fold on fold,</div> -<div class="line">Silks that glowed with fire of tawny Oxus gold,</div> -<div class="line">Richer than ever flowed from the eager fancy of man</div> -<div class="line">In his vain desire for beauty that endures:</div> -<div class="line">And on the floor were spread by many a heaped daiwan</div> -<div class="line">Carpets of Kurdistan, cured skins, and water-ewers</div> -<div class="line">Encrusted with such gems as emperors of Hind</div> -<div class="line">(Swart conquerors, long dead) sought for their diadems.</div> -</div> -<div class="left line-block medium outermost"> -<div class="line">No other light was there but one torch, flaring</div> -<div class="line">Against a square of sky possess'd by the wind,</div> -<div class="line">And never another sound but the tongued flames creeping.</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">'At last, my eyes staring into the clouded gloom,</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Saw that the caverned room with shadowy forms was strewn</div> -<div class="line">In heavy sleep or swoon fallen, who did not move</div> -<div class="line">But lay as mortals lie in the sweet release of love.</div> -<div class="line">And stark between them stood huge eunuchs of ebony,</div> -<div class="line">Mute, motionless, as they had been carven of black wood.</div> -<div class="line">But these I scarcely saw, for, through the flame was seen</div> -<div class="line">Another, a queen, with heavy closèd eyes</div> -<div class="line">White against the skies of that empurpled night</div> -<div class="line">In her loveliness she lay, and leaned upon her hand:</div> -<div class="line">And my blood leapt at the sight, so that I could not stand</div> -<div class="line">But fell upon my knees, pleading, and cried aloud</div> -<div class="line">For her white loveliness as Ixion for his cloud:</div> -<div class="line">And my cry the silence broke, and the sleepers awoke</div> -<div class="line">From their slumber, stirred, and rose every one,--save those</div> -<div class="line">Mute eunuchs of ebony, those frowning caryatides.</div> -<div class="line">Slowly she looked at me, and when I cried again</div> -<div class="line">In yearning and in pain, she beckoned with her hand.</div> -<div class="line">Then from my knees rose I, and greatly daring,</div> -<div class="line">Through the hazy air, past the brazier flaring</div> -<div class="line">And the hissing flame, crept, until I came</div> -<div class="line">Unto the carven seat, and kissed her white feet;</div> -<div class="line">And she smiled, but spake not.</div> -<div class="line">When she smiled the sleepers wavered as the grass</div> -<div class="line">Of a cornfield wavers when the ears are swept</div> -<div class="line">By the breath of brown reapers singing as they pass,</div> -<div class="line">Or grass of woody glades when a wind that has slept</div> -<div class="line">Wakens, and invades their moonlit solitude,</div> -<div class="line">When the hazels shiver and the birch is blown</div> -<div class="line">To a billow of silver, but oaks in the wood</div> -<div class="line">Stand firm nor quiver, stand firm as stone:</div> -<div class="line">So, amid the sleepers, the black eunuchs stood.</div> -<div class="line">When the sleepers stirred faintly in the heat</div> -<div class="line">Of that painted room a silken sound I heard,</div> -<div class="line">And a thin music, sweet as the brown nightingale</div> -<div class="line">Sings in the jealous shade of a lonely spinney,</div> -<div class="line">Stranger far than any music mortal made</div> -<div class="line">Fell softer than the dew falleth when stars are pale.</div> -<div class="line">Sweet it was, and clear as light, or as the tears</div> -<div class="line">That sad Narcissus wears in the spring of the year</div> -<div class="line">On barren mountain ranges where rain falls cool</div> -<div class="line">And every lonely pool is sprayed with broken light:</div> -<div class="line">So cool, so beautiful, and so divinely strange</div> -<div class="line">I doubted if it came from any marshy reed</div> -<div class="line">Or hollow fluting stem pluck'd by the hands of men,</div> -<div class="line">Unless it were indeed that airy fugitive</div> -<div class="line">Syrinx, who cried and ran before the laughing eyes</div> -<div class="line">Of goat-footed Pan, and must for ever live</div> -<div class="line">A shadowy green reed by an Arcadian river--</div> -<div class="line">But never music made of Ladon's reedy daughter</div> -<div class="line">Or singing river-water more sweet than that which stole,</div> -<div class="line">Slow as amber honey wells from the honeycomb,</div> -<div class="line">Into my weary soul with solace and strange peace.</div> -<div class="line">So, trembling as I lay in a dream more desolate</div> -<div class="line">Than is the darkened day of the mid-winter north,</div> -<div class="line">I heard the voice of one who sang in a strange tongue,</div> -<div class="line">And I know not what he sang save that he sang of love,</div> -<div class="line">The while they led me forth unheeding, till we came</div> -<div class="line">Unto a chamber lit with one slow-burning flame</div> -<div class="line">That yellow horn bedims, and laid me down, and there</div> -<div class="line">They soothed my bruised limbs, and combed my tangled hair,</div> -<div class="line">And salved my limbs with rarely-mingled unguents pressed</div> -<div class="line">By hands of holy ones who dream beneath the suns</div> -<div class="line">Of Araby the Blest, and so, when they had bathed</div> -<div class="line">My burning