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If you -are not located in the United States, you'll have to check the laws -of the country where you are located before using this ebook.</span></p> -<p class="noindent pnext"></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<div class="align-None container" id="pg-machine-header"> -<p class="noindent pfirst"><span>Title: Selected Poems -<br /> -<br />Author: Rupert Brooke -<br /> -<br />Release Date: February 18, 2015 [EBook #48306] -<br /> -<br />Language: English -<br /> -<br />Character set encoding: UTF-8</span></p> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst" id="pg-start-line"><span>*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK </span><span>SELECTED POEMS</span><span> ***</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst" id="pg-produced-by"><span>Produced by Al Haines.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst"><span></span></p> -</div> -<div class="align-None container titlepage"> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="bold xx-large">Selected Poems</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="bold large">by Rupert Brooke</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 3em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="medium">London -<br />Sidgwick & Jackson, Ltd. -<br />3 Adam St., W.C. -<br />1922</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -</div> -<div class="align-None container verso"> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="small">First Edition, March 1917 -<br />Second Impression, April 1917 -<br />Third Impression, May 1918 -<br />Fourth Impression, February 1919 -<br />Fifth Impression, January 1920 -<br />Sixth Impression, January 1922</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="small">All rights reserved</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst"><span class="bold large">Contents</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#day-that-i-have-loved">Day that I have Loved</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#on-the-death-of-smet-smet-the-hippopotamus-goddess">On the Death of Smet-Smet, the Hippopotamus-Goddess</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#second-best">Second Best</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-hill">The Hill</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#sonnet-oh-death-will-find-me">Sonnet ("Oh! Death will find me")</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#dust">Dust</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#song">Song</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#kindliness">Kindliness</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-voice">The Voice</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#menelaus-and-helen">Menelaus and Helen</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-jolly-company">The Jolly Company</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#thoughts-on-the-shape-of-the-human-body">Thoughts on the Shape of the Human Body</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#town-and-country">Town and Country</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-fish">The Fish</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#dining-room-tea">Dining-room Tea</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-old-vicarage-grantchester">The Old Vicarage, Grantchester</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-funeral-of-youth">The Funeral of Youth</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#beauty-and-beauty">Beauty and Beauty</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-chilterns">The Chilterns</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#love">Love</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-busy-heart">The Busy Heart</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#he-wonders-whether-to-praise-or-blame-her">He Wonders Whether to Praise or Blame Her</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#hauntings">Hauntings</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#one-day">One Day</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#sonnet">Sonnet</a><span> (</span><em class="italics">Suggested by some of the Proceedings -<br />of the Society for Psychical Research</em><span>) -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#clouds">Clouds</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#mutability">Mutability</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#heaven">Heaven</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#tiare-tahiti">Tiare Tahiti</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#retrospect">Retrospect</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-great-lover">The Great Lover</a><span> -<br /></span><a class="reference internal" href="#the-treasure">The Treasure</a><span> -<br />1914: -<br /> </span><a class="reference internal" href="#i-peace">I. Peace</a><span> -<br /> </span><a class="reference internal" href="#ii-safety">II. Safety</a><span> -<br /> </span><a class="reference internal" href="#iii-the-dead">III. The Dead</a><span> -<br /> </span><a class="reference internal" href="#iv-the-dead">IV. The Dead</a><span> -<br /> </span><a class="reference internal" href="#v-the-soldier">V. The Soldier</a></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="day-that-i-have-loved"><span class="bold large">Day that I have Loved</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead hands.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The grey veils of the half-light deepen; colour dies.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>I bear you, a light burden, to the shrouded sands,</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Where lies your waiting boat, by wreaths of the sea's making</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Mist-garlanded, with all grey weeds of the water crowned.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>There you'll be laid, past fear of sleep or hope of waking;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And over the unmoving sea, without a sound,</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Faint hands will row you outward, out beyond our sight,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Us with stretched arms and empty eyes on the far-gleaming</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And marble sand....</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Beyond the shifting cold twilight,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Further than laughter goes, or tears, further than dreaming,</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>There'll be no port, no dawn-lit islands! But the drear</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Waste darkening, and, at length, flame ultimate on the deep.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Oh, the last fire—and you, unkissed, unfriended there!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Oh, the lone way's red ending, and we not there to weep!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>(We found you pale and quiet, and strangely crowned with flowers,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Lovely and secret as a child. You came with us,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Came happily, hand in hand with the young dancing hours,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>High on the downs at dawn!) Void now and tenebrous,</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>The grey sands curve before me....</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>From the inland meadows,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Fragrant of June and clover, floats the dark and fills</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The hollow sea's dead face with little creeping shadows,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And the white silence brims the hollow of the hills.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Close in the nest is folded every weary wing,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Hushed all the joyful voices, and we, who held you dear,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Eastward we turn and homeward, alone, remembering...</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Day that I loved, day that I loved, the Night is here!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="on-the-death-of-smet-smet-the-hippopotamus-goddess"><span class="bold large">On the Death of Smet-Smet, the -<br />Hippopotamus-Goddess</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span>SONG OF A TRIBE OF THE ANCIENT EGYPTIANS</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span>(</span><em class="italics">The Priests within the Temple</em><span>)</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>She was wrinkled and huge and hideous?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>She was our Mother.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>She was lustful and lewd?—but a God; we had none other.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>In the day She was hidden and dumb, but at nightfall moaned in the shade;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>We shuddered and gave Her Her will in the darkness; we were afraid.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>(</span><em class="italics">The People without</em><span>)</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>She sent us pain,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And we bowed before Her;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>She smiled again</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And bade us adore Her.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>She solaced our woe</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And soothed our sighing;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And what shall we do</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Now God is dying?</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>(</span><em class="italics">The Priests within</em><span>)</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>She was hungry and ate our children;—how should we stay Her?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>She took our young men and our maidens;—ours to obey Her.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>We were loathed and mocked and reviled of all nations; that was our pride.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>She fed us, protected us, loved us, and killed us; now She has died.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>(</span><em class="italics">The People without</em><span>)</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>She was so strong;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>But Death is stronger.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>She ruled us long;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>But Time is longer.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>She solaced our woe</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And soothed our sighing;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And what shall we do</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Now God is dying?</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="second-best"><span class="bold large">Second Best</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Here in the dark, O heart;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Alone with the enduring Earth, and Night,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And Silence, and the warm strange smell of clover;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Clear-visioned, though it break you; far apart</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>From the dead best, the dear and old delight;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Throw down your dreams of immortality,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>O faithful, O foolish lover!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Here's peace for you, and surety; here the one</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Wisdom—the truth!—"All day the good glad sun</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Showers love and labour on you, wine and song;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The greenwood laughs, the wind blows, all day long</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Till night." And night ends all things.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Then shall be</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>No lamp relumed in heaven, no voices crying,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Or changing lights, or dreams and forms that hover!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>(And, heart, for all your sighing,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>That gladness and those tears are over, over....)</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>And has the truth brought no new hope at all,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Heart, that you're weeping yet for Paradise?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Do they still whisper, the old weary cries?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>"</span><em class="italics">'Mid youth and song, feasting and carnival,</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Through laughter, through the roses, as of old</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Comes Death, on shadowy and relentless feet,</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Death, unappeasable by prayer or gold;</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Death is the end, the end!</em><span>"</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greet</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Death as a friend!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Exile of immortality, strongly wise,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Strain through the dark with undesirous eyes</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>To what may lie beyond it. Sets your star,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>O heart, for ever! Yet, behind the night,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Waits for the great unborn, somewhere afar,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Some white tremendous daybreak. And the light,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Returning, shall give back the golden hours,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Ocean a windless level, Earth a lawn</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Spacious and full of sunlit dancing-places,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And laughter, and music, and, among the flowers,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The gay child-hearts of men, and the child-faces</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>O heart, in the great dawn!