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You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org/license - - -Title: The Sunken Garden and other poems - -Author: Walter De la Mare - -Release Date: October 18, 2015 [EBook #50240] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE SUNKEN GARDEN AND OTHER POEMS *** - - - - -Produced by Shaun Pinder, Chuck Greif and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - - - - - - THE SUNKEN GARDEN - - This is the second book issued by the Beaumont Press 20 copies have been - printed on Japanese vellum signed by the author and numbered 1 to 20 and - 250 copies on hand-made paper numbered 21 to 270. This is No. 200. - - - - - THE SUNKEN - GARDEN - - AND OTHER POEMS BY - WALTER DE LA MARE - - - - - CONTENTS - - - Page - -THE LITTLE SALAMANDER -When I go free, 9 - -THE SUNKEN GARDEN -Speak not--whisper not; 10 - -THE RIDDLERS -‘Thou Solitary!’ the Blackbird cried, 11 - -MRS. GRUNDY -‘Step very softly, sweet Quiet-foot, 13 - -THE DARK HOUSE -See this house, how dark it is 15 - -MISTRESS FELL -‘Whom seek you here, sweet Mistress Fell?’ 16 - -THE STRANGER -In the woods as I did walk, 18 - -THE FLIGHT -How do the days press on, and lay 19 - -THE REMONSTRANCE -I was at peace until you came 20 - -THE EXILE -I am that Adam who, with Snake for guest, 21 - -EYES -O Strange Devices that alone divide 22 - -THE TRYST -Why in my heart, O grief, 23 - -THE OLD MEN -Old and alone, sit we, 25 - -THE FOOL’S SONG -Never, no, never, listen too long, 26 - -THE DREAMER -O Thou who giving helm and sword, 27 - -MOTLEY -Come, Death, I’d have a word with thee; 28 - -TO E. T.: 1917. -You sleep too well--too far away, 31 - -ALEXANDER -It was the great Alexander, 32 - -FOR ALL THE GRIEF -For all the grief I have given with words 34 - -FAREWELL -When I lie where shades of darkness 35 - -CLEAR EYES -Clear eyes do dim at last, 36 - -MUSIC -When Music sounds, gone is the earth I know, 37 - -IN A CHURCHYARD -As children bidden to go to bed 38 - -TWO HOUSES -In the strange city of life 39 - -COLOPHON 40 - - - - - THE LITTLE SALAMANDER: TO MARGOT - - - When I go free, - I think ’twill be - A night of stars and snow, - And the wild fires of frost shall light - My footsteps as I go; - Nobody--nobody will be there - With groping touch, or sight, - To see me in my bush of hair - Dance burning through the night. - - - - - THE SUNKEN GARDEN - - - Speak not--whisper not; - Here bloweth thyme and bergamot; - Softly on the evening hour, - Secret herbs their spices shower, - Dark-spiked rosemary and myrrh, - Lean-stalked, purple lavender; - Hides within her bosom, too, - All her sorrows, bitter rue. - - Breathe not--trespass not; - Of this green and darkling spot, - Latticed from the moon’s beams, - Perchance a distant dreamer dreams; - Perchance upon its darkening air, - The unseen ghosts of children fare, - Faintly swinging, sway and sweep, - Like lovely sea-flowers in its deep; - While, unmoved, to watch and ward, - ’Mid its gloom’d and daisied sward, - Stands with bowed and dewy head - That one little leaden Lad. - - - - - THE RIDDLERS - - - ‘Thou solitary!’ the Blackbird cried, - ‘I, from the happy Wren, - Linnet and Blackcap, Woodlark, Thrush, - Perched all upon a sweetbrier bush, - Have come at cold of midnight-tide - To ask thee, Why and when - Grief smote thy heart so thou dost sing - In solemn hush of evening, - So sorrowfully, lovelorn Thing-- - Nay, nay, not sing, but rave, but wail, - Most melancholic Nightingale? - Do not the dews of darkness steep - All pinings of the day in sleep? - Why, then, when rocked in starry nest - We mutely couch, secure, at rest, - Doth thy lone heart delight to make - Music for sorrow’s sake?’ - - A Moon was there. So still her beam, - It seemed the whole world lay a-dream, - Lulled by the watery sea. - And from her leafy night-hung nook - Upon this stranger soft did look - The Nightingale: sighed he:-- - - ‘’Tis strange, my friend; the Kingfisher - But yestermorn conjured me here - Out of his green and gold to say - Why thou, in splendour of the noon - Wearest of colour but golden shoon. - And else dost thee array - In a most sombre suit of black? - “Surely,” he sighed, “some load of grief, - Past all our thinking--and belief-- - Must weigh upon his back!” - Do, then, in turn, tell me,--If joy - Thy heart as well as voice employ, - Why dost thou now, most Sable, shine - In plumage woefuller far than mine? - Thy silence is a sadder thing - Than any dirge I sing!’ - - Thus then these two small birds, perched there, - Breathed a strange riddle both did share - Yet neither could expound. - And we--who sing but as we can, - In the small knowledge of a man-- - Have we an answer found? - Nay, some are happy whose delight - Is hid even from themselves from sight; - And some win peace who spend - The skill of words to sweeten despair - Of finding consolation where - Life has but one dark end; - Who, in rapt solitude, tell o’er - A tale as lovely as forlore - Into the midnight air. - - - - - MRS. GRUNDY - - - ‘Step very softly, sweet Quiet-foot, - Stumble not, whisper not, smile not: - By this dark ivy stoop cheek and brow. - Still even thy heart! What seest thou?’ - - ‘High coifed, broad-browed, aged, suave yet grim, - A large flat face, eyes keenly dim, - Staring at nothing--that’s me!--and yet, - With a hate one could never, no, never forget....’ - - ‘This is my world, my garden, my home, - Hither my father bade mother to come - And bear me out of the dark into light, - And happy I was in her tender sight. - - ‘And then, thou frail flower, she died and went, - Forgetting my pitiless banishment, - And that Old Woman--an Aunt--she said, - Came hither, lodged, fattened, and made her bed. - - ‘Oh yes, thou most blessed, from Monday to Sunday - Has lived on me, preyed on me, Mrs. Grundy: - Called me, “dear Nephew”; on each of those chairs - Has gloated in righteousness, heard my prayers. - - ‘Why didst thou dare the thorns of the grove, - Timidest trespasser, huntress of love? - Now thou has peeped, and now dost know - What kind of creature is thine for foe. - - ‘Not that she’ll tear out thy innocent eyes, - Poison thy mouth with deviltries. - Watch thou, wait thou: soon will begin - The guile of a voice: hark!... “Come in, Come in!”’ - - - - - THE DARK HOUSE - - - See this house, how dark it is - Beneath its vast-boughed trees! - Not one trembling leaflet cries - To that Watcher in the skies-- - ‘Remove, remove thy searching gaze, - Innocent, of Heaven’s ways, - Brood not, Moon, so wildly bright, - On secrets hidden from sight.’ - - ‘Secrets,’ sighs the night-wind, - ‘Vacancy is all I find; - Every keyhole I have made - Wail a summons, faint and sad, - No voice ever answers me, - Only vacancy.’ - ‘Once, once ...’ the cricket shrills, - And far and near the quiet fills - With its tiny voice, and then - Hush falls again. - - Mute shadows creeping slow - Mark how the hours go, - Every stone is mouldering slow, - And the least winds that blow - Some minutest atom shake, - Some fretting ruin make - In roof and walls. How black it is - Beneath these thick-boughed trees! - - - - - MISTRESS FELL - - - ‘Whom seek you here, sweet Mistress Fell?’ - ‘One who loved me passing well. - Dark his eye, wild his face-- - Stranger, if in this lonely place - Bide such an one, then, prythee, say - _I_ am come here to-day.’ - - ‘Many his like, Mistress Fell?’ - ‘I did not look, so cannot tell. - Only this I surely know, - When his voice called me, I must go; - Touched me his fingers, and my heart - Leapt at the sweet pain’s smart.’ - - ‘Why did he leave you, Mistress Fell?’ - ‘Magic laid its dreary spell.-- - Stranger, he was fast asleep; - Into his dream I tried to creep; - Called his name, soft was my cry: - He answered--not one sigh. - - ‘The flower and the thorn are here; - Falleth the night-dew, cold and clear; - Out of her bower the bird replies, - Mocking the dark with ecstasies: - See how the earth’s green grass doth grow, - Praising what sleeps below! - - ‘Thus have they told me. And I come, - As flies the wounded wild-bird home. - Not tears I give; but all that he - Clasped in his arms sweet charity; - All that he loved--to him I bring - For a close whispering.’ - - - - - THE STRANGER - - - In the woods as I did walk, - Dappled with the moon’s beam, - I did with a Stranger talk, - And his name was Dream. - - Spurred his heel, dark his cloak, - Shady-wide his bonnet’s brim; - His horse beneath a silvery oak - Grazed as I talked with him. - - Softly his breast-brooch burned and shone; - Hill and deep were in his eyes; - One of his hands held mine, and one - The fruit that makes men wise. - - Wonderly strange was earth to see, - Flowers white as milk did gleam; - Spread to Heaven the Assyrian Tree - Over my head with Dream. - - Dews were still betwixt us twain; - Stars a trembling beauty shed; - Yet--not a whisper comes again - Of the words he said. - - - - - THE FLIGHT - - - How do the days press on, and lay - Their fallen locks at evening down, - Whileas the stars in darkness play - And moonbeams weave a crown-- - - A crown of flower-like light in heaven, - Where in the hollow arch of space - Morn’s mistress dreams, and the Pleiads seven - Stand watch about her place. - - Stand watch--O days no number keep - Of hours when this dark clay is blind. - When the world’s clocks are dumb in sleep - ’Tis then I seek my kind. - - - - - THE REMONSTRANCE - - - I was at peace until you came - And set a careless mind aflame; - I lived in quiet; cold, content; - All longing in safe banishment, - Until your ghostly lips and eyes - Made wisdom unwise. - - Naught was in me to tempt your feet - To seek a lodging. Quite forgot - Lay the sweet solitude we two - In childhood used to wander through; - Time’s cold had closed my heart about; - And shut you out. - - Well, and what then?... O vision grave, - Take all the little all I have! - Strip me of what in voiceless thought - Life’s kept of life, unhoped, unsought!