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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. - - - -Title: Oxford Poetry - 1919 - -Author: Various - -Editor: Thomas Wade Earp - Dorothy Leigh Sayers - Siegfried Sassoon - -Release Date: November 3, 2015 [EBook #50378] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK OXFORD POETRY *** - - - - -Produced by MWS, Les Galloway and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was -produced from images generously made available by The -Internet Archive/Canadian Libraries) - - - - - - - - OXFORD POETRY - - 1919 - - - - - _Uniform with this Volume_ - - OXFORD POETRY, 1914 (_Out of Print_) - OXFORD POETRY, 1915 - OXFORD POETRY, 1916 - OXFORD POETRY, 1917 - OXFORD POETRY, 1918 - - - - - OXFORD POETRY - 1919 - - - EDITED BY - T. W. E., D. L. S., and S. S. - - - OXFORD - B. H. BLACKWELL, BROAD STREET - 1920 - - -The following authors wish to make acknowledgment for permission kindly -given to reprint: Mr. E. Dickinson, to the editor of _Coterie_; Mr. P. -H. B. Lyon, to the editor of the _Spectator_ ("The Song of Strength"); -Mr. W. Force Stead, to the editor of the _Poetry Review_. - - - - -CONTENTS - - - H. M. ANDREWS (NEW COLLEGE) PAGE - - SONG 1 - - T. H. W. ARMSTRONG (KEBLE) - - HERITAGE 2 - WATCHING 3 - LONELINESS 4 - - P. BLOOMFIELD (BALLIOL) - - TWILIGHT 5 - - VERA M. BRITTAIN (SOMERVILLE) - - TO A V.C. 6 - - H. I. BURT (BALLIOL) - - FROM THEIR DUST 7 - - F. W. BUTLER-THWING (NEW COLLEGE) - - THE TRAMP-SHIP 8 - PILOT AND CLOUDS 9 - - E. P. CHASE (MAGDALEN) - - SEVEN MISTS 10 - - "I AM CLOTHED WITH FURTIVE LIGHT" 10 - - W. R. CHILDE (MAGDALEN) - - LES HALLUCINÉS 11 - - E. A. C. CLARKE (KEBLE) - - FLOWERS 12 - - L. M. COOPER (LADY MARGARET HALL) - - LINES FOR A FLYLEAF OF HERODOTUS 13 - CRUSOE WAS A VAGABOND 14 - - ERIC DICKINSON (EXETER) - - THE GARDEN 16 - - B. EDWARDS (LADY MARGARET HALL) - - THE MAN WHO HAS FORGOTTEN TIME 18 - IN A CANOE (OXFORD) 19 - - RALPH W. W. FOX (MAGDALEN) - - LOVE WEEPING AMONG THE CROSSES 20 - ON HEARING THAT THE NAMES CARVED UPON AN OLD - SCHOOL TABLE ARE TO BE REMOVED 22 - THE ENVIOUS POETS 23 - - J. B. S. HALDANE (NEW COLLEGE) - - COMPLAINT OF THE BLASPHEMOUS BOMBERS AT BEIT - AIESSA 24 - - C. R. S. HARRIS (CORPUS) - - SONNET 25 - - B. HIGGINS (B.N.C.) - - GALLIPOLI: AN EPITAPH 26 - EVENTIDE 27 - - H. J. HOPE (CHRIST CHURCH) - - THE PATROL 28 - THE MONK'S FANCY 29 - AN ALPINE PICTURE 30 - - G. H. JOHNSTONE (MERTON) - - OXFORD IN MAY 31 - - C. H. B. KITCHIN (EXETER) - - SOMME FILM, 1916 32 - ESCHATOLOGICAL SONNET 33 - EPILOGUE 34 - RULER OF INFINITE AUSTERITY 35 - - JOHN LANGDON-DAVIES (ST. JOHN'S) - - QUITS! 36 - - P. H. B. LYON (ORIEL) - - THE SECRET PLAYROOM 37 - THE SONG OF STRENGTH 39 - THE DESERTED GARDEN 41 - - G. A. MOSTYN (BALLIOL) - - LES MISERABLES 42 - - A. S. MOTT (MERTON) - - UMBRA 43 - - K. MOUNSEY (HOME STUDENT) - - TO A LITTLE HOUSE IN OXFORD 44 - - R. M. S. PASLEY (UNIVERSITY) - - THE DIVER 45 - - V. DE S. PINTO (CHRIST CHURCH) - - STATION 46 - SWANS 47 - - H. S. REID (SOMERVILLE) - - A DREAM 48 - - E. RENDALL (HOME STUDENT) - - EPITAPH 49 - - D. L. SAYERS (SOMERVILLE) - - FOR PHAON 50 - SYMPATHY 51 - VIALS FULL OF ODOURS 52 - - W. FORCE STEAD (QUEEN'S) - - THE VOICE IN THE NIGHT 53 - - L. A. G. STRONG (WADHAM) - - AT PUNNET'S TOWN 55 - DALLINGTON 56 - EENA-MENA-MINA-MO 57 - - D. A. E. WALLACE (SOMERVILLE) - - IMPROMPTU IN MARCH 59 - IN NEW COLLEGE CLOISTERS 60 - THE BEGGAR-MAIDEN 61 - - J. L. WING (MAGDALEN) - - LOUIS ONZE 62 - - - - - _H. M. ANDREWS_ - (_NEW COLLEGE_) - - -SONG - - I met a sage at the break of day, - And he welcomed me with a smile; - He spoke his words of encouragement - And we parted after a while. - - I met a fair lady when all was bright, - And the sun was burning on high; - She turned to me with her deep, dark eyes - And sold herself for a lie. - - I met a child when the world was dark - And I was drear and alone; - The child spoke naught, - But the dark became light; - The day of glory had come. - - The barren ground shone with splendour high, - Bare branches dripped with gold, - And the earth was transformed to heaven, - Just as the sage foretold. - - - - - _T. H. W. ARMSTRONG_ - (_KEBLE_) - - -HERITAGE - - Here in my glass is blood of kings, - The life-blood of a race that lies - Long dead. The jewels burning in your rings - Are an Egyptian woman's eyes. - - Your beads are dead bones; even my breath - Breathes hot words that were others' pain. - Now these fair things are ours awhile, till death - Brings us to quiet sleep again. - - Then we shall put our love aside - For lovers of a later birth, - And leave to them this body's fragrant pride, - For jewels, in the heart of earth. - - -WATCHING - - Midnight at last! And you, I know, - Are sleeping there - Peaceful. Stars keep - Great guard upon you. Calm, and still, and white - You are. One moment all your pale swift hair - Is quiet as the night. - - Here in this mud, this beastliness - Of war, the thought - Of your soft sleep - Soothes a tired mind as a rare ointment may - Comfort a wound, sweet-scented ointment brought - From strange lands, far away. - - -LONELINESS - - I watched the moon behind the trees - Float in a sea of sky. - The aspen whispers in the breeze, - The rest is silence now. And I - Can feel my loneliness around - Me fall. No human face - There is. None speaks. Never a sound - Save whispering leaves in this still place. - - I have two friends, and they are dead, - Perhaps about their graves - Are trees that whisper overhead, - While in the grass the nettle waves. - - - - - _P. BLOOMFIELD_ - (_BALLIOL_) - - -TWILIGHT - - The day grows fainter, moonlit evening fills - With calm and cool the lilac-scented land, - And I feel--were I on the western hills, - At last, at last, now might I understand - These mysteries of Life; how things began, - And why I love my darling as I do, - And how came longing to the soul of Man, - And whether Death must sever me from you. - Ah, hush! A spirit moves abroad, whose veil - The