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-hill"><span class="bold large">The Hill</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>You said, "Through glory and ecstasy we pass;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Wind, sun, and earth remain, the birds sing still,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>When we are old, are old...." "And when we die</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>All's over that is ours; and life burns on</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Through other lovers, other lips," said I,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>—"Heart of my heart, our heaven is now, is won!"</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>"We are Earth's best, that learnt her lesson here.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Life is our cry. We have kept the faith!" we said;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>"We shall go down with unreluctant tread</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Rose-crowned into the darkness!" ... Proud we were,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And laughed, that had such brave true things to say.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>—And then you suddenly cried, and turned away.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="sonnet-oh-death-will-find-me"><span class="bold large">Sonnet</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Of watching you; and swing me suddenly</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Into the shade and loneliness and mire</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Of the last land! There, waiting patiently,</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>One day, I think, I'll feel a cool wind blowing,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>See a slow light across the Stygian tide,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And hear the Dead about me stir, unknowing,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And tremble. And </span><em class="italics">I</em><span> shall know that you have died,</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>And watch you, a broad-browed and smiling dream,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Pass, light as ever, through the lightless host,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Quietly ponder, start, and sway, and gleam—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Most individual and bewildering ghost!—</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>And turn, and toss your brown delightful head,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Amusedly, among the ancient Dead.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="dust"><span class="bold large">Dust</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>When the white flame in us is gone,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And we that lost the world's delight</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Stiffen in darkness, left alone</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>To crumble in our separate night;</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>When your swift hair is quiet in death,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And through the lips corruption thrust</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Has stilled the labour of my breath—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>When we are dust, when we are dust!—</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Not dead, not undesirous yet,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Still sentient, still unsatisfied,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>We'll ride the air, and shine, and flit,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Around the places where we died,</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>And dance as dust before the sun,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And light of foot, and unconfined,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Hurry from road to road, and run</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>About the errands of the wind.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>And every mote, on earth or air,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Will speed and gleam, down later days,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And like a secret pilgrim fare</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>By eager and invisible ways,</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Nor ever rest, nor ever lie,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Till, beyond thinking, out of view,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>One mote of all the dust that's I</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Shall meet one atom that was you.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Then in some garden hushed from wind,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Warm in a sunset's afterglow,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The lovers in the flowers will find</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>A sweet and strange unquiet grow</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Upon the peace; and, past desiring,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>So high a beauty in the air,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And such a light, and such a quiring,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And such a radiant ecstasy there,</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>They'll know not if it's fire, or dew,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Or out of earth, or in the height,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Singing, or flame, or scent, or hue,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Or two that pass, in light, to light,</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Out of the garden, higher, higher...</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>But in that instant they shall learn</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The shattering ecstasy of our fire,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And the weak passionless hearts will burn</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>And faint in that amazing glow,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Until the darkness close above;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And they will know—poor fools, they'll know!—</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>One moment, what it is to love.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="song"><span class="bold large">Song</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>"Oh! Love," they said, "is King of Kings,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And Triumph is his crown.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Earth fades in flame before his wings,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And Sun and Moon bow down."—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But that, I knew, would never do;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And Heaven is all too high.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>So whenever I meet a Queen, I said,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>I will not catch her eye.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>"Oh! Love," they said, and "Love," they said,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>"The gift of Love is this;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>A crown of thorns about thy head,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And vinegar to thy kiss!"—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But Tragedy is not for me;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And I'm content to be gay.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>So whenever I spied a Tragic Lady,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>I went another way.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>And so I never feared to see</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>You wander down the street,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Or come across the fields to me</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>On ordinary feet.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>For what they'd never told me of,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And what I never knew,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>It was that all the time, my love,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Love would be merely you.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="kindliness"><span class="bold large">Kindliness</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>When love has changed to kindliness—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>So tight that Time's an old god's dream</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Nodding in heaven, and whisper stuff</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Seven million years were not enough</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>To think on after, make it seem</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Less than the breath of children playing,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>A blasphemy scarce worth the saying,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>A sorry jest, "When love has grown</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>To kindliness—to kindliness!" ...</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And yet—the best that either's known</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Will change, and wither, and be less,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>At last, than comfort, or its own</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Remembrance. And when some caress</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Tendered in habit (once a flame</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>All heaven sang out to) wakes the shame</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Unworded, in the steady eyes</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>We'll have,—</span><em class="italics">that</em><span> day, what shall we do?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Being so noble, kill the two</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Who've reached their second-best? Being wise,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Break cleanly off, and get away,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Follow down other windier skies</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>New lures, alone? Or shall we stay,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Since this is all we've known, content</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>In the lean twilight of such day,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And not remember, not lament?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>That time when all is over, and</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Hand never flinches, brushing hand;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And blood lies quiet, for all you're near;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And it's but spoken words we hear,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Where trumpets sang; when the mere skies</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Are stranger and nobler than your eyes;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And flesh is flesh, was flame before;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And infinite hungers leap no more</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>In the chance swaying of your dress;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And love has changed to kindliness.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-voice"><span class="bold large">The Voice</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Safe in the magic of my woods</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>I lay, and watched the dying light.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Faint in the pale high solitudes,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And washed with rain and veiled by night,</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Silver and blue and green were showing.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And the dark woods grew darker still;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And birds were hushed; and peace was growing;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And quietness crept up the hill;</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>And no wind was blowing ...</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>And I knew</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>That this was the hour of knowing,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And the night and the woods and you</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Were one together, and I should find</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Soon in the silence the hidden key</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Of all that had hurt and puzzled me—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Why you were you, and the night was kind,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And the woods were part of the heart of me.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>And there I waited breathlessly,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Alone; and slowly the holy three,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The three that I loved, together grew</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>One, in the hour of knowing,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Night, and the woods, and you——</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>And suddenly</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>There was an uproar in my woods,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The noise of a fool in mock distress,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Crashing and laughing and blindly going,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Of ignorant feet and a swishing dress,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And a Voice profaning the solitudes.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>The spell was broken, the key denied me.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And at length your flat clear voice beside me</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Mouthed cheerful clear flat platitudes.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>You came and quacked beside me in the wood.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>You said, "The view from here is very good!"</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>You said, "It's nice to be alone a bit!"</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And, "How the days are drawing out!" you said.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>You said, "The sunset's pretty, isn't it?"