-- - Reverie and dream that memory must - Hide deep in dust! - - This only I say,--Though cold and bare - The haunted house you have chosen to share, - Still ’neath its walls the moonbeam goes - And trembles on the untended rose; - Still o’er its broken roof-tree rise - The starry arches of the skies; - And ’neath your lightest word shall be - The thunder of an ebbing sea. - - - - - THE EXILE - - - I am that Adam who, with Snake for guest, - Hid anguished eyes upon Eve’s piteous breast. - I am that Adam who, with broken wings, - Fled from the Seraph’s brazen trumpetings. - Betrayed and fugitive, I still must roam - A world where sin--and beauty--whisper of home. - - Oh, from wide circuit, shall at length I see - Pure daybreak lighten again on Eden’s tree? - Loosed from remorse and hope and love’s distress, - Enrobe me again in my lost nakedness? - No more with wordless grief a loved one grieve, - But to heaven’s nothingness re-welcome Eve? - - - - - EYES - - - O strange devices that alone divide - The seër from the seen-- - The very highway of earth’s pomp and pride - That lies between - The traveller and the cheating, sweet delight - Of where he longs to be, - But which, bound hand and foot, he, close on night, - Can only see. - - - - - THE TRYST - - - Why in my heart, o grief, - Dost thou in beauty bide? - Dead is my well-content, - And buried deep my pride. - Cold are their stones, beloved, - To hand and side. - - The shadows of even are gone, - Shut are the day’s clear flowers, - Now have her birds left mute - Their singing bowers, - Lone shall we be, we twain, - In the night hours. - - Thou with thy cheek on mine, - And dark hair loosed, shalt see - Take the far stars for fruit - The cypress tree, - And in the yew’s black - Shall the moon be. - - We will tell no old tales, - Nor heed if in wandering air - Die a lost song of love - Or the once fair; - Still as well-water be - The thoughts we share! - - And, while the ghosts keep - Tryst from chill sepulchres, - Dreamless our gaze shall sleep, - And sealed our ears; - Heart unto heart will speak, - Without tears. - - O, thy veiled, lovely face-- - Joy’s strange disguise-- - Shall be the last to fade - From these rapt eyes, - Ere the first dart of daybreak - Pierce the skies. - - - - - THE OLD MEN - - - Old and alone, sit we, - Caged, riddle-rid men; - Lost to earth’s ‘Listen!’ and ‘See!’ - Thought’s ‘Wherefore?’ and ‘When?’ - - Only far memories stray - Of a past once lovely, but now - Wasted and faded away, - Like green leaves from the bough. - - Vast broods the silence of night, - The ruinous moon - Lifts on our faces her light, - Whence all dreaming is gone. - - We speak not; trembles each head; - In their sockets our eyes are still; - Desire as cold as the dead; - Without wonder or will. - - And One, with a lanthorn, draws near, - At clash with the moon in our eyes: - ‘Where art thou?’ he asks: ‘I am here,’ - One by one we arise. - - And none lifts a hand to withhold - A friend from the touch of that foe: - Heart cries unto heart, ‘Thou art old!’ - Yet reluctant, we go. - - - - - THE FOOL’S SONG - - - Never, no, never, listen too long, - To the chattering wind in the willows, the night bird’s song. - - ’Tis sad in sooth to lie under the grass, - But none too gladsome to wake and grow cold where life’s shadows pass. - - Dumb the old Toll-Woman squats, - And, for every green copper battered and worn, doles out Nevers and Nots. - - I know a Blind Man, too, - Who with a sharp ear listens and listens the whole world through. - - Oh, sit we snug to our feast, - With platter and finger and spoon--and good victuals at least. - - - - - THE DREAMER - - - O thou who giving helm and sword, - Gav’st, too, the rusting rain, - And starry dark’s all tender dews - To blunt and stain: - - Out of the battle I am sped, - Unharmed, yet stricken sore; - A living shape ’mid whispering shades - On Lethe’s shore. - - No trophy in my hands I bring, - To this sad, sighing stream, - The neighings and the trumps and cries - Were but a dream--a dream. - - Traitor to life, of life betrayed-- - O, of thy mercy deep, - A dream my all, the all I ask - Is sleep. - - - - - MOTLEY - - - Come, Death, I’d have a word with thee; - And thou, poor Innocency; - And Love--a lad with broken wing; - And Pity, too: - The Fool shall sing to you, - As Fools will sing. - - Ay, music hath small sense, - And a tune’s soon told, - And Earth is old, - And my poor wits are dense; - Yet have I secrets,--dark, my dear, - To breathe you all: Come near. - And lest some hideous listener tells, - I’ll ring my bells. - - They’re all at war!-- - Yes, yes, their bodies go - ’Neath burning sun and icy star - To chaunted songs of woe, - Dragging cold cannon through a mire - Of rain and blood and spouting fire, - The new moon glinting hard on eyes - Wide with insanities! - - Hush!... I use words - I hardly know the meaning of; - And the mute birds - Are glancing at Love - From out their shade of leaf and flower, - Trembling at treacheries - Which even in noonday cower. - Heed, heed not what I said - Of frenzied hosts of men, - More fools than I, - On envy, hatred fed, - Who kill, and die-- - Spake I not plainly, then? - Yet Pity whispered, ‘Why?’ - - Thou silly thing, off to thy daisies go. - Mine was not news for child to know, - And Death--no ears hath. He hath supped where creep - Eyeless worms in hush of sleep; - Yet, when he smiles, the hand he draws - Athwart his grinning jaws-- - Faintly the thin bones rattle, and--There, there; - Hearken how my bells in the air - Drive away care!... - - Nay, but a dream I had - Of a world all mad. - Not simple happy mad like me, - Who am mad like an empty scene - Of water and willow tree, - Where the wind hath been; - But that foul Satan-mad, - Who rots in his own head, - And counts the dead, - Not honest one--and two-- - But for the ghosts they were, - Brave, faithful, true, - When head in air, - In Earth’s clear green and blue - Heaven they did share - With Beauty who bade them there.... - - There, now! Death goes-- - Mayhap I’ve wearied him. - Ay, and the light doth dim, - And asleep ’s the rose, - And tired Innocence - In dreams is hence.... - Come, Love, my lad, - Nodding that drowsy head, - ’Tis time thy prayers were said! - - - - - TO E. T.: 1917 - - - You sleep too well--too far away, - For sorrowing word to soothe or wound; - Your very quiet seems to say - How longed-for a peace you have found. - - Else, had not death so lured you on, - You would have grieved--’twixt joy and fear-- - To know how my small loving son - Had wept for you, my dear. - - - - - ALEXANDER - - - It was the great Alexander, - Capped with a golden helm, - Sate in the ages, in his floating ship, - In a dead calm. - - Voices of sea-maids singing - Wandered across the deep: - The sailors labouring on their oars - Rowed, as in sleep. - - All the high pomp of Asia, - Charmed by that siren lay, - Out of their weary and dreaming minds, - Faded away. - - Like a bold boy sate their Captain, - His glamour withered and gone, - In the souls of his brooding mariners, - While the song pined on. - - Time like a falling dew, - Life like the scene of a dream - Laid between slumber and slumber, - Only did seem.... - - O Alexander, then, - In all us mortals too, - Wax thou not bold--too bold - On the wave dark-blue! - - Come the calm, infinite night, - Who then will hear - Aught save the singing - Of the sea-maids clear? - - - - - FOR ALL THE GRIEF - - - For all the grief I have given with words - May now a few clear flowers blow, - In the dust, and the heat, and the silence of birds, - Where the lonely go. - - For the thing unsaid that heart asked of me - Be a dark, cool water calling--calling - To the footsore, benighted, solitary, - When the shadows are falling. - - O, be beauty for all my blindness, - A moon in the air where the weary wend, - And dews burdened with loving-kindness - In the dark of the end. - - - - - FAREWELL - - - When I lie where shades of darkness - Shall no more assail mine eyes, - Nor the rain make lamentation - When the wind sighs; - How will fare the world whose wonder - Was the very proof of me? - Memory fades, must the remembered - Perishing be? - - Oh, when this my dust surrenders - Hand, foot, lip, to dust again, - May these loved and loving faces - Please other men! - May the rusting harvest hedgerow - Still the Traveller’s Joy entwine, - And as happy children gather - Posies once mine. - - Look thy last on all things lovely, - Every hour. Let no night - Seal thy sense in deathly slumber - Till to delight - Thou have paid thy utmost blessing; - Since that all things thou wouldst praise - Beauty took from those who loved them - In other days. - - - - - CLEAR EYES - - - Clear eyes do dim at last, - And cheeks outlive their rose. - Time, heedless of the past, - No loving-kindness knows; - Chill unto mortal lip - Still Lethe flows. - - Griefs, too, but brief while stay, - And sorrow, being o’er, - Its salt tears shed away, - Woundeth the heart no more. - Stealthily lave those waters - That solemn shore. - - Ah, then, sweet face burn on, - While yet quick memory lives! - And Sorrow, ere thou art gone, - Know that my heart forgives-- - Ere yet, grown cold in peace, - It loves not, nor grieves. - - - - - MUSIC - - - When music sounds, gone is the earth I know, - And all her lovely things even