poets would give all the world to raise, - But, failing, tell some wistful fairy-tale, - And laugh, and weep, and go their several ways. - The birds are sleeping: nay, I do not know - What's in the twilight, makes my heart beat so! - - - - - _VERA M. BRITTAIN_ - - (_SOMERVILLE_) - - -TO A V.C. - - Because your feet were stayed upon that road - Whereon the others swiftly came and passed, - Because the harvest you and they had sowed - You only reaped at last. - - Tis not your valour's meed alone you bear - Who stand the object of a nation's pride, - For on that humble Cross you live to wear - Your friends were crucified. - - They shared with you the conquest over fear, - Sublime self-disregard, decision's power, - But Death, relentless, left you lonely here - In recognition's hour. - - Their sign is yours to carry to the end; - The lost reward of gallant hearts as true - As yours they called their leader and their friend - Is worn for them by you. - - - - - _H. T. BURT_ - (_BALLIOL_) - - -FROM THEIR DUST - - Not in their immortality alone - Live those bright spirits who for honour spent - Their rich inheritance of years, and went - Gay-heartedly to meet the wide unknown. - - Not though the fields where their young limbs were strown - Once more be chartered by the foeman's tent, - And all the achieving of their tournament - Be scattered to the winds or overthrown. - - For from their memory and quickening dust - Shall spring the flashing squadrons of the dawn; - And they shall set their spears and ride afar - To seek and battle, thrust and counterthrust, - For grails from our beclouded eyes withdrawn, - The champion warriors of a holier war. - - -ERRATUM. - -_For_ H. I. Burt _read_ H. T. Burt, to whom also should be attributed -"Pilot and Clouds" (page 9). - - - - - _F. W. BUTLER-THWING_ - (_NEW COLLEGE_) - - -THE TRAMP-SHIP - - Sailing over summer seas, - Seeking ports of rest, - Dancing with the dancing breeze, - Host and guest. - - Calmed beside the setting sun, - Lifeless on the deep, - Waiting till the halt be done - And the sleep. - - Driving 'gainst the sullen storm, - Striking hard the foe, - Gallant heart and gallant form - Breast the snow. - - Homeward, homeward in the years, - All thy pennons fly; - Bravely onward, smiles and tears, - Home to die. - -_July, 1911._ - - - - -PILOT AND CLOUDS - - Clouds, little clouds, tell me whither are you going to, - Spun by the sun of the shearing of the sea? - "Thither we are bound, where the West Wind is blowing to, - Off on a holiday, merrymakers we." - - Clouds, merry clouds, will you wait till I may fly to you, - Share in the frolic of your gay company? - "Nay, for the West Wind bids us say good-bye to you, - Save if your chariot be speedier than he." - - Swift are my steeds: at the thunderous career of them - The high, lone silences that cradle you will flee. - "Think you our hilarity will tremble at the fear of them, - We who laugh in thunder and lighten in our glee?" - - Then will I fly to you, dance with you, play with you, - Hover on your breast where the shadow cannot be. - "Hurry, brother, hurry, for we may not delay with you, - Off on a holiday, merrymakers we." - - - - - _E. P. CHASE_ - (_MAGDALEN_) - - -SEVEN MISTS - - The beauty of the High is not in brilliance - Nor in a florid sculpturing of stone, - Nor radiant colours, brave design, smooth stones, - But the wide curve and placid flow,--and that - St. Mary's spire and seven twilight mists - Are hanging over Oxford towers to-night. - - - I am clothed with furtive light - Reflected from that pallid sun - When it sets, hardly bright, - Behind Merton tower, daylight done. - - When the moon, silver-hued, - Through Cowley generated mist - Tears its way and glimmers nude - Above Magdalen tower, it keeps tryst - - With that spirit of my soul - Which would glide through Oxford streets, - Still, unseen, without control, - With wide eyes scanning whom it meets. - - - - - _W. R. CHILDE_ - (_MAGDALEN_) - - -LES HALLUCINÉS - - This is the singing of the sons of Hâli, - As they stand at their booth-doors when brazen eve - Covers the city of Chrysopolis - Like the vast cup of an inverted flower, - And into the pale blue cope of marble twilight - Steal up men's souls like incense strange and pure. - - "This is the singing of the sons of Hâli, - To you, O seraphs, where you lean your breasts - Upon the perfumed clouds of sunsetting, - And your huge wings, enormous, like a swan's, - Alone cover with silver plumes of fire - Your long sides, strange as pictures in Toledo-- - - "O seraphs, with your melting eyes like girls', - And rosy breasts embosomed in the eve, - Vouchsafe to us a little rain of coins, - Of golden sequins tumbling through our sleep; - Give us of heavenly gold, we have none earthly, - And stab our souls with seeds of sworded fire."-- - _This_ is the singing of the sons of Hâli. - - - - - _E. A. C. CLARKE_ - (_KEBLE_) - - -FLOWERS - - Shining, never-thirsty flowers, - That by the water-side - Do never plaintive cry for showers - To damp their local pride. - - Lazy they wag their lovely heads, - Nodding that way and this, - Lithe bodies upon mossy beds - With lips bedewed that kiss. - - The kindly and generous stream - That gently ripples by, - An idle, silvery dream, - Where sleeping fishes lie. - - These delicate flowers of Mary - Lie long and overgrown, - While Martha's parched and weary - Stand in the sun and groan - - - - - _L. M. COOPER_ - (_LADY MARGARET HALL_) - - -LINES FOR A FLYLEAF OF HERODOTUS - - No lover and no kinsmen pass - To honour the deep-buried dead. - The roads are covered up with grass - That burned beneath th' Immortals' tread. - No tramp of armed foe is heard, - Nor bowstrings' twang, nor arrows' hiss, - Nor sound to scare the nesting bird - On rocky Salamis. - - Yet runs the Royal Road to-day, - From Sardis up to Suza town, - And still above the Rhamnian Way - The heights of Marathon look down: - Still from the blue, Ægean wave - The sea-wind sweeps with keen salt breath - The hills