</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>* * * * *</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>By God! I wish—I wish that you were dead!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="menelaus-and-helen"><span class="bold large">Menelaus and Helen</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">I</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Hot through Troy's ruin Menelaus broke</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>To Priam's palace, sword in hand, to sate</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>On that adulterous whore a ten years' hate</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And a king's honour. Through red death, and smoke,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And cries, and then by quieter ways he strode,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Till the still innermost chamber fronted him.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>He swung his sword, and crashed into the dim</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Luxurious bower, flaming like a god.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>High sat white Helen, lonely and serene.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>He had not remembered that she was so fair,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And that her neck curved down in such a way;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And he felt tired. He flung the sword away,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And kissed her feet, and knelt before her there,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The perfect Knight before the perfect Queen.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="bold medium">II</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>So far the poet. How should he behold</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>That journey home, the long connubial years?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>He does not tell you how white Helen bears</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Child on legitimate child, becomes a scold,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Haggard with virtue. Menelaus bold</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Waxed garrulous, and sacked a hundred Troys</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Twixt noon and supper. And her golden voice</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Got shrill as he grew deafer. And both were old.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Often he wonders why on earth he went</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Troyward, or why poor Paris ever came.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Oft she weeps, gummy-eyed and impotent;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Her dry shanks twitch at Paris' mumbled name.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>So Menelaus nagged; and Helen cried;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And Paris slept on by Scamander side.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-jolly-company"><span class="bold large">The Jolly Company</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>The stars, a jolly company,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>I envied, straying late and lonely;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And cried upon their revelry:</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>"O white companionship! You only</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>In love, in faith unbroken dwell,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Friends radiant and inseparable!"</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Light-heart and glad they seemed to me</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And merry comrades (even so</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">God out of Heaven may laugh to see</em></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">The happy crowds; and never know</em></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">That in his lone obscure distress</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Each walketh in a wilderness)</em><span>.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>But I, remembering, pitied well</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And loved them, who, with lonely light,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>In empty infinite spaces dwell,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Disconsolate. For, all the night,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>I heard the thin gnat-voices cry,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Star to faint star, across the sky.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="thoughts-on-the-shape-of-the-human-body"><span class="bold large">Thoughts on the Shape of the Human Body</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>How can we find? how can we rest? how can</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>We, being gods, win joy, or peace, being man?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>We, the gaunt zanies of a witless Fate,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Who love the unloving, and the lover hate,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Forget the moment ere the moment slips,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Kiss with blind lips that seek beyond the lips,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Who want, and know not what we want, and cry</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>With crooked mouths for Heaven, and throw it by.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Love's for completeness! No perfection grows</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>'Twixt leg, and arm, elbow, and ear, and nose,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And joint, and socket; but unsatisfied</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Sprawling desires, shapeless, perverse, denied.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Finger with finger wreathes; we love, and gape,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Fantastic shape to mazed fantastic shape,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Straggling, irregular, perplexed, embossed,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Grotesquely twined, extravagantly lost</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>By crescive paths and strange protuberant ways</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>From sanity and from wholeness and from grace.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>How can love triumph, how can solace be,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Where fever turns toward fever, knee toward knee?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Could we but fill to harmony, and dwell</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Simple as our thought and as perfectible,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Rise disentangled from humanity</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Strange whole and new into simplicity,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Grow to a radiant round love, and bear</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Unfluctuant passion for some perfect sphere,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Love moon to moon unquestioning, and be</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Like the star Lunisequa, steadfastly</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Following the round clear orb of her delight,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Patiently ever, through the eternal night!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="town-and-country"><span class="bold large">Town and Country</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Here, where love's stuff is body, arm and side</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Are stabbing-sweet 'gainst chair and lamp and wall.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>In every touch more intimate meanings hide;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And flaming brains are the white heart of all</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Here, million pulses to one centre beat:</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Closed in by men's vast friendliness, alone,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Two can be drunk with solitude, and meet</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>On the sheer point where sense with knowing's one.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Here the green-purple clanging royal night,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And the straight lines and silent walls of town,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And roar, and glare, and dust, and myriad white</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Undying passers, pinnacle and crown</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Intensest heavens between close-lying faces</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>By the lamp's airless fierce ecstatic fire;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And we've found love in little hidden places,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Under great shades, between the mist and mire.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Stay! though the woods are quiet, and you've heard</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Night creep along the hedges. Never go</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Where tangled foliage shrouds the crying bird,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And the remote winds sigh, and waters flow!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Lest—as our words fall dumb on windless noons,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Or hearts grow hushed and solitary, beneath</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Unheeding stars and unfamiliar moons,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Or boughs bend over, close and quiet as death,—</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Unconscious and unpassionate and still,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Cloud-like we lean and stare as bright leaves stare,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And gradually along the stranger hill</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Our unwalled loves thin out on vacuous air,</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>And suddenly there's no meaning in our kiss,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And your lit upward face grows, where we lie</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Lonelier and dreadfuller than sunlight is,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And dumb and mad and eyeless like the sky.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-fish"><span class="bold large">The Fish</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>In a cool curving world he lies</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And ripples with dark ecstasies.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The kind luxurious lapse and steal</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Shapes all his universe to feel</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And know and be; the clinging stream</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Closes his memory, glooms his dream,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Who lips the roots o' the shore, and glides</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Superb on unreturning tides.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Those silent waters weave for him</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>A fluctuant mutable world and dim,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Where wavering masses bulge and gape</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Mysterious, and shape to shape</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Dies momently through whorl and hollow,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And form and line and solid follow</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Solid and line and form to dream</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Fantastic down the eternal stream;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An obscure world, a shifting world,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Bulbous, or pulled to thin, or curled,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Or serpentine, or driving arrows,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Or serene slidings, or March narrows.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>There slipping wave and shore are one,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And weed and mud. No ray of sun,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But glow to glow fades down the deep</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>(As dream to unknown dream in sleep);</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Shaken translucency illumes</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The hyaline of drifting glooms;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The strange soft-handed depth subdues</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Drowned colour there, but black to hues,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>As death to living, decomposes—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Red darkness of the heart of roses,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Blue brilliant from dead starless skies,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And gold that lies behind the eyes,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The unknown unnameable sightless white</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>That is the essential flame of night,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Lustreless purple, hooded green,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The myriad hues that lie between</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Darkness and darkness!...</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And all's one,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Gentle, embracing, quiet, dun,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The world he rests in, world he knows,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Perpetual curving. Only—grows</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An eddy in that ordered falling,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>A knowledge from the gloom, a calling</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Weed in the wave, gleam in the mud—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The dark fire leaps along his blood;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Dateless and deathless, blind and still,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The intricate impulse works its will;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>His woven world drops back; and he,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Sans providence, sans memory,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Unconscious and directly driven,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Fades to some dank sufficient heaven.