eyes with milk of dreamy anodyne</div> -<div class="line">And cool'd my throat with wine,</div> -<div class="line">In robings of cool silk my broken body they swathed,</div> -<div class="line">Sandals of gold they placed upon my feet, and round</div> -<div class="line">My sad sun-blistered brows a silver fillet bound--</div> -<div class="line">Decking me with the pride of a bridegroom that goes</div> -<div class="line">To the joy of his bride and is lovely in her eyes--</div> -<div class="line">And led me to her side. Then, as a conquering prince,</div> -<div class="line">I, who long since had been battered and tost</div> -<div class="line">Like a dead leaf or ghost buffeted by wild storms,</div> -<div class="line">Came to her white arms, conquering, and was lost,</div> -<div class="line">Yet dared not gaze upon the beauty that I dreamed.</div> -<div class="line">So, in my trance, it seemed that a shadowy soft dance</div> -<div class="line">Coiled slowly and unwound, swayed, beckoned, and recovered</div> -<div class="line">As hooded cobra bound by hollow spells of sound</div> -<div class="line">Unto the piper sways; so silently they hovered</div> -<div class="line">I only heard the beat of their naked feet,</div> -<div class="line">And then, another sound....</div> -<div class="line">A dull throb thrumming, a noise of faint drumming,</div> -<div class="line">Threatening, coming nearer, piercing deeper</div> -<div class="line">Than a dream lost in the heart of a sleeper</div> -<div class="line">Into those deeps where the dark fire gloweth,</div> -<div class="line">The secret flame that every man knoweth,</div> -<div class="line">Embers that smoulder, fires that none can fan,</div> -<div class="line">Terrible, older than the mind of man....</div> -<div class="line">Before he crawled from his swamp and spurned</div> -<div class="line">The life of the beast that dark fire burned</div> -<div class="line">In the hidden deeps where no dream can come:</div> -<div class="line">Only the throbbing of a drum</div> -<div class="line">Can wake it from its smouldering--</div> -<div class="line">Sightless, soundless, senseless, dumb--</div> -<div class="line">Dumb as those blind seeds that lie</div> -<div class="line">Drown'd in mud, and shuddering,</div> -<div class="line">I knew that I was man no more,</div> -<div class="line">But a throbbing core of flesh, that knew</div> -<div class="line">Nor beauty, nor truth, nor anything</div> -<div class="line">But the black sky and the slimy earth:</div> -<div class="line">Roots of trees, and fear, and pain,</div> -<div class="line">The blank of death, the pangs of birth,</div> -<div class="line">An inhuman thing possess'd</div> -<div class="line">By the throbbing of a drum:</div> -<div class="line">And my lips were strange and numb,</div> -<div class="line">But they kissed her white breast....</div> -<div class="line">Then, being drunk with pride and splendour of love, I cried:</div> -<div class="line">'"O spring of all delight, O moonèd mystery,</div> -<div class="line">O living marvel, white as the dead queen of night,</div> -<div class="line">O flower, and O flame ... tell me at least thy name</div> -<div class="line">That, from this desolate height, I may proclaim its wonder</div> -<div class="line">To the lost lands hereunder before thy beauty dies</div> -<div class="line">As fades the fire of dawn upon a peak of snow!"'</div> -<div class="line">Then: "Look," she sighed, "into my eyes, and thou shalt know."</div> -<div class="line">So, with her fingers frail, she pressed my brows, and so,</div> -<div class="line">Slowly, at last, she raised my drooping eyelids pale,</div> -<div class="line">And in her eyes I gazed.</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">'Then fear, than love more blind,</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Caught at my heart and fast in chains of horror bound--</div> -<div class="line">As one who in profound and midnight forest ways</div> -<div class="line">Sees in the dark the burning eyes of a tiger barred</div> -<div class="line">Or stealthy footed pard blaze in a solemn hate</div> -<div class="line">And lust of human blood, yet cannot cry, nor turning</div> -<div class="line">Flee from the huddled wood, but stands and sees his fate,</div> -<div class="line">Or one who in a black night, groping for his track,</div> -<div class="line">Clings to the dizzy verge of a cragged precipice,</div> -<div class="line">Shrinks from the dim abyss, yet dare not venture back,</div> -<div class="line">And no sound hears but the hiss of empty air</div> -<div class="line">Swirling past his ears.... So, in a hideous</div> -<div class="line">Abandonment of hope, I waited for her kiss.</div> -<div class="line">Then the restless beat of the muttering drum</div> -<div class="line">Rose to a frenzied heat; the naked dancers leapt</div> -<div class="line">Insolent through the flame, laughing as they came</div> -<div class="line">With parted lips; their cries deadened my ears, my eyes</div> -<div class="line">Throbbed with the pattering of their rapid feet,</div> -<div class="line">And the whirling dust of their dancing swept</div> -<div class="line">Into my throat unslaked, dry-parchèd with love's drought,</div> -<div class="line">Until my mouth was pressed upon her burning mouth</div> -<div class="line">In a kiss most terrible.... Oh, was it pride, or shame</div> -<div class="line">Unending, without name, or ecstasy, or pain</div> -<div class="line">Or desperate desire? Alas! I cannot tell,</div> -<div class="line">Save that it pierced my trembling soul and body with fire.