that saw the Spartan brave - Comb their long hair for death. - - -CRUSOE WAS A VAGABOND - - Wise men pray for hearth and home, a comely wife to tend them, - And dread to feed the little folks that clamber on their knee; - Their fathers' fields to plough and sow--their old friends to - befriend them, - But Crusoe was a vagabond, and ran away to sea. - - He strayed upon the docks of Hull, and smelt the tar and cordage, - He saw the bales of foreign ware piled high upon the quay, - He heard the seamen singing, and the outbound ship-bells ringing - Across the fog and darkness;--and he ran away to sea. - - He might have dwelt by barn and dyke our fathers made before us, - And dipped his fat sheep yearly in the burn that turns the mill; - He might have heard the harvest home go up in lusty chorus, - When the last wain comes lumbering across the moonlit hill. - - But he heard the loud surf thundering against the harbour wall, - The brown be-earringed sailor-men all swearing on the quay; - The salt was in his nostrils, and he cared no more at all - For barn or byre or cattle; but he ran away to sea. - - The boys he knew are grey, old men, and soon their sons shall lay - them - To rest beside the little church upon the spur of hill: - The distant hum of chant and prayers, the feet of them that pray them, - The sunlight and the blackbirds' song shall be about them still. - - But he's a homeless wanderer from Rio Grande to Malabar, - And God knows who shall stand by him, or what his end shall be. - The wheeling gulls shall cry his dirge, the great waves drum his - burial, - When his poor old battered body slips into the greedy sea. - - - - - _ERIC DICKINSON_ - (_EXETER_) - - -THE GARDEN - - Blessed with the green of rains, charged sweet with scent of May, - The garden paths caressed her as she walked with slow foot-fall; - Slight was her frame, but took no pressure of decay, - And age had found age beautiful as when youth gave youth all. - Far over dreamy meadows bells toll the dying sun, - And a quiet is on her spirit for the tender drooping balm - Of the evening filled with perfume the spring has swiftly won, - And the rising moon that greets her in the garden of her calm. - - The ebony stick has brought her by the phlox and marigold, - And a dream of one is with her who loved this place the best of all, - Who was straight and clean of stature as Bayard was of old-- - Who when the drummers beat the fields obeyed the drummers' call. - His letters breathed a brighter hope than any she had heard, - Nor any hint he gave to her that for his fairest youth - Death leapt and chattered daily, and daily was deterred - From staying all the transient joys that chased across his mouth. - - The mother thrilled with sense of beauty infinite: - For here it was the lithe, strong arms had pressed her to his breast, - And his proud mouth had sealed on hers the proudest right - That lovely tenderness may plan in gardens of the West. - And so the moon grew white to silver all the lawns, - While the garden wicket grows more white because a shadow near - Has come to steal the wakened joy of any further dawns. - The hand upon the wicket trembles, the vision is not clear - - Of the one woman in the garden who is so quiet and still. - At last the shadow enters and knows a form has sudden fled, - And now is lonely weeping upon a haunted hill-- - For with it entered a company of France's hidden dead. - At the sound of feet she turns, while her heart has made such stir - That makes her grip her stick more close and head grow more erect: - She sees a priest's worn cassock, and priests are sore to her, - For as a child she knew they moved where life's best ships were - wrecked. - - "Madame, your son is dead," said he, with lowered glance: - "But he bade them say the lilies yet are strong within the gale, - He died a hero's death for honour and for France!" - Then the mother faced and fixed his eyes, but the cheeks were - drawn and pale. - "I thank you for these words, for I see God spared him speech - Before he died, and there are mothers for whom no words atone - For speech of those they love, and whom no tidings reach. - I thank you. And now leave me, for I would be alone." - - And there she sits so quiet in the light of the young moon, - While the flowers are dead, and the fruits are dead along with the - young life - That someone sped to the depth of the last dim lagoon. - But only the priest in the fields of youth hears the requiem guns - of strife. - And he knows that strife goes on and on, for ever on and on, - While the harps of the world shall play no more, nor any more - shall bring - The maids and youths to laughter until that the end be won, - And the eyes of men grow young again, and the heart of the world - can sing. - - - - - _B. EDWARDS_ - (_LADY MARGARET HALL_) - - -THE MAN WHO HAS FORGOTTEN TIME - - The ancient man who has forgotten time - Walks seldom in the hurried city street, - Where is the man who has forgotten time? - For we so seldom meet-- - - Only sometimes on mornings after rain, - When feathers from the passing wings of night - Linger in wide sky spaces after rain, - I see the strangest sight-- - - The houses by the river melt away, - And there are paths between the silent trees, - And all the city's uproar melts away - Into the hum of bees. - - And by the water walks an ancient man, - Who watches how the swift-tailed squirrels climb, - And him I know to be the ancient man - Who has forgotten time. - - I often meet him pacing on the hills, - Or near flat marshy wastes where no one goes, - But very seldom will he leave the hills - Or sea-cliffs that he knows. - - And so I meet him rarely in the town, - But I can always tell his face again, - And sometimes I have seen him in the town - At daybreak after rain. - - -IN A CANOE (OXFORD) - - So many things you thought you knew - Are different seen from a canoe: - On either bank the grass is far - Higher than other grasses are, - And all the willows make a roof - Fretted with branches--not