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>O world of lips, O world of laughter,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Where hope is fleet and thought flies after,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Of lights in the clear night, of cries</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>That drift along the wave and rise</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Thin to the glittering stars above,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>You know the hands, the eyes of love!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The strife of limbs, the sightless clinging,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The infinite distance, and the singing</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Blown by the wind, a flame of sound,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The gleam, the flowers, and vast around</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The horizon, and the heights above—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>You know the sigh, the song of love!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>But there the night is close, and there</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Darkness is cold and strange and bare;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And the secret deeps are whisperless;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And rhythm is all deliciousness;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And joy is in the throbbing tide,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Whose intricate fingers beat and glide</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>In felt bewildering harmonies</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Of trembling touch; and music is</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The exquisite knocking of the blood.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Space is no more, under the mud;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>His bliss is older than the sun.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Silent and straight the waters run.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The lights, the cries, the willows dim,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And the dark tide are one with him.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="dining-room-tea"><span class="bold large">Dining-room Tea</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>When you were there, and you, and you,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Happiness crowned the night; I too,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Laughing and looking, one of all,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I watched the quivering lamplight fall</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>On plate and flowers and pouring tea</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And cup and cloth; and they and we</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Flung all the dancing moments by</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>With jest and glitter. Lip and eye</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Flashed on the glory, shone and cried,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Improvident, unmemoried;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And fitfully and like a flame</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The light of laughter went and came.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Proud in their careless transience moved</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The changing faces that I loved.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Till suddenly, and otherwhence,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I looked upon your innocence.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>For lifted clear and still and strange</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>From the dark woven flow of change</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Under a vast and starless sky</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I saw the immortal moment lie.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>One instant I, an instant, knew</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>As God knows all. And it and you</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I, above Time, oh, blind! could see</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>In witless immortality.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I saw the marble cup; the tea,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Hung on the air, an amber stream;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I saw the fire's unglittering gleam,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The painted flame, the frozen smoke.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>No more the flooding lamplight broke</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>On flying eyes and lips and hair;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But lay, but slept unbroken there,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>On stiller flesh, and body breathless,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And lips and laughter stayed and deathless,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And words on which no silence grew.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Light was more alive than you.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>For suddenly, and otherwhence,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I looked on your magnificence.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I saw the stillness and the light,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And you, august, immortal, white,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Holy and strange; and every glint</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Posture and jest and thought and tint</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Freed from the mask of transiency,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Triumphant in eternity,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Immote, immortal.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Dazed at length</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Human eyes grew, mortal strength</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Wearied; and Time began to creep.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Change closed about me like a sleep.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Light glinted on the eyes I loved.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The cup was filled. The bodies moved.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The drifting petal came to ground.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The laughter chimed its perfect round.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The broken syllable was ended.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And I, so certain and so friended,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>How could I cloud, or how distress,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The heaven of your unconsciousness?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Or shake at Time's sufficient spell,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Stammering of lights unutterable?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The eternal holiness of you,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The timeless end, you never knew,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The peace that lay, the light that shone.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>You never knew that I had gone</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>A million miles away, and stayed</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>A million years. The laughter played</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Unbroken round me; and the jest</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Flashed on. And we that knew the best</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Down wonderful hours grew happier yet.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I sang at heart, and talked, and eat,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And lived from laugh to laugh, I too,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When you were there, and you, and you.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-old-vicarage-grantchester"><span class="bold large">The Old Vicarage, Grantchester</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><em class="italics">Café des Westens</em><span> -<br /></span><em class="italics">Berlin, May 1912</em></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Just now the lilac is in bloom,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>All before my little room;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And in my flower-beds, I think,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Smile the carnation and the pink;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And down the borders, well I know,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The poppy and the pansy blow...</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Oh! there the chestnuts, summer through,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Beside the river make for you</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>A tunnel of green gloom, and sleep</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Deeply above; and green and deep</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The stream mysterious glides beneath,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Green as a dream and deep as death.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>—Oh, damn! I know it! And I know</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>How the May fields all golden show,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And when the day is young and sweet,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Gild gloriously the bare feet</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>That run to bathe....</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Du lieber Gott!</em></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Here am I, sweating, sick, and hot,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And there the shadowed waters fresh</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Lean up to embrace the naked flesh.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Temperamentvott</em><span> German Jews</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Drink beer around;—and there the dews</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Are soft beneath a morn of gold.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Here tulips bloom as they are told;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Unkempt about those hedges blows</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An English unofficial rose;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And there the unregulated sun</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Slopes down to rest when day is done,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And wakes a vague unpunctual star,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>A slippered Hesper; and there are</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Meads towards Haslingfield and Coton</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Where </span><em class="italics">das Betreten</em><span>'s not </span><em class="italics">verboten</em><span>....</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>[Greek: eíthe genoimen] ... would I were</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>In Grantchester, in Grantchester!—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Some, it may be, can get in touch</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>With Nature there, or Earth, or such.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And clever modern men have seen</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>A Faun a-peeping through the green,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And felt the Classics were not dead,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>To glimpse a Naiad's reedy head,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Or hear the Goat-foot piping low;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But these are things I do not know.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I only know that you may lie</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Day long and watch the Cambridge sky,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And, flower-lulled in sleepy grass,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Hear the cool lapse of hours pass,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Until the centuries blend and blur</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>In Grantchester, in Grantchester....</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Still in the dawnlit waters cool</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>His ghostly Lordship swims his pool,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And tries the strokes, essays the tricks,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Long learnt on Hellespont, or Styx,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Dan Chaucer hears his river still</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Chatter beneath a phantom mill.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Tennyson notes, with studious eye,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>How Cambridge waters hurry by....</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And in that garden, black and white,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Creep whispers through the grass all night;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And spectral dance, before the dawn,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>A hundred Vicars down the lawn;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Curates, long dust, will come and go</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>On lissom, clerical, printless toe;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And oft between the boughs is seen</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The sly shade of a Rural Dean....</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Till, at a shiver in the skies,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Vanishing with Satanic cries,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The prim ecclesiastic rout</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Leaves but a startled sleeper-out,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Grey heavens, the first bird's drowsy calls,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The falling house that never falls.