</div> -<div class="line">For, while her soft lips clove to mine in love, she drove</div> -<div class="line">A flaming blade of steel into my breast, and I,</div> -<div class="line">Rent with a bitter cry, slid from her side and fell</div> -<div class="line">Clutching in dumb despair the dark unbraided hair</div> -<div class="line">My passion had despoiled; while she, like serpent coiled,</div> -<div class="line">Poised for another stroke, terribly, slowly, smiled,</div> -<div class="line">Saying: "O stranger, red, red are my lips, and sweet</div> -<div class="line">Unto those lips so red are the kisses of the dead:</div> -<div class="line">Far hast thou wandered, far, for the kisses of Thamar."</div> -<div class="line">Then a deep silence fell on the frenzy and the laughter;</div> -<div class="line">The leaping dancers crept to the shadows where they had slept,</div> -<div class="line">And the mute eunuchs stood forth, and hugely bent</div> -<div class="line">Above my body, spent in its pool of blood,</div> -<div class="line">And hove me with black arms, while the queen followed after</div> -<div class="line">With stealthy steps, and eyes that burned into the night</div> -<div class="line">Of my dying brain, till, with her hand, she bade</div> -<div class="line">Them falter, and they stayed, while, eagerly, she propped</div> -<div class="line">My listless head that dropped downward from my shoulders,</div> -<div class="line">And slowly raised it up, raised it like a cup</div> -<div class="line">Unto her lips again,</div> -<div class="line">Then shuddered, trembled, shrunk, as though her mouth had drunk</div> -<div class="line">A potion where the fell fire of poison smoulders.</div> -<div class="line">And a darkness came, and I could see no more,</div> -<div class="line">But in my ears the roar of lonely torrents swelled</div> -<div class="line">And stilled my breath for ever, as though a wave appalling</div> -<div class="line">Had broken in my brain, and deep to deep were calling:</div> -<div class="line">And I felt my body falling down and down and down</div> -<div class="line">Into a blank of death, where dumb waters roll</div> -<div class="line">Endlessly, only knowing, that her dagger had stabbed my breast,</div> -<div class="line">But her kiss had killed my soul.</div> -<div class="line">And now I know no rest until again I stand</div> -<div class="line">Where that lost city's towers rise from the dreamy sand,</div> -<div class="line">Until I reach the gate where the lips of Asia wait,</div> -<div class="line">Till I cross the desert's drought, and the rivers of the south,</div> -<div class="line">And shiver through the night under those summits white</div> -<div class="line">That soar above Cathay; until I see the light</div> -<div class="line">Flame from those tyrannous glooms where, like a tired star</div> -<div class="line">In stormy darkness, looms the castle of Thamar.'</div> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="large left pfirst" id="envoi">ENVOI</p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Now that the hour has come, and under the lonely</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">Darkness I stumble at the doors of death,</div> -<div class="line">It is not hope, nor faith</div> -</div> -<div class="line">That here my spirit sustaineth, but love only.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">In visions, in love: only there have I clutched at divinity:</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">But the vision fadeth; yet love fades not: and for this</div> -<div class="line">I would have you know that your kiss</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Was more to me than all my hopes of infinity.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">Therein you made me divine ... you, who were moon and sun for me,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">You, for whose beauty I would have forsaken the splendour of the stars</div> -<div class="line">And my shadowy avatars</div> -</div> -<div class="line">Renounced: for there is nothing in the world you have not done for me.</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line">So that when at length all sentient skill hath forsaken me,</div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line">And the bright world beats vainly on my consciousness,</div> -<div class="line">Your beauty shineth no less:</div> -</div> -<div class="line">And even if I were dead I think your shadow would awaken me.</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 6em"> -</div> -<!-- -*- encoding: utf-8 -*- --> -<div class="backmatter"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst" id="pg-end-line">*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK <span>POEMS</span> ***</p> -<div class="cleardoublepage"> -</div> -<div class="language-en level-2 pgfooter section" id="a-word-from-project-gutenberg" xml:lang="en" lang="en"> -<span id="pg-footer"></span><h2 class="level-2 pfirst section-title title">A Word from Project Gutenberg</h2> -<p class="pfirst">We will update this book if we find any errors.</p> -<p class="pnext">This book can be found under: <a class="reference external" href="http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/40344"><span>http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/40344</span></a></p> -<p class="pnext">Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no one -owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation (and -you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without -permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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