aloof - Like trees in gardens and in squares - Which never hit you unawares. - - - - - _RALPH W. W. FOX_ - (_MAGDALEN_) - - -LOVE WEEPING AMONG THE CROSSES - - Cupid has broken his bow, - His arrows are shattered and lost. - Oh, look at him, look at him now, - His pinions trailing the dust! - - The beautiful boy is sad, - The glory has left his glance, - You would say he had never been glad, - That his limbs did not know how to dance. - Oh, look at him, look at him now, - Hugging his broken bow, - Forlornly he wanders about - Dreaming forgotten things... - Nobody heeds him now, - Nobody hears if he sings. - - Once at his wanton play - Everyone railed and laughed, - But nobody laughs to-day - For love is so far away. - - Beautiful sorrowing child, - Hugging your broken bow, - Your eyes grow suddenly wild, - Anguish is twisting your face... - So changed from the Cupid's we know, - The Cupid of dimples and grace. - Cupid is down on his knees, - Down in the midst of the crosses; - His glorious, childish head - Is bowed on his lovely arms... - But the young of the world are dead - And heedless of Cupid's charms. - Oh, look at him, look at him now, - The delicate shoulders shake. - Hugging his broken bow - Cupid is weeping now. - Cupid is weeping as though - His wonderful heart would break. - - -ON HEARING THAT THE NAMES CARVED UPON AN OLD SCHOOL TABLE ARE TO BE -REMOVED - - Gaze long upon this length of lifeless deal, - Carved with rude cipher or with ill-cut name. - Here youthful hands have wrought to set their seal - Of immortality. No idle fame - For those too-soon-forgotten names they sought, - Only that others, seeing them, might say, - These too were young and here have something brought - Of youth's high heart, ere going each his way. - - These names, that thus have sung the joyous song - Of youth's endeavour, now must fade and die - 'Neath the cold malice that doth e'er belong - To small minds wielding blind authority. - So youth by age is ever vanquishèd - And beauty smirched and soiled when youth is dead. - - -THE ENVIOUS POETS - - You say we are happy, being poets, - In our poor songs and tawdry tales. - I tell you it is not true. - There are those we envy above the gods, - And they are the painters and carvers. - With bright colour and cunning line - They have the power to conjure up before them - Great visions of all the loveliness they have known. - A tree, the sea at night, - A friend, - The dear face of their belovèd, - All these they can make live before them - In colour, in marble. - But what satisfaction do you think there is - In a black printed word? - I tell you we envy the painters and carvers. - - - - - _J. B. S. HALDANE_ - (_NEW COLLEGE_) - - -COMPLAINT OF THE BLASPHEMOUS BOMBERS AT BEIT AIESSA - - It was not our hand or our fathers' hand, - Nor mortal malice and the hate of men, - That drew us to this far disastrous land - Where the old primal night comes on again. - Thy hand, O God of battles, and Thy voice - Drew friend and foe into one net of hell, - Wherefore Thine angels glory and rejoice, - Thine enemies shall perish. It is well. - - We who had hoped in vain that for a season - We might hold back Thy darkness from mankind, - We who had trusted and obeyed our reason, - We now are helpless and amazed and blind. - Thou hast grudged the rich his little hours of pleasure, - The little things of life that he held dear, - The worker his fireside and evening leisure: - Thou hast Thy will. One doom has drawn us here. - - Therefore from this unhallowed desolation, - Where these, the victims of Thy monstrous lust, - Half-buried in the mud of their damnation, - Crumble--how slowly!--into loathsome dust, - We curse Thee, God, nor shall our sons and daughters - Fall at Thy footstool as their fathers fell, - But, tired of tears and loyalties and slaughters, - Lie down in peace and laugh at heaven and hell. - - - - - _C. R. S. HARRIS_ - (_CORPUS_) - - -SONNET - -"Cum tacet omnis ager."--VIRGIL. - - Oh for the stillness of the midnight hours, - When all the earth is silent, and the breeze - Rustles no more the branches of the trees, - And makes no music in the leafy bowers, - When Nature sleeps, and all earth's myriad flowers - Folded in slumber take their dewy ease, - And hushed is all the moaning of the seas, - Lulled by the magic of enchanting powers. - For then the green earth sleeps, and for a while - Forgets her sorrow, and her heaving breast - Is sunk in a deep calm and liquid rest. - And the still waters of the silver sea, - Bathed in the glory of the moon's cold smile, - Reflect the splendour of eternity. - - - - - _B. HIGGINS_ - (_B. N. C._) - - -GALLIPOLI: AN EPITAPH - - The moan of centuries breaks around these shores, - Whispers of sultry ages, and of woes - Low-trumpeted against the arch of Heaven.... - - A land that bows beneath the crescent moon - And shrinks within its glinting gaze--is this - The mausoleum of our nation's dead? - Yea, for their glory gathers on this strand! - Mourn not the brave with tears. These pagan hills - Are touched with sanctity: the Voice of God - Thrills thro' the barrenness of shrivell'd fields - And lingers where these warriors lie entombed-- - 'Neath the vast solitudes of Asian skies, - Where sleep they in a hush of eventide, - The sea their dirge, the stars their monuments! - -MELBOURNE, 1917. - - -EVENTIDE - - A thrush throbs out his mournful melody, - And shadowy fingers of approaching Dusk - Clutch vaguely at the trees - And shroud the purple hills: - - And softly sobbing noon-winds float astir, - Bedewing tearful kisses on the buds - That freeze in filmy fold: - The waters, icy-chill, - - Are gurgling from their depths, and nestling birds - Stand sunset-splashed, with plumage all dismay'd, - To join the woeful chant, - The dirge of waning day. - -GIPPSLAND HILLS, 1917. - - - - - _H. J. HOPE_ - (_CHRIST CHURCH_) - - -THE PATROL - - All night we prowled the stricken No Man's Land, - And the high stars looked down dispassionate. - I wondered if they could