lovelier grow; - Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees, - Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies. - - When music sounds, out of the water rise - Naiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes, - Rapt in strange dream burns each enchanted face, - With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place. - - When music sounds, all that I was I am - Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came; - While from Time’s woods break into distant song - The swift-winged hours, as I hasten along. - - - - - IN A CHURCHYARD - - - As children bidden to go to bed - Puff out their candle’s light, - Since that the natural dark is best - For them to take their flight - - Into the realm of sleep: so we - God’s bidding did obey; - Not without fear our tired eyes shut, - And wait--and wait--the day. - - - - - TWO HOUSES - - - In the strange city of life - Two houses I know well: - One wherein Silence a garden hath, - And one where Dark doth dwell. - - Roof unto roof they stand, - Shadowing the dizzied street, - Where Vanity flaunts her gilded booths - In the noontide glare and heat. - - Green-graped upon their walls - The ancient, hoary vine - Hath clustered their carven lichenous stones - With tendril serpentine. - - And ever and anon, - Dazed in that clamorous throng, - I thirst for the soundless fount that stills - Those orchards mute of song. - - Knock, knock! nor knock in vain. - Heart, all thy secrets tell - Where Silence a fast-sealed garden hath - Where Dark doth dwell. - - - HERE ENDS THE SUNKEN GARDEN AND - Other Poems by Walter De La Mare the Typography - and Binding arranged by Cyril William Beaumont - Printed on his Press in London and Published - by him at 75 Charing Cross Road in the - City of Westminster Completed - on the first day of December - MDCCCCXVII - - [Illustration] - - The Binding has been - executed by F. 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You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org/license - - -Title: The Sunken Garden and other poems - -Author: Walter De la Mare - -Release Date: October 18, 2015 [EBook #50240] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE SUNKEN GARDEN AND OTHER POEMS *** - - - - -Produced by Shaun Pinder, Chuck Greif and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - -</pre> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/cover_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="285" height="450" alt="[image of the -cover not available]" /></a> -</p> - -<p><a name="page_001" id="page_001"></a></p> - -<p class="cb">THE SUNKEN GARDEN<a name="page_002" id="page_002"></a></p> - -<p class="nind">This is the second book issued by the Beaumont Press 20 copies have been -printed on Japanese vellum signed by the author and numbered 1 to 20 and -250 copies on hand-made paper numbered 21 to 270. This is No. 200.<a name="page_003" id="page_003"></a></p> - -<h1> -<span class="red">T H E S U N K E N<br /> -<big><big>G A R D E N</big></big></span><br /> - -<small>AND OTHER POEMS BY<br /> -WALTER DE LA MARE</small><br /> -</h1> - -<p><a name="page_004" id="page_004"></a></p> - -<p><a name="page_005" id="page_005"></a></p> - -<p class="cb"><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a><big>CONTENTS</big></p> - -<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> - -<tr><td> </td><td><small>Page</small></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_LITTLE_SALAMANDER_TO_MARGOT">THE LITTLE SALAMANDER</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="indd">When I go free,</td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_009">9</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_SUNKEN_GARDEN">THE SUNKEN GARDEN</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="indd">Speak not—whisper not;</td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_010">10</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_RIDDLERS">THE RIDDLERS</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="indd">‘Thou Solitary!’ the Blackbird cried,</td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_011">11</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#MRS_GRUNDY">MRS. GRUNDY</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="indd">‘Step very softly, sweet Quiet-foot,</td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_013">13</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_DARK_HOUSE">THE DARK HOUSE</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="indd">See this house, how dark it is</td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_015">15</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#MISTRESS_FELL">MISTRESS FELL</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="indd">‘Whom seek you here, sweet Mistress Fell?’</td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_016">16</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_STRANGER">THE STRANGER</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="indd">In the woods as I did walk,</td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_018">18</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_FLIGHT">THE FLIGHT</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="indd">How do the days press on, and lay</td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_019">19</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_REMONSTRANCE">THE REMONSTRANCE</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="indd">I was at peace until you came<a name="page_006" id="page_006"></a></td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_020">20</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_EXILE">THE EXILE</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="indd">I am that Adam who, with Snake for guest,</td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_021">21</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#EYES">EYES</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="indd">O Strange Devices that alone divide</td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_022">22</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_TRYST">THE TRYST</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="indd">Why in my heart, O grief,</td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_023">23</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_OLD_MEN">THE OLD MEN</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="indd">Old and alone, sit we,</td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_025">25</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_FOOLS_SONG">THE FOOL’S SONG</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="indd">Never, no, never, listen too long,</td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_026">26</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_DREAMER">THE DREAMER</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="indd">O Thou who giving helm and sword,</td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_027">27</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#MOTLEY">MOTLEY</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="indd">Come, Death, have a word with thee;</td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_028">28</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#TO_E_T_1917">TO E. T.: 1917.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="indd">You sleep too well—too far away,</td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_031">31</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#ALEXANDER">ALEXANDER</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="indd">It was the great Alexander,<a name="page_007" id="page_007"></a></td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_032">32</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#FOR_ALL_THE_GRIEF">FOR ALL THE GRIEF</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="indd">For all the grief I have given with words</td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_034">34</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#FAREWELL">FAREWELL</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="indd">When I lie where shades of darkness</td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_035">35</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#CLEAR_EYES">CLEAR EYES</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="indd">Clear eyes do dim at last,</td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_036">36</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#MUSIC">MUSIC</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="indd">When Music sounds, gone is the earth I know,</td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_037">37</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#IN_A_CHURCHYARD">IN A CHURCHYARD</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="indd">As children bidden to go to bed</td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_038">38</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#TWO_HOUSES">TWO HOUSES</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="indd">In the strange city of life</td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_039">39</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#COLOPHON">COLOPHON</a></td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_040">40</a></td></tr> -</table> - -<p><a name="page_008" id="page_008"></a></p> - -<p><a name="page_009" id="page_009"></a></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<h2><a name="THE_LITTLE_SALAMANDER_TO_MARGOT" id="THE_LITTLE_SALAMANDER_TO_MARGOT"></a>THE LITTLE SALAMANDER: TO MARGOT</h2> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">W</span>HEN I GO FREE,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I think ’twill be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A night of stars and snow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the wild fires of frost shall light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My footsteps as I go;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nobody—nobody will be there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With groping touch, or sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see me in my bush of hair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dance burning through the night.