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>God! I will pack, and take a train,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And get me to England once again!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>For England's the one land, I know,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Where men with Splendid Hearts may go;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And Cambridgeshire, of all England,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The shire for Men who Understand;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And of </span><em class="italics">that</em><span> district I prefer</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The lovely hamlet Grantchester.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>For Cambridge people rarely smile,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Being urban, squat, and packed with guile;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And Royston men in the far South</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Are black and fierce and strange of mouth;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>At Over they fling oaths at one,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And worse than oaths at Trumpington,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And Ditton girls are mean and dirty,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And there's none in Harston under thirty,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And folks in Shelford and those parts</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Have twisted lips and twisted hearts,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And Barton men make Cockney rhymes,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And Coton's full of nameless crimes,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And things are done you'd not believe</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>At Madingley, on Christmas Eve.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Strong men have run for miles and miles,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When one from Cherry Hinton smiles;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Strong men have blanched, and shot their wives</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Rather than send them to St. Ives;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Strong men have cried like babes, bydam,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>To hear what happened at Babraham.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But Grantchester! ah, Grantchester!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>There's peace and holy quiet there,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Great clouds along pacific skies,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And men and women with straight eyes,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Lithe children lovelier than a dream,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>A bosky wood, a slumbrous stream,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And little kindly winds that creep</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Round twilight corners, half asleep.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>In Grantchester their skins are white;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>They bathe by day, they bathe by night;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The women there do all they ought;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The men observe the Rules of Thought.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>They love the Good; they worship Truth;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>They laugh uproariously in youth;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>(And when they get to feeling old,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>They up and shoot themselves, I'm told)....</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Ah God! to see the branches stir</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Across the moon at Grantchester!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>To smell the thrilling-sweet and rotten</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Unforgettable, unforgotten</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>River-smell, and hear the breeze</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Sobbing in the little trees.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Say, do the elm-clumps greatly stand,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Still guardians of that holy land?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The chestnuts shade, in reverend dream,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The yet unacademic stream?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Is dawn a secret shy and cold</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Anadyomene, silver-gold?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And sunset still a golden sea</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>From Haslingfield to Madingley?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And after, ere the night is born,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Do hares come out about the corn?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Oh, is the water sweet and cool,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Gentle and brown, above the pool?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And laughs the immortal river still</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Under the mill, under the mill?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Say, is there Beauty yet to find?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And Certainty? and Quiet kind?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Deep meadows yet, for to forget</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The lies, and truths, and pain? ... oh! yet</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Stands the Church clock at ten to three?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And is there honey still for tea?</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-funeral-of-youth"><span class="bold large">The Funeral of Youth: Threnody</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>The day that </span><em class="italics">Youth</em><span> had died,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>There came to his grave-side,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>In decent mourning, from the county's ends,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Those scattered friends</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Who had lived the boon companions of his prime,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And laughed with him and sung with him and wasted,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>In feast and wine and many-crown'd carouse,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The days and nights and dawnings of the time</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When </span><em class="italics">Youth</em><span> kept open house,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Nor left untasted</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Aught of his high emprise and ventures dear,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>No quest of his unshar'd—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>All these, with loitering feet and sad head bar'd,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Followed their old friend's bier.</span></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Folly</em><span> went first,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>With muffled bells and coxcomb still revers'd;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And after trod the bearers, hat in hand—</span></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Laughter</em><span>, most hoarse, and Captain </span><em class="italics">Pride</em><span> with tanned</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And martial face all grim, and fussy </span><em class="italics">Joy</em><span>,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Who had to catch a train, and </span><em class="italics">Lust</em><span>, poor, snivelling boy;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>These bore the dear departed.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Behind them, broken-hearted,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Came </span><em class="italics">Grief</em><span>, so noisy a widow, that all said,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>"Had he but wed</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Her elder sister </span><em class="italics">Sorrow</em><span>, in her stead."</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And by her, trying to soothe her all the time,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The fatherless children, </span><em class="italics">Colour</em><span>, </span><em class="italics">Tune</em><span>, and </span><em class="italics">Rhyme</em></div> -<div class="line"><span>(The sweet lad </span><em class="italics">Rhyme</em><span>), ran all-uncomprehending.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Then, at the way's sad ending,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Round the raw grave they stay'd. Old </span><em class="italics">Wisdom</em><span> read,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>In mumbling tone, the Service for the Dead.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>There stood </span><em class="italics">Romance</em><span>,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The furrowing tears had mark'd her rougèd cheek;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Poor old </span><em class="italics">Conceit</em><span>, his wonder unassuag'd;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Dead </span><em class="italics">Innocency's</em><span> daughter, </span><em class="italics">Ignorance</em><span>;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And shabby, ill-dress'd </span><em class="italics">Generosity</em><span>;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And </span><em class="italics">Argument</em><span>, too full of woe to speak;</span></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Passion</em><span>, grown portly, something middle-aged;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And </span><em class="italics">Friendship</em><span>—not a minute older, she;</span></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Impatience</em><span>, ever taking out his watch;</span></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Faith</em><span>, who was deaf, and had to lean to catch</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Old </span><em class="italics">Wisdom's</em><span> endless drone.</span></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Beauty</em><span> was there,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Pale in her black; dry-eyed; she stood alone.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Poor maz'd </span><em class="italics">Imagination</em><span>; </span><em class="italics">Fancy</em><span> wild;</span></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Ardour</em><span>, the sunlight on his greying hair;</span></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Contentment</em><span>, who had known </span><em class="italics">Youth</em><span> as a child</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And never seen him since. And </span><em class="italics">Spring</em><span> came too,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Dancing over the tombs, and brought him flowers—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>She did not stay for long.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And </span><em class="italics">Truth</em><span>, and </span><em class="italics">Grace</em><span>, and all the merry crew,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The laughing </span><em class="italics">Winds</em><span> and </span><em class="italics">Rivers</em><span>, and lithe </span><em class="italics">Hours</em><span>;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And </span><em class="italics">Hope</em><span>, the dewy-eyed; and sorrowing </span><em class="italics">Song</em><span>;—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Yes, with much woe and mourning general,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>At dead </span><em class="italics">Youth's</em><span> funeral,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Even these were met once more together, all,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Who erst the fair and living </span><em class="italics">Youth</em><span> did know;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>All, except only </span><em class="italics">Love</em><span>. </span><em class="italics">Love</em><span> had died long ago.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="beauty-and-beauty"><span class="bold large">Beauty and Beauty</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>When Beauty and Beauty meet</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>All naked, fair to fair,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The earth is crying-sweet,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And scattering-bright the air,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Eddying, dizzying, closing round,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>With soft and drunken laughter;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Veiling all that may befall</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>After—after—</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Where Beauty and Beauty met,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Earth's still a-tremble there,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And winds are scented yet,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And memory-soft the air,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Bosoming, folding glints of light,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And shreds of shadowy laughter;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Not the tears that fill the years</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>After—after—</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-chilterns"><span class="bold large">The Chilterns</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Your hands, my dear, adorable,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Your lips of tenderness</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>—Oh, I've loved you faithfully and well,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Three years, or a bit less.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>It wasn't a success.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Thank God, that's done! and I'll take the road,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Quit of my youth and you,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The Roman road to Wendover</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>By Tring and Lilley Hoo,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>As a free man may do.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>For youth goes over, the joys that fly,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The tears that follow fast;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And the dirtiest things we do must lie</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Forgotten at the last;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Even Love goes past.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>What's left behind I shall not find,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The splendour and the pain;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The splash of sun, the shouting wind,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And the brave sting of rain,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I may not meet again.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>But the years, that take the best away,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Give something in the end;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And a better friend than love have they,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>For none to mar or mend,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>That have themselves to friend.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>I shall desire and I shall find</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The best of my desires;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The autumn road, the mellow wind</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>That soothes the darkening shires.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And laughter, and inn-fires.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>White mist about the black hedgerows,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The slumbering Midland plain,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The silence where the clover grows,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And the dead leaves in the lane,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Certainly, these remain.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>And I shall find some girl perhaps,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And a better one than you,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>With eyes as wise, but kindlier,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And lips as soft, but true.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And I daresay she will do.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="love"><span class="bold large">Love</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Where that comes in that shall not go again;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Love sells the proud heart's citadel to Fate.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>They have known shame, who love unloved. Even then</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>When two mouths, thirsty each for each, find slaking,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And agony's forgot, and hushed the crying</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Of credulous hearts, in heaven—such are but taking</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Their own poor dreams within their arms, and lying</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Each in his lonely night, each with a ghost.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Some share that night. But they know, love grows colder,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Grows false and dull, that was sweet lies at most.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Astonishment is no more in hand or shoulder,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But darkens, and dies out from kiss to kiss.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>All this is love; and all love is but this.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-busy-heart"><span class="bold large">The Busy Heart</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Now that we've done our best and worst, and parted,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>I would fill my mind with thoughts that will not rend.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>(O heart, I do not dare go empty-hearted)</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>I'll think of Love in books, Love without end;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Women with child, content; and old men sleeping;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And wet strong ploughlands, scarred for certain grain;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And babes that weep, and so forget their weeping;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And the young heavens, forgetful after rain;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And evening hush, broken by homing wings;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And Song's nobility, and Wisdom holy,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>That live, we dead. I would think of a thousand things,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Lovely and durable, and taste them slowly,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>One after one, like tasting a sweet food.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I have need to busy my heart with quietude.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="he-wonders-whether-to-praise-or-blame-her"><span class="bold large">He Wonders Whether to Praise -<br />or to Blame Her</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>I have peace to weigh your worth, now all is over,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>But if to praise or blame you, cannot say.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>For, who decries the loved, decries the lover;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Yet what man lauds the thing he's thrown away?</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Be you, in truth, this dull, slight, cloudy naught,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The more fool I, so great a fool to adore;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>But if you're that high goddess once I thought,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The more your godhead is, I lose the more.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Dear fool, pity the fool who thought you clever!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Dear wisdom, do not mock the fool that missed you!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Most fair,—the blind has lost your face for ever!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Most foul,—how could I see you while I kissed you?</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>So ... the poor love of fools and blind I've proved you,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>For, foul or lovely, 'twas a fool that loved you.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="hauntings"><span class="bold large">Hauntings</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>In the grey tumult of these after years</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Oft silence falls; the incessant wranglers part;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And less-than-echoes of remembered tears</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Hush all the loud confusion of the heart;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And a shade, through the toss'd ranks of mirth and crying,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Hungers, and pains, and each dull passionate mood,—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Quite lost, and all but all forgot, undying,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Comes back the ecstasy of your quietude.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>So a poor ghost, beside his misty streams,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Is haunted by strange doubts, evasive dreams,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Hints of a pre-Lethean life, of men,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Stars, rocks, and flesh, things unintelligible,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And light on waving grass, he knows not when,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And feet that ran, but where, he cannot tell.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>THE PACIFIC, 1914</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="one-day"><span class="bold large">One Day</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Today I have been happy. All the day</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>I held the memory of you, and wove</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Its laughter with the dancing light o' the spray,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And sowed the sky with tiny clouds of love,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And sent you following the white waves of sea,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And crowned your head with fancies, nothing worth,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Stray buds from that old dust of misery,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Being glad with a new foolish quiet mirth.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>So lightly I played with those dark memories,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Just as a child, beneath the summer skies,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Plays hour by hour with a strange shining stone,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>For which (he knows not) towns were fire of old,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And love has been betrayed, and murder done,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And great kings turned to a little bitter mould.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>THE PACIFIC, </span><em class="italics">October</em><span> 1913</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="sonnet"><span class="bold large">Sonnet</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>(</span><em class="italics">Suggested by some of the Proceedings of the</em></div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Society for Psychical Research</em><span>)</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>We'll beat on the substantial doors, nor tread</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Those dusty high-roads of the aimless dead</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Plaintive for Earth; but rather turn and run</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Down some close-covered by-way of the air,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Some low sweet alley between wind and wind,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Stoop under faint gleams, thread the shadows, find</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Some whispering ghost-forgotten nook, and there</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Spend in pure converse our eternal day;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Think each in each, immediately wise;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Learn all we lacked before; hear, know, and say</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>What this tumultuous body now denies;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And feel, who have laid our groping hands away;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And see, no longer blinded by our eyes.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="clouds"><span class="bold large">Clouds</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Down the blue night the unending columns press</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Now tread the far South, or lift rounds of snow</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Up to the white moon's hidden loveliness.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Some pause in their grave wandering comradeless,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And turn with profound gesture vague and slow,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>As who would pray good for the world, but know</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Their benediction empty as they bless.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>They say that the Dead die not, but remain</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Near to the rich heirs of their grief and mirth.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>I think they ride the calm mid-heaven, as these,</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>In wise majestic melancholy train,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And watch the moon, and the still-raging seas,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And men, coming and going on the earth.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>THE PACIFIC, </span><em class="italics">October</em><span> 1913</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="mutability"><span class="bold large">Mutability</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>They say there's a high windless world and strange,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Out of the wash of days and temporal tide,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Where Faith and Good, Wisdom and Truth abide,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Æterna corpora</em><span>, subject to no change.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>There the sure suns of these pale shadows move;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>There stand the immortal ensigns of our war;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Our melting flesh fixed Beauty there, a star,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And perishing hearts, imperishable Love....</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Dear, we know only that we sigh, kiss, smile;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Each kiss lasts but the kissing; and grief goes over;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Love has no habitation but the heart.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Poor straws! on the dark flood we catch awhile,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Cling, and are borne into the night apart.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The laugh dies with the lips, "Love" with the lover.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>SOUTH KENSINGTON—MAKAWELI, 1913</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="heaven"><span class="bold large">Heaven</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Dawdling away their wat'ry noon)</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Each secret fishy hope or fear.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But is there anything Beyond?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>This life cannot be All, they swear,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>For how unpleasant, if it were!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>One may not doubt that, somehow, good</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Shall come of Water and of Mud;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And, sure, the reverent eye must see</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>A Purpose in Liquidity.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>We darkly know, by Faith we cry,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The future is not Wholly Dry.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Mud unto Mud!—Death eddies near—</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Not here the appointed End, not here!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But somewhere, beyond Space and Time,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Is wetter water, slimier slime!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And there (they trust) there swimmeth One</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Who swam ere rivers were begun,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Immense, of fishy form and mind,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Squamous, omnipotent, and kind;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And under that Almighty Fin,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The littlest fish may enter in.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Oh! never fly conceals a hook,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Fish say, in the Eternal Brook,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But more than mundane weeds are there,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And mud, celestially fair;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Fat caterpillars drift around,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And Paradisal grubs are found;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Unfading moths, immortal flies,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And the worm that never dies.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And in that Heaven of all their wish,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>There shall be no more land, say fish.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="tiare-tahiti"><span class="bold large">Tiare Tahiti</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Mamua, when our laughter ends,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And hearts and bodies, brown as white,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Are dust about the doors of friends,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Or scent a-blowing down the night,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Then, oh! then, the wise agree,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Comes our immortality.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Mamua, there waits a land</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Hard for us to understand.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Out of time, beyond the sun,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>All are one in Paradise,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>You and Pupure are one,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And Taü, and the ungainly wise.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>There the Eternals are, and there</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The Good, the Lovely, and the True,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And Types, whose earthly copies were</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The foolish broken things we knew;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>There is the Face, whose ghosts we are;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The real, the never-setting Star;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And the Flower, of which we love</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Faint and fading shadows here;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Never a tear, but only Grief;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Dance, but not the limbs that move;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Songs in Song shall disappear;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Instead of lovers, Love shall be;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>For hearts, Immutability;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And there, on the Ideal Reef,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Thunders the Everlasting Sea!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>And my laughter, and my pain,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Shall home to the Eternal Brain.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And all lovely things, they say,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Meet in Loveliness again;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Miri's laugh, Teïpo's feet,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And the hands of Matua,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Stars and sunlight there shall meet,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Coral's hues and rainbows there,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And Teüra's braided hair;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And with the starred </span><em class="italics">tiare's</em><span> white,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And white birds in the dark ravine,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And </span><em class="italics">flamboyants</em><span> ablaze at night,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And jewels, and evening's after-green,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And dawns of pearl and gold and red,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Mamua, your lovelier head!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And there'll no more be one who dreams</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Under the ferns, of crumbling stuff,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Eyes of illusion, mouth that seems,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>All time-entangled human love.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And you'll no longer swing and sway</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Divinely down the scented shade,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Where feet to Ambulation fade,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And moons are lost in endless Day.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>How shall we wind these wreaths of ours,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Where there are neither heads nor flowers?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Oh, Heaven's Heaven!—but we'll be missing</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The palms, and sunlight, and the south;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And there's an end, I think, of kissing,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When our mouths are one with Mouth....</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><em class="italics">Taü here</em><span>, Mamua,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Crown the hair, and come away!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Hear the calling of the moon,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And the whispering scents that stray</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>About the idle warm lagoon.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Hasten, hand in human hand,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Down the dark, the flowered way,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Along the whiteness of the sand,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And in the water's soft caress</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Wash the mind of foolishness,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Mamua, until the day.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Spend the glittering moonlight there</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Pursuing down the soundless deep</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Limbs that gleam and shadowy hair,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Or floating lazy, half-asleep.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Dive and double and follow after,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Snare in flowers, and kiss, and call,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>With lips that fade, and human laughter,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And faces individual,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Well this side of Paradise! ....</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>There's little comfort in the wise.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>PAPEETE, February 1914</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="retrospect"><span class="bold large">Retrospect</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>In your arms was still delight,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Quiet as a street at night;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And thoughts of you, I do remember,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Were green leaves in a darkened chamber,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Were dark clouds in a moonless sky.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Love, in you, went passing by,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Penetrative, remote, and rare,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Like a bird in the wide air,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And, as the bird, it left no trace</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>In the heaven of your face.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>In your stupidity I found</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The sweet hush after a sweet sound.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>All about you was the light</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>That dims the greying end of night;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Desire was the unrisen sun,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Joy the day not yet begun,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>With tree whispering to tree,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Without wind, quietly.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Wisdom slept within your hair,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And Long-Suffering was there,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And, in the flowing of your dress,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Undiscerning Tenderness.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And when you thought, it seemed to me,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Infinitely, and like a sea,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>About the slight world you had known</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Your vast unconsciousness was thrown.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>O haven without wave or tide!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Silence, in which all songs have died!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Holy book, where hearts are still!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And home at length under the hill!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>O mother quiet, breasts of peace,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Where love itself would faint and cease!</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>O infinite deep I never knew,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>I would come back, come back to you,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Find you, as a pool unstirred,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Kneel down by you, and never a word,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Lay my head, and nothing said,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>In your hands, ungarlanded;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And a long watch you would keep;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And I should sleep, and I should sleep!</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>MATAIEA, </span><em class="italics">January</em><span> 1914</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-great-lover"><span class="bold large">The Great Lover</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>I have been so great a lover: filled my days</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The pain, the calm, and the astonishment,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Desire illimitable, and still content,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And all dear names men use, to cheat despair,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>For the perplexed and viewless streams that bear</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Our hearts at random down the dark of life.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Now, ere the unthinking silence on that strife</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Steals down, I would cheat drowsy Death so far,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>My night shall be remembered for a star</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>That outshone all the suns of all men's days.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Shall I not crown them with immortal praise</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Whom I have loved, who have given me, dared with me</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>High secrets, and in darkness knelt to see</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The inenarrable godhead of delight?</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Love is a flame:—we have beaconed the world's night.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>A city:—and we have built it, these and I.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>An emperor:—we have taught the world to die.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>So, for their sakes I loved, ere I go hence,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And the high cause of Love's magnificence,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And to keep loyalties young, I'll write those names</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Golden for ever, eagles, crying flames,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And set them as a banner, that men may know,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>To dare the generations, burn, and blow</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Out on the wind of Time, shining and streaming..</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>These I have loved:</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>White plates and cups, clean-gleaming,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Ringed with blue lines; and feathery, faery dust;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Wet roofs, beneath the lamplight; the strong crust</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Of friendly bread; and many-tasting food;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Rainbows; and the blue bitter smoke of wood;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And radiant raindrops couching in cool flowers;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And flowers themselves, that sway through sunny hours,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Dreaming of moths that drink them under the moon;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Then, the cool kindliness of sheets, that soon</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Of blankets; grainy wood; live hair that is</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Shining and free; blue-massing clouds; the keen</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Unpassioned beauty of a great machine;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The benison of hot water; furs to touch;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The good smell of old clothes; and other such,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The comfortable smell of friendly fingers,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Hair's fragrance, and the musty reek that lingers</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>About dead leaves and last year's ferns....</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Dear names,</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And thousand other throng to me! Royal flames;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Sweet water's dimpling laugh from tap or spring;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Holes in the ground; and voices that do sing;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Voices in laughter, too; and body's pain,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Soon turned to peace; and the deep-panting train;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Firm sands; the little dulling edge of foam</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>That browns and dwindles as the wave goes home;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And washen stones, gay for an hour; the cold</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Graveness of iron; moist black earthen mould;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Sleep; and high places; footprints in the dew;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And oaks; and brown horse-chestnuts, glossy-new;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And new-peeled sticks; and shining pools on grass;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>All these have been my loves. And these shall pass,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Whatever passes not, in the great hour,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Nor all my passion, all my prayers, have power</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>To hold them with me through the gate of Death.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>They'll play deserter, turn with the traitor breath,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Break the high bond we made, and sell Love's trust</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And sacramented covenant to the dust.</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>——Oh, never a doubt but, somewhere, I shall wake,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And give what's left of love again, and make</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>New friends, now strangers....</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>But the best I've known,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Stays here, and changes, breaks, grows old, is blown</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>About the winds of the world, and fades from brains</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Of living men, and dies.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Nothing remains.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>O dear my loves, O faithless, once again</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>This one last gift I give: that after men</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Shall know, and later lovers, far-removed,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Praise you, "All these were lovely"; say, "He loved."</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>MATAIEA, 1914</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-treasure"><span class="bold large">The Treasure</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>When colour goes home into the eyes,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And lights that shine are shut again</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>With dancing girls and sweet birds' cries</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Behind the gateways of the brain;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And that no-place which gave them birth, shall close</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>The rainbow and the rose:—</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Still may Time hold some golden space</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Where I'll unpack that scented store</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Of song and flower and sky and face,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And count, and touch, and turn them o'er,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Musing upon them; as a mother, who</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Has watched her children all the rich day through,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Sits, quiet-handed, in the fading light,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>When children sleep, ere night.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="i-peace"><span class="bold large">1914</span></p> -<!-- --> -<blockquote> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>I. Peace</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Leave the sick hearts that honour could not move,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And half-men, and their dirty songs and dreary,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And all the little emptiness of love!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Oh! we, who have known shame, we have found release there,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Where there's no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Naught broken save this body, lost but breath;</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Nothing to shake the laughing heart's long peace there</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>But only agony, and that has ending;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<blockquote id="ii-safety"> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>II. Safety</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>He who has found our hid security,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Assured in the dark tides of the world that rest,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And heard our word, 'Who is so safe as we?'</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>We have found safety with all things undying,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>The winds, and morning, tears of men and mirth,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The deep night, and birds singing, and clouds flying,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And sleep, and freedom, and the autumnal earth.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>We have built a house that is not for Time's throwing.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>We have gained a peace unshaken by pain for ever.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>War knows no power. Safe shall be my going,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Secretly armed against all death's endeavour;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Safe though all safety's lost; safe where men fall;</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And if these poor limbs die, safest of all.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<blockquote id="iii-the-dead"> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>III. The Dead</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead!</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>There's none of these so lonely and poor of old,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>These laid the world away; poured out the red</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>That men call age; and those who would have been,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Their sons, they gave, their immortality.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>Blow, bugles, blow! They brought us, for our dearth,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Holiness, lacked so long, and Love, and Pain.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Honour has come back, as a king, to earth,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And paid his subjects with a royal wage;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And Nobleness walks in our ways again;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And we have come into our heritage.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<blockquote id="iv-the-dead"> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>IV. The Dead</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>These hearts were woven of human joys and cares.</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And sunset, and the colours of the earth.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>These had seen movement, and heard music; known</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>A width, a shining peace, under the night.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<blockquote id="v-the-soldier"> -<div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>V. The Soldier</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>If I should die, think only this of me:</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>That there's some corner of a foreign field</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>That is for ever England. There shall be</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,</span></div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>A body of England's breathing English air,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line-block outermost"> -<div class="line"><span>And think, this heart, all evil shed away,</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>A pulse in the eternal mind, no less</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;</span></div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="line"><span>Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;</span></div> -<div class="inner line-block"> -<div class="line"><span>And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,</span></div> -<div class="line"><span>In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 3em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="small">PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN BY -<br />BILLING AND SONS, LIMITED -<br />GUILDFORD AND ESHER</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span>* * * * * * * *</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="bold x-large">Poems</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="bold large">by Rupert Brooke</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span>(Originally published in 1911)</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><em class="italics">Twenty-eighth Impression</em><span> -<br />3s. 6d. </span><em class="italics">net</em></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>"The volume of 'Poems' published in 1911, which -contains work written as early as 1905, when he was -eighteen, shows an art curiously personal, skilful, -deliberate. It shows, too, an intellectual deftness altogether -unexpected in so young a poet, and it shows finally, not -always but often, an indifference to the normal material -upon which poets good and bad are apt to work from the -outset, and in the shaping of which ultimately comes all -poetry that is memorable. Nearly every page is interesting -on account of its art and intellectual deftness, qualities -that we should not expect to be marked....</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"... Even in the poems where most we feel the lack -of emotional truth there is a beauty of word that made -the book full of the most exciting promise. Already, -too there was in certain poems assurance against the -danger that this intellectual constraint might degenerate -into virtuosity."—From "RUPERT BROOKE," by John -Drinkwater, in the </span><em class="italics">Contemporary Review</em><span>, December 1915.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>*** The poems on pp. 7-38 of </span><em class="italics">Selected Poems</em><span> are taken -from the above volume.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 3em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span>* * * * *</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 3em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="bold x-large">1914 and other Poems</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold large">by Rupert Brooke</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold">With a Photogravure Portrait by -<br />SHERRIL SCHELL</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><em class="italics">Twenty-eighth Impression</em><span> -<br />3s. 6d. </span><em class="italics">net</em></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>"To those of us who see in poetry the perfect flowering -of life, the story of Rupert Brooke will always mean -chiefly the score or so of poems in which he reached to -the full maturity of his genius and gave imperishable -expression to the very heart of his personality.... -Not even the fact that the man who wrote the sonnets, -than which after long generations nothing shall make -the year 1914 more memorable, served and died for -England at war, can add one beat to their pulse. The -poetry that shines and falls across them in one perfect -and complete wave is, as poetry must always be, -independent of all factual experience, and comes wholly from -the deeper experience of the imagination."—From -"RUPERT BROOKE" by John Drinkwater, in the -</span><em class="italics">Contemporary Review</em><span>. 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