but understand - That we poor grovelling things were fighters yet. - Fighters, O God! Begrimed, intent to kill, - But starting at all the secret noises near. - We'd sent our hearts to sleep; but mind and will - Fought the cold duel with children's night-born fear. - The haunted silence quenched the stir of fight, - The tainted wind no word of courage spoke. - We turned at last: sudden the grass dew-white - Smelt as it does at home: my heart awoke. - God sent one bird to sing: the old sun came - And lit the Eastern skies with orange flame. - - -THE MONK'S FANCY - - The old monk down by the sea-beach listening, - Thought that the waves were singing a song, - And the wheeling gulls in the sea-spray glistening - Wheeled with the music that bore them along. - - Day after day by the sea-beach dreaming, - The old monk heard what the sea-song told, - And he set the tale in the great book gleaming - With beautiful colours and letters of gold. - - But one word only he set to flame there, - And naught of the tale but that golden word, - And sadly said all the men that came there - That none could know what the old monk heard. - - -AN ALPINE PICTURE - - The earth beneath this awful snow - No feet have ever trod, - These icy peaks could never know - The smile of any God. - And as I watch I know again - Cruel tales I dare not tell, - Of legions of forsaken men - Who freeze in Dante's hell. - - - - - _G. H. JOHNSTONE_ - (_MERTON_) - - -OXFORD IN MAY - - When we have snapped the chain of tranquil youth, - And run to revel in the loud World's Fair, - And straddled on the painted roundabouts, - Clapping our hands at clowns, and horns that blare; - - O heart of mine, when it grows late, and all - The noisy tents flap dully on the grey - Shivers of evening, and the Showman locks - The clamorous booths, and sends the crowd away; - - When we have found how terrible is age, - And how men piped for us to dance, and we - Danced, till we caught them laughing through the tune, - And turned away, sick at their mockery: - - Then in the silent room, with the lamp lit, - We shall remember the still summer nights, - The gold moon rising over Magdalen Bridge, - And how the curving High was gemmed with lights. - - - - - _C. H. B. KITCHIN_ - (_EXETER_) - - -SOMME FILM, 1916 - - For you at least, sweet wanderers in the dark, - There is no cause to cry from cypress-trees - To a forgetful world; since you are seen - Of all twice nightly at the cinema, - While the munition-makers clap their hands. - - -ESCHATOLOGICAL SONNET - - Before the final darkness, side by side - We watched the huge red sun glow in the sky - Malevolently dim, longing to die, - As though his dull and sullen face would chide - Slow-footed time that forced him to abide - Unnumbered ages in death-agony, - While at our feet the sea bore sluggishly - The burden of a salt-encumbered tide. - No word we spoke, but gazed with solemn eyes - Where the last sunset slowly passed away - And left the sky a sheet of endless grey, - Seeing the world, God's careful sacrifice, - The victim of an infinite decay, - And thinking of the worm that never dies. - - -EPILOGUE - - We are the silk which other limbs have worn, - Those passive folds admired and kept with care, - Till fashion changes, and, no longer rare, - The garment is dishonoured, swept with scorn - Into the massive wardrobe of the night, - Where neither hands shall fondle preciously - Nor eyes shall gaze on us in charity-- - The wasted fabric of an old delight. - - * * * * * - - The night is huge and rich with hidden song - Of its eternal victims grandly singing - A threnody, whose fragrance ever clinging - To night's embroidery still hands along - The endless chain of unrepentant years, - Rejoicing in the gift of human tears. - - - Ruler of infinite austerity - From whom, long listening through ecstatic hours, - Men seek a spiritual mutilation - And guidance to the unperturbed serene, - Yours was the voice at which our grasping hands - Refrained from clutching at iniquity - Still warm with flame that licks the roof of hell, - But having will of us you are transfigured - With an attractive aureole whose glare - Is colder than a mist around the moon; - Wherefore in wisdom meditate on this - That when outworn incessantly with kneeling - On penitential stone, the flesh of man, - Delirious with fasting and sweet wounds - Self-loved and self-inflicted, cries for peace, - It is for you the spirit sings with joy - The chant ineffable of hidden spheres; - For you it finds delight voluptuous - In weakness through the curtains of the night, - --Not for the abstract law which you devise. - - - - - _JOHN LANGDON-DAVIES_ - (_ST. JOHN'S_) - - -QUITS! - - Beyond the last hill stands a row - Of poplars sighing, - Amid the dwellings where dreams go. - When they are dying. - - One side the stream, a pleasure ground - Where they carouse; - On the far side, with yew-trees bound, - The lazar-house. - - And when the night has riven with stars - The veil of day, - I see their drunken half-shapes pass - By the stream way. - - "O dreams, O guests, who poisoned night - With leprosy; - Amid the stream and the moonlight - Oh, think on me!" - - - - - _P. H. B. LYON_ - (_ORIEL_) - - -THE SECRET PLAYROOM - -(_Graudenz, 1918._) - - To-day has been a holiday; - From our high room, with dumb desire, - I have been watching through the wire - The German boys and girls at play. - - As music, knitting tongues in one, - To each in his own language sings, - So echo in their laughter rings - Of happy voices I have known. - - O children I have loved so well, - In Hampshire wood or Cornish moor, - On many a littered schoolroom floor, - In Surrey garden, Yorkshire dell, - - The friends of long sea holidays, - Or playmates of an afternoon, - All you whose memories are strewn - Like flowers about my ordered ways, - - Here in my lone heart I have made - A playroom worthy of your love, - With yellow walls, a frieze above, - A tall lamp with a golden shade, - - And old prints hung on