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_010" id="page_010"></a></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<h2><a name="THE_SUNKEN_GARDEN" id="THE_SUNKEN_GARDEN"></a>THE SUNKEN GARDEN</h2> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">S</span>PEAK NOT—WHISPER NOT;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here bloweth thyme and bergamot;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Softly on the evening hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Secret herbs their spices shower,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dark-spiked rosemary and myrrh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lean-stalked, purple lavender;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hides within her bosom, too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All her sorrows, bitter rue.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Breathe not—trespass not;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of this green and darkling spot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Latticed from the moon’s beams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perchance a distant dreamer dreams;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perchance upon its darkening air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The unseen ghosts of children fare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Faintly swinging, sway and sweep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like lovely sea-flowers in its deep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While, unmoved, to watch and ward,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Mid its gloom’d and daisied sward,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stands with bowed and dewy head<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That one little leaden Lad.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_011" id="page_011"></a></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<h2><a name="THE_RIDDLERS" id="THE_RIDDLERS"></a>THE RIDDLERS</h2> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">‘T</span>HOU SOLITARY!’ the Blackbird cried,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘I, from the happy Wren,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Linnet and Blackcap, Woodlark, Thrush,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perched all upon a sweetbrier bush,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have come at cold of midnight-tide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To ask thee, Why and when<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grief smote thy heart so thou dost sing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In solemn hush of evening,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So sorrowfully, lovelorn Thing—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay, nay, not sing, but rave, but wail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Most melancholic Nightingale?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do not the dews of darkness steep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All pinings of the day in sleep?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why, then, when rocked in starry nest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We mutely couch, secure, at rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Doth thy lone heart delight to make<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Music for sorrow’s sake?’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A Moon was there. So still her beam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It seemed the whole world lay a-dream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lulled by the watery sea.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from her leafy night-hung nook<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon this stranger soft did look<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Nightingale: sighed he:—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">‘’Tis strange, my friend; the Kingfisher<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But yestermorn conjured me here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out of his green and gold to say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why thou, in splendour of the noon<a name="page_012" id="page_012"></a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wearest of colour but golden shoon.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And else dost thee array<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a most sombre suit of black?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Surely,” he sighed, “some load of grief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Past all our thinking—and belief—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must weigh upon his back!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do, then, in turn, tell me,—If joy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy heart as well as voice employ,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why dost thou now, most Sable, shine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In plumage woefuller far than mine?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy silence is a sadder thing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than any dirge I sing!’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus then these two small birds, perched there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Breathed a strange riddle both did share<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet neither could expound.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we—who sing but as we can,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the small knowledge of a man—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have we an answer found?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay, some are happy whose delight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is hid even from themselves from sight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And some win peace who spend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The skill of words to sweeten despair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of finding consolation where<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Life has but one dark end;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, in rapt solitude, tell o’er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A tale as lovely as forlore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into the midnight air.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_013" id="page_013"></a></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<h2><a name="MRS_GRUNDY" id="MRS_GRUNDY"></a>MRS. GRUNDY</h2> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">‘S</span>TEP VERY SOFTLY, sweet Quiet-foot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stumble not, whisper not, smile not:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By this dark ivy stoop cheek and brow.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still even thy heart! What seest thou?’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">‘High coifed, broad-browed, aged, suave yet grim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A large flat face, eyes keenly dim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Staring at nothing—that’s me!—and yet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a hate one could never, no, never forget....’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">‘This is my world, my garden, my home,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hither my father bade mother to come<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bear me out of the dark into light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And happy I was in her tender sight.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">‘And then, thou frail flower, she died and went,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forgetting my pitiless banishment,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that Old Woman—an Aunt—she said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Came hither, lodged, fattened, and made her bed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">‘Oh yes, thou most blessed, from Monday to Sunday<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has lived on me, preyed on me, Mrs. Grundy:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Called me, “dear Nephew”; on each of those chairs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has gloated in righteousness, heard my prayers.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">‘Why didst thou dare the thorns of the grove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Timidest trespasser, huntress of love?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now thou has peeped, and now dost know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What kind of creature is thine for foe.<a name="page_014" id="page_014"></a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">‘Not that she’ll tear out thy innocent eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poison thy mouth with deviltries.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Watch thou, wait thou: soon will begin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The guile of a voice: hark!... “Come in, Come in!”’<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_015" id="page_015"></a></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<h2><a name="THE_DARK_HOUSE" id="THE_DARK_HOUSE"></a>THE DARK HOUSE</h2> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">S</span>EE THIS HOUSE, how dark it is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath its vast-boughed trees!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not one trembling leaflet cries<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To that Watcher in the skies—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘Remove, remove thy searching gaze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Innocent, of Heaven’s ways,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brood not, Moon, so wildly bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On secrets hidden from sight.’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">‘Secrets,’ sighs the night-wind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘Vacancy is all I find;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every keyhole I have made<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wail a summons, faint and sad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No voice ever answers me,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Only vacancy.’<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘Once, once ...’ the cricket shrills,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And far and near the quiet fills<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With its tiny voice, and then<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Hush falls again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mute shadows creeping slow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mark how the hours go,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every stone is mouldering slow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the least winds that blow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some minutest atom shake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some fretting ruin make<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In roof and walls. How black it is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath these thick-boughed trees!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_016" id="page_016"></a></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<h2><a name="MISTRESS_FELL" id="MISTRESS_FELL"></a>MISTRESS FELL</h2> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">‘W</span>HOM seek you here, sweet Mistress Fell?’<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘One who loved me passing well.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dark his eye, wild his face—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stranger, if in this lonely place<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bide such an one, then, prythee, say<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>I</i> am come here to-day.’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">‘Many his like, Mistress Fell?’<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘I did not look, so cannot tell.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only this I surely know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When his voice called me, I must go;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Touched me his fingers, and my heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leapt at the sweet pain’s smart.’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">‘Why did he leave you, Mistress Fell?’<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘Magic laid its dreary spell.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stranger, he was fast asleep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into his dream I tried to creep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Called his name, soft was my cry:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He answered—not one sigh.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">‘The flower and the thorn are here;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Falleth the night-dew, cold and clear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out of her bower the bird replies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mocking the dark with ecstasies:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See how the earth’s green grass doth grow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Praising what sleeps below!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">‘Thus have they told me. And I come,<a name="page_017" id="page_017"></a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As flies the wounded wild-bird home.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not tears I give; but all that he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clasped in his arms sweet charity;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All that he loved—to him I bring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For a close whispering.’<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_018" id="page_018"></a></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<h2><a name="THE_STRANGER" id="THE_STRANGER"></a>THE STRANGER</h2> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">I</span>N THE WOODS AS I DID WALK,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dappled with the moon’s beam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I did with a Stranger talk,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his name was Dream.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Spurred his heel, dark his cloak,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shady-wide his bonnet’s brim;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His horse beneath a silvery oak<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grazed as I talked with him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Softly his breast-brooch burned and shone;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hill and deep were in his eyes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One of his hands held mine, and one<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fruit that makes men wise.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wonderly strange was earth to see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flowers white as milk did gleam;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spread to Heaven the Assyrian Tree<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over my head with Dream.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dews were still betwixt us twain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stars a trembling beauty shed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet—not a whisper comes again<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the words he said.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_019" id="page_019"></a></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<h2><a name="THE_FLIGHT" id="THE_FLIGHT"></a>THE FLIGHT</h2> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">H</span>OW DO THE DAYS press on, and lay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their fallen locks at evening down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whileas the stars in darkness play<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And moonbeams weave a crown—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A crown of flower-like light in heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where in the hollow arch of space<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Morn’s mistress dreams, and the Pleiads seven<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stand watch about her place.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Stand watch—O days no number keep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of hours when this dark clay is blind.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the world’s clocks are dumb in sleep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis then I seek my kind.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_020" id="page_020"></a></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<h2><a name="THE_REMONSTRANCE" id="THE_REMONSTRANCE"></a>THE REMONSTRANCE</h2> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">I</span> WAS AT PEACE UNTIL YOU CAME<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And set a careless mind aflame;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I lived in quiet; cold, content;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All longing in safe banishment,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until your ghostly lips and eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Made wisdom unwise.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Naught was in me to tempt your feet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To seek a lodging. Quite forgot<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lay the sweet solitude we two<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In childhood used to wander through;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Time’s cold had closed my heart about;<br /></span> -<span class="i8">And shut you out.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Well, and what then?... O vision grave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take all the little all I have!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strip me of what in voiceless thought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Life’s kept of life, unhoped, unsought!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reverie and dream that memory must<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Hide deep in dust!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This only I say,—Though cold and bare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The haunted house you have chosen to share,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still ’neath its walls the moonbeam goes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And trembles on the untended rose;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still o’er its broken roof-tree rise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The starry arches of the skies;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ’neath your lightest word shall be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The thunder of an ebbing sea.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_021" id="page_021"></a></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<h2><a name="THE_EXILE" id="THE_EXILE"></a>THE EXILE</h2> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">I</span> AM that Adam who, with Snake for guest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hid anguished eyes upon Eve’s piteous breast.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am that Adam who, with broken wings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fled from the Seraph’s brazen trumpetings.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Betrayed and fugitive, I still must roam<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A world where sin—and beauty—whisper of home.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, from wide circuit, shall at length I see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pure daybreak lighten again on Eden’s tree?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Loosed from remorse and hope and love’s distress,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enrobe me again in my lost nakedness?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more with wordless grief a loved one grieve,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But to heaven’s nothingness re-welcome Eve?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_022" id="page_022"></a></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<h2><a name="EYES" id="EYES"></a>EYES</h2> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">O</span> STRANGE DEVICES that alone divide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The seër from the seen—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The very highway of earth’s pomp and pride<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That lies between<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The traveller and the cheating, sweet delight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of where he longs to be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But which, bound hand and foot, he, close on night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can only see.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_023" id="page_023"></a></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<h2><a name="THE_TRYST" id="THE_TRYST"></a>THE TRYST</h2> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">W</span>HY IN MY HEART, O GRIEF,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dost thou in beauty bide?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dead is my well-content,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And buried deep my pride.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cold are their stones, beloved,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To hand and side.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The shadows of even are gone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shut are the day’s clear flowers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now have her birds left mute<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their singing bowers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lone shall we be, we twain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the night hours.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou with thy cheek on mine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dark hair loosed, shalt see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take the far stars for fruit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cypress tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in the yew’s black<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall the moon be.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We will tell no old tales,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor heed if in wandering air<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Die a lost song of love<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or the once fair;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still as well-water be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The thoughts we share!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And, while the ghosts keep<a name="page_024" id="page_024"></a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tryst from chill sepulchres,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dreamless our gaze shall sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sealed our ears;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heart unto heart will speak,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without tears.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O, thy veiled, lovely face—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Joy’s strange disguise—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall be the last to fade<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From these rapt eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere the first dart of daybreak<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pierce the skies.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_025" id="page_025"></a></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<h2><a name="THE_OLD_MEN" id="THE_OLD_MEN"></a>THE OLD MEN</h2> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">O</span>LD AND ALONE, SIT WE,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Caged, riddle-rid men;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lost to earth’s ‘Listen!’ and ‘See!’<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thought’s ‘Wherefore?’ and ‘When?’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Only far memories stray<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a past once lovely, but now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wasted and faded away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like green leaves from the bough.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Vast broods the silence of night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ruinous moon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lifts on our faces her light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whence all dreaming is gone.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We speak not; trembles each head;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In their sockets our eyes are still;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Desire as cold as the dead;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without wonder or will.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And One, with a lanthorn, draws near,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At clash with the moon in our eyes:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘Where art thou?’ he asks: ‘I am here,’<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One by one we arise.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And none lifts a hand to withhold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A friend from the touch of that foe:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heart cries unto heart, ‘Thou art old!’<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet reluctant, we go.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_026" id="page_026"></a></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<h2><a name="THE_FOOLS_SONG" id="THE_FOOLS_SONG"></a>THE FOOL’S SONG</h2> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">N</span>EVER, NO, NEVER, listen too long,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the chattering wind in the willows, the night bird’s song.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis sad in sooth to lie under the grass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But none too gladsome to wake and grow cold where life’s shadows pass.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dumb the old Toll-Woman squats,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, for every green copper battered and worn, doles out Nevers and Nots.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I know a Blind Man, too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who with a sharp ear listens and listens the whole world through.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, sit we snug to our feast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With platter and finger and spoon—and good victuals at least.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_027" id="page_027"></a></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<h2><a name="THE_DREAMER" id="THE_DREAMER"></a>THE DREAMER</h2> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">O</span> THOU who giving helm and sword,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gav’st, too, the rusting rain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And starry dark’s all tender dews<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To blunt and stain:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Out of the battle I am sped,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unharmed, yet stricken sore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A living shape ’mid whispering shades<br /></span> -<span class="i4">On Lethe’s shore.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No trophy in my hands I bring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To this sad, sighing stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The neighings and the trumps and cries<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Were but a dream—a dream.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Traitor to life, of life betrayed—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O, of thy mercy deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A dream my all, the all I ask<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Is sleep.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_028" id="page_028"></a></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<h2><a name="MOTLEY" id="MOTLEY"></a>MOTLEY</h2> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">C</span>OME, Death, I’d have a word with thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thou, poor Innocency;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Love—a lad with broken wing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Pity, too:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Fool shall sing to you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As Fools will sing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ay, music hath small sense,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a tune’s soon told,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Earth is old,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my poor wits are dense;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet have I secrets,—dark, my dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To breathe you all: Come near.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lest some hideous listener tells,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll ring my bells.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They’re all at war!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, yes, their bodies go<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Neath burning sun and icy star<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To chaunted songs of woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dragging cold cannon through a mire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of rain and blood and spouting fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The new moon glinting hard on eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wide with insanities!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hush!... I use words<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I hardly know the meaning of;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the mute birds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are glancing at Love<a name="page_029" id="page_029"></a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">From out their shade of leaf and flower,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trembling at treacheries<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which even in noonday cower.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heed, heed not what I said<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of frenzied hosts of men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More fools than I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On envy, hatred fed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who kill, and die—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spake I not plainly, then?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet Pity whispered, ‘Why?’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou silly thing, off to thy daisies go.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mine was not news for child to know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Death—no ears hath. He hath supped where creep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eyeless worms in hush of sleep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet, when he smiles, the hand he draws<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Athwart his grinning jaws—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Faintly the thin bones rattle, and—There, there;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hearken how my bells in the air<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Drive away care!...<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nay, but a dream I had<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a world all mad.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not simple happy mad like me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who am mad like an empty scene<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of water and willow tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the wind hath been;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But that foul Satan-mad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who rots in his own head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And counts the dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not honest one—and two—<a name="page_030" id="page_030"></a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But for the ghosts they were,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brave, faithful, true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When head in air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Earth’s clear green and blue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heaven they did share<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With Beauty who bade them there....<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There, now! Death goes—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mayhap I’ve wearied him.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ay, and the light doth dim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And asleep ’s the rose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tired Innocence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In dreams is hence....<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, Love, my lad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nodding that drowsy head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis time thy prayers were said!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_031" id="page_031"></a></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<h2><a name="TO_E_T_1917" id="TO_E_T_1917"></a>TO E. T.: 1917</h2> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">Y</span>OU SLEEP TOO WELL—too far away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For sorrowing word to soothe or wound;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your very quiet seems to say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How longed-for a peace you have found.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Else, had not death so lured you on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You would have grieved—’twixt joy and fear—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To know how my small loving son<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had wept for you, my dear.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_032" id="page_032"></a></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<h2><a name="ALEXANDER" id="ALEXANDER"></a>ALEXANDER</h2> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">I</span>T WAS THE GREAT ALEXANDER,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Capped with a golden helm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sate in the ages, in his floating ship,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">In a dead calm.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Voices of sea-maids singing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wandered across the deep:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sailors labouring on their oars<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Rowed, as in sleep.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All the high pomp of Asia,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Charmed by that siren lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out of their weary and dreaming minds,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Faded away.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like a bold boy sate their Captain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His glamour withered and gone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the souls of his brooding mariners,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">While the song pined on.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Time like a falling dew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Life like the scene of a dream<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Laid between slumber and slumber,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Only did seem....<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O Alexander, then,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all us mortals too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wax thou not bold—too bold<br /></span> -<span class="i4">On the wave dark-blue!<a name="page_033" id="page_033"></a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Come the calm, infinite night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who then will hear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aught save the singing<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Of the sea-maids clear?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_034" id="page_034"></a></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<h2><a name="FOR_ALL_THE_GRIEF" id="FOR_ALL_THE_GRIEF"></a>FOR ALL THE GRIEF</h2> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">F</span>OR all the grief I have given with words<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May now a few clear flowers blow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the dust, and the heat, and the silence of birds,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Where the lonely go.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For the thing unsaid that heart asked of me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be a dark, cool water calling—calling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the footsore, benighted, solitary,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">When the shadows are falling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O, be beauty for all my blindness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A moon in the air where the weary wend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dews burdened with loving-kindness<br /></span> -<span class="i8">In the dark of the end.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_035" id="page_035"></a></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<h2><a name="FAREWELL" id="FAREWELL"></a>FAREWELL</h2> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">W</span>HEN I lie where shades of darkness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall no more assail mine eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor the rain make lamentation<br /></span> -<span class="i6">When the wind sighs;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How will fare the world whose wonder<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was the very proof of me?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Memory fades, must the remembered<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Perishing be?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, when this my dust surrenders<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hand, foot, lip, to dust again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May these loved and loving faces<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Please other men!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May the rusting harvest hedgerow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still the Traveller’s Joy entwine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as happy children gather<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Posies once mine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Look thy last on all things lovely,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every hour. Let no night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seal thy sense in deathly slumber<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Till to delight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou have paid thy utmost blessing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since that all things thou wouldst praise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beauty took from those who loved them<br /></span> -<span class="i6">In other days.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_036" id="page_036"></a></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<h2><a name="CLEAR_EYES" id="CLEAR_EYES"></a>CLEAR EYES</h2> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">C</span>LEAR EYES do dim at last,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cheeks outlive their rose.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Time, heedless of the past,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No loving-kindness knows;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chill unto mortal lip<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still Lethe flows.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Griefs, too, but brief while stay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sorrow, being o’er,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its salt tears shed away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Woundeth the heart no more.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stealthily lave those waters<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That solemn shore.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah, then, sweet face burn on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While yet quick memory lives!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Sorrow, ere thou art gone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Know that my heart forgives—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere yet, grown cold in peace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It loves not, nor grieves.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_037" id="page_037"></a></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<h2><a name="MUSIC" id="MUSIC"></a>MUSIC</h2> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">W</span>HEN music sounds, gone is the earth I know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When music sounds, out of the water rise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Naiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rapt in strange dream burns each enchanted face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When music sounds, all that I was I am<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While from Time’s woods break into distant song<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The swift-winged hours, as I hasten along.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_038" id="page_038"></a></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<h2><a name="IN_A_CHURCHYARD" id="IN_A_CHURCHYARD"></a>IN A CHURCHYARD</h2> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">A</span>S children bidden to go to bed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Puff out their candle’s light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since that the natural dark is best<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For them to take their flight<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Into the realm of sleep: so we<br /></span> -<span class="i0">God’s bidding did obey;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not without fear our tired eyes shut,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wait—and wait—the day.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><a name="page_039" id="page_039"></a></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<h2><a name="TWO_HOUSES" id="TWO_HOUSES"></a>TWO HOUSES</h2> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">I</span>N THE STRANGE CITY OF LIFE<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two houses I know well:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One wherein Silence a garden hath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And one where Dark doth dwell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Roof unto roof they stand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shadowing the dizzied street,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Vanity flaunts her gilded booths<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the noontide glare and heat.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Green-graped upon their walls<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ancient, hoary vine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath clustered their carven lichenous stones<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With tendril serpentine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And ever and anon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dazed in that clamorous throng,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I thirst for the soundless fount that stills<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those orchards mute of song.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Knock, knock! nor knock in vain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heart, all thy secrets tell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Silence a fast-sealed garden hath<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Dark doth dwell.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - 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