picture-hooks, - Red window-curtains, chairs straight-backed, - An acting chest, a cupboard stacked - With ragged treasures, story-books - - Jostling the grammars on the shelves, - A chipped white service set for three, - A broidered cosy for the tea, - All, all is there, save you yourselves. - - But should your hearts recall me yet - By any trick of word or thought, - Some book I read, some game I taught, - Then--in that instant of regret-- - - Your spirit flies across the sea - On starry pinions through the night, - Into my chamber of delight - Your spirit flies to play with me. - - -THE SONG OF STRENGTH - - We have washed our hands of the blood, we have turned at length - From the strait blind alleys of death to the way of peace; - Gladly we labour, singing the song of our strength, - The strength of man long-fettered that finds release: - - The splendid body of man; O hand and eye - Working in trained accord! O flying feet! - The play of muscle in leg and shoulder and thigh, - Strong to endure or to strive, sublime, complete: - - Man, who has bound the waters, enslaved the wind, - Tamed the desolate places, set his span - O'er the abyss, unconquered and unconfined, - Spending his strength in toil for the glory of man: - - The climber setting his foot on the perilous slope, - The hunter driving the wild thing from its lair, - The traveller steering his course by the star of his hope, - Never too faint to believe, too weak to dare: - - The fisherman facing the storm while landsmen sleep, - The swimmer--poised for an instant against the sky, - Filling the eye with beauty, plunging deep, - With wet white shoulders thrusting the billows by: - - The airman hovering, sweeping above the hill, - The engine driving a furrow of flame through the night, - The long ships breasting the waves,--they are with us still, - The strong clean things we have made for our heart's delight. - - Strength of the mind and will despising sloth, - Seeking the task unfinished, the goal unguessed, - Sowing the seed in faith, entrusting the growth - To the strength of their children, after their hands have rest: - - Strength of the maker, serving a distant age, - The poet shaping his dream to a deathless rhyme, - The doctor fighting disease, the chemist, the sage, - Grappling with nature, challenging space and time! - - So shall we sing as we labour, till faint hearts hear - And turn from their sorrow to listen, to cry at length, - "Lo, we have put away doubt, and cast off fear; - Come, let us fashion the world to the song of our strength!" - - -THE DESERTED GARDEN - - Now these are gone, these beautiful playfellows, - Gone from the green lawns under my balcony, - Gone, and the house no more, the orchard - Echoes no more to their happy laughter. - - How oft I watched them playing, the innocent - Boy friend and girl friend under the cedar-tree, - Till through the soft dusk rose the twinkling - Stars, and the lamps in the lane were shining. - - Fair head to dark head leaning and whispering, - Old games and new games, pirates and Indians, - Short skirts and bare knees madly racing, - Climbing aloft on the cedar branches. - - Day comes and night comes, summer and holiday, - Swift, ah! the bright hours, merry adventurers! - Tears now, a first shy kiss at parting, - Tears--and a hand at the corner waving.... - - White through the dawn-mist, careless of yesterday, - Life stretches onward, life the attainable - White road along dim hills of dreamland; - Childhood is dead, and the leaves drift over. - - Yet here in bleak house slumbers the memory, - Here, here in green lawn, orchard and cedar-tree, - Fair head and dark head, laughter, laughter, - Evening, and voices across the starlight. - - - - - _G. A. MOSTYN_ - (_BALLIOL_) - - -LES MISÉRABLES - - Lips burning lips in passionate caress, - Clasped, slightly swaying, pallid as the moon, - Two wretches, cleaving to each other, press - Their aching bodies into semi-swoon. - - All the night through, till the stars droop and fail, - The girdle of their arms is not undone, - And when the night is finished, flaccid, pale, - Two ghosts rise up, and gaze upon the sun, - - And turning from each other go their ways - Drunken with horror, reeling with sick shame, - Calling a curse on God for all their days - Of ravening, all their fierce nights of flame. - - And lo! before the coming of the night - They meet and greet again in shame's despite. - -_September, 1919._ - - - - - _A. S. MOTT_ - (_MERTON_) - - -UMBRA - - I love the shadows of things; - Pale, grey, patternings - In the aqueous wonder of dawn: - Elm branches distort, - Outrageously wrought - On a woven texture of lawn. - Cloud shadows that go - In stateliest pacing - Of nebulous gracing - Down valleys of tumbled loam: - Faint shapes in the snow - Intricately interlacing, - Of moonlight tracing: - The shifting shadow of foam on foam. - - - - - _K. MOUNSEY_ - (_HOME STUDENT_) - - -TO A LITTLE HOUSE IN OXFORD - - Through the half-opened door the light streams out - Across the street, - And lays a path of gold on stones worn grey - By passing feet. - I catch a glimpse of flowers in quaint old bowls - Standing in gloom, - And many books on intimate low shelves - Go round the room. - - - - - _R. M. S. PASLEY_ - (_UNIVERSITY_) - - -THE DIVER - - I saw a figure standing in the mist - Dim and alone upon a column's height - Which fell in marble precipice of white - Down to the sea. Sudden the clean sun kissed - His arms wide-stretching to the finger-tips, - And showed his supple body glistening - Clear in the naked heaven, and the ring - Of a gay laugh broke eager from his lips; - - So would I stand upon the dizzy ledge - When I have lived, shake back my tumbled hair, - Deliberately toe the empty edge, - Laugh out my last defiance to the air, - Then raise my arms, and, drinking one deep breath, - Eye-open plunge into the sea of Death. - - - - - _V. DE S. PINTO_ - (_CHRIST CHURCH_) - - -STATION - - Late at night in the station - It is cold: the gas lamps shine, - Down-pointing pyramids of yellow light - In a long, solemn line. - - People are waiting on the platform, - Pacing to the end and back, - Or sitting huddled, drowsy, on the seats, - All dressed in black. - - Their faces look pale and delicate like ivory; - Far off in the night, - Like the sinister eye of a wild beast, - Winks a green light. - - So still, so still: a faint scream in the distance, - Then silence and the train - Crashes in, a golden horse, fiercely triumphant, - Tossing his fiery mane. - - -SWANS - - You too have seen the great white swans, who glide - Upon the lonely waters of the world, - Curving their delicate necks with queenly pride - Above the shining mirror, wherein is whirled - All the wild seething mob of human things, - The riot of men and those strange gods and kings, - They set up on great golden thrones and crown - With garlands of bright stars, then drag them down - Into the mud with fierce tumultuous cries. - Yes, all these wild reflections soon will pass, - The drunken laughter and the vast distress, - And the waters will be clear as polished glass, - Imaging only calm unruffled skies, - And the swans will still sail on in their proud loveliness. - - - - - _H. S. REID_ - (_SOMERVILLE_) - - -A DREAM - - I sailed among the Orcades - In the green encircling seas. - So near the isles our nest did glide - I picked a flower at the waterside; - And just so quickly were we sped - That I bruised the stalk and plucked the head. - - There was no foam upon the waves, - They swelled to glassy hills and caves; - But foam white were the thorns that grew - Among the meadow flowers blue. - Laus tibi Domine, - That gavest such a dream to me. - - - - - _E. RENDALL_ - (_HOME STUDENT_) - - -EPITAPH - -(FOR JULIA) - - Here lies a Costermonger, - Tall was she, - Just the very size you'd wish a - Christmas tree to be. - All life long she stood a-hawking - Small delights, - Merry scornings, gay good-mornings, - Kind good-nights. - Bright balloons of mirth she'd cry you, - Apples of jest, - Laces--but you found them heartstrings-- - Of the best, - Quips and kisses, April laughter, - Had you a mind - There were posies--all she sold you - Paid for in kind. - Scraps of fun and fluffs of fancy, - Trayfuls of toys - For stock-in-trade: for customers - Grown-up girls and boys. - Here lies a Costermonger, - Dark the world to me - As when they've put the candles out - On a Christmas tree. - - - - - _D. L. SAYERS_ - (_SOMERVILLE_) - - -FOR PHAON - -WITH "THAT ETERNITIE PROMISED BY OUR EVER-LIVING POET." - - Why do you come to the poet, to the heart of iron and fire, - Seeking soft raiment and the small things of desire, - Looking for light kisses from lips bowed to sing? - Less than myself I give not, and am _I_ a little thing? - I walk in scarlet and sendal through the dry plains of hell, - And fine gold and rubies are all I have to sell, - For I am the royal goldsmith whose goods are all of gold, - And you shall live for ever like a little tale that is told; - When kings pass and perish and the dust covers their name, - And the high, impregnable cities are only wind and flame, - The insolent new nations shall rise and read, and know - What a little, little lord you were, because I loved you so. - - -SYMPATHY - - I sat and talked with you - In the shifting fire and gloom, - Making you answer due - In delicate speech and smooth-- - Nor did I fail to note - The black curve of your head - And the golden skin of your throat - On the cushion's golden-red. - But all the while, behind, - In the workshop of my mind, - The weird weaver of doom - Was walking to and fro, - Drawing thread upon thread - With resolute fingers slow - Of the things you did not say - And thought I did not know, - Of the things you said to-day - And had said long ago, - To weave on a wondrous loom, - In dim colours enough, - A curious, stubborn stuff-- - The web that we call truth. - - -VIALS FULL OF ODOURS - - The hawthorn brave upon the green - She hath a drooping smell and sad, - But God put scent into the bean - To drive each lass unto her lad. - - And woe betide the weary hour, - For my love is in Normandy, - And oh! the scent of the bean-flower - Is like a burning fire in me. - - Fair fall the lusty thorn, - She hath no curses at my hand, - But would the man were never born - That sowed the bean along his land! - - - - - _W. FORCE STEAD_ - (_QUEEN'S_) - - -THE VOICE IN THE NIGHT - -(SONGS FROM A LYRICAL DRAMA, "THE BURDEN OF BABYLON") - - Babylon, the glory of the Kingdoms, - And the Chaldees' excellency, - Is become as Sodom and Gomorrah, - Whom God overthrew by the sea. - - Never again inhabited, - Babylon, O Babylon! - Even the wandering Arabian - From thy weary waste is gone. - Neither shall the shepherd tend his fold there, - Nor any green herb be grown: - It cometh in the night-time suddenly, - And Babylon is overthrown. - - Woeful are thy desolate palaces, - Where doleful creatures cry, - And wild beasts out of the islands - In thy fallen chambers cry. - Where now are the viol and the tabret? - But owls hoot in moonlight: - And over the ruins of Babylon - The satyr leaps by night. - - Babylon is fallen, is fallen! - And never shall be known again: - Drunken with the blood of my Beloved, - And trampling on the sons of men. - But God is awake and aware of thee, - And sharply shines His sword, - Where over the earth spring suddenly - The hidden hosts of the Lord: - Armies of right and of righteousness, - Huge hosts, unseen, unknown: - And thy pomp, and thy revellings, and glory, - Where the wind goes, they are gone. - - - - - _L. A. G. STRONG_ - (_WADHAM_) - - -AT PUNNET'S TOWN - - A swell within her billowed skirts, - Like a great ship with sails unfurled, - The madwoman goes gallantly - Upon the ridges of her world. - - With eagle nose and wisps of grey - She strides upon the Westward Hills, - Swings her umbrella joyously, - And waves it to the waving mills, - - Talking and chuckling as she goes, - Indifferent to sun or rain, - With all that merry company - The singing children of her brain. - - -DALLINGTON - - Clouds all tumbled and white, - Frowning clouds and grey; - Dallington high on the hilltop, - Dallington hears what they say. - - "Oh, I have come from the Channel." - "And I from the Westward Hill - Where Punnet's Town blinks at the sunset - Between a mill and a mill." - - "I have showered on field and fallow - Till I'm empty and dry," says one. - "I scowled at the people in Cross-in-Hands, - And was driven away by the sun." - - "Oh, I am primed for a fight, - And if I can find one more - To challenge my path in the heavens - There'll be rumblings and flashes galore." - - "Oh, I have a hatful of hail." - "And I have a share of sleet." - "So shall we go cruising to battle - And rattle it down on their street?" - - Clouds all tumbled and white, - Frowning clouds and grey; - Dallington high on the hilltop, - Dallington hears what they say. - - -EENA-MENA-MINA-MO - - Eena-mena-mina-mo, - Catch a nigger by ees toe, - If 'e olleys, let'n go. - O-U-T spells out - And out you must go. - You'm of it O! - - Children playing on the green: - Joe Treguddick, deathly ill, - Hears them very clearly still. - - Silently, with blinking eyes, - Two great sons have dragged his bed - To the window, till he dies. - - Now his mind is in his fields - Where all things lose their certain shape. - - The cows in munching quiet lie, - And on the orange of the sky - The trees stand out like scissored crape. - - With deep cool breaths he drinks the night: - Then, in a sudden sweat of pain, - He twists upon his bed again. - - The children's voices die away, - And seldom now the footsteps pass. - A hobnailed tread upon the road - Falls sudden silent on the grass. - - Still with throb and throb of pain - He hears the children at their play - Chanting insistent in his brain. - - Coughs: and with a whistling breath, - Though he knows how the count will fall, - Turns to play a game with Death, - - Turns to the last game of all. - - Eena-mena-mina-mo, - Catch a nigger by ees toe. - If 'e olleys, let'n go. - O-U-T spells out - And out you must go. - You'm of it, Joe! - - - - - _D. A. E. WALLACE_ - (_SOMERVILLE_) - - -IMPROMPTU IN MARCH - - I will cut you wands of willow, - I will fetch you catkins yellow - For a sign of March.... - I've a snowy silken pillow - For my head, you foolish fellow-- - I've no love for March! - - Get me buckles, bring me laces, - Amber beads and chrysoprases, - Fans and castanets!... - Lady, in the sunny places - I can find you early daisies - And sweet violets. - - -IN NEW COLLEGE CLOISTERS - - Time sleeps-- - Hush ye: go light-- - Time sleeps - By day and by night. - Be your tread - Softer than feet of the dead, - Lest he wake - And his heart break. - - Stern bells, - Muffle your chime; - He dreams-- - Suffer the dreams of Time! - To the patter of ilex leaves, - To the sound of birds in the eaves, - To the sibilant wings of a dove - Time dreams--of his love. - - -THE BEGGAR-MAIDEN - - There has come to me a lover, - O ye winds and waters, - With a house for my abiding - Full of looking-glass and silk, - And a palfrey for my riding - White as milk, - And the tresses of kings' daughters - Spun with pearls, my head to cover! - There has come to me a lover, - O ye winds and waters! - - And I kissed him for his kindness - To a beggar-maiden.... - I, with strong white feet for going - At my fancy everywhere; - With the wind of heaven blowing - Through my hair: - With my dwelling star-beladen-- - Verily I mocked his blindness! - But I kissed him for his kindness - To a beggar-maiden. - - - - - _J. L. WING_ - (_MAGDALEN_) - - -LOUIS ONZE - - Who is this I see? A King! - Leaden saints all in a ring - Round his hat! His gait is slow! - And his back is bending low! - This a King? His quivering frame - Shakes! 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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. - - - -Title: Oxford Poetry - 1919 - -Author: Various - -Editor: Thomas Wade Earp - Dorothy Leigh Sayers - Siegfried Sassoon - -Release Date: November 3, 2015 [EBook #50378] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK OXFORD POETRY *** - - - - -Produced by MWS, Les Galloway and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was -produced from images generously made available by The -Internet Archive/Canadian Libraries) - - - - - - -</pre> - - - - -<p class="center space-below"><big>OXFORD POETRY</big><br /> - -1919</p> -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="bbox"> -<div class="bb"> - <p><i>Uniform with this Volume</i></p> -</div> - <p>OXFORD POETRY, 1914<br /> - (<i><small>Out of Print</small></i>)<br /> - OXFORD POETRY, 1915<br /> - OXFORD POETRY, 1916<br /> - OXFORD POETRY, 1917<br /> - OXFORD POETRY, 1918</p> -</div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<h1>OXFORD POETRY<br /> - 1919</h1> - - -<p class="center"><small>EDITED BY</small><br /> - <span class="smcap">T. W. E., D. L. S., and S. S.</span></p> - - -<p class="center space-above">OXFORD<br /> - B. H. BLACKWELL, BROAD STREET<br /> - <small>1920</small></p> - -<hr class="chap" /><div class="chapter"></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[Pg v]</a></span></p> -<p class="spaced">The following authors wish to make acknowledgment -for permission kindly given to reprint: -Mr. E. Dickinson, to the editor of <cite>Coterie</cite>; Mr. -P. H. B. Lyon, to the editor of the <cite>Spectator</cite> ("The -Song of Strength"); Mr. W. Force Stead, to the -editor of the <cite>Poetry Review</cite>.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /><div class="chapter"></div> - - -<div class="chapter"><h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS">CONTENTS</a></h2></div> - - - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<col width="10%" /><col width="90%" /><col width="10%" /> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="2"> <a href="#H_M_ANDREWS">H. M. ANDREWS</a> (<span class="smcap">New College</span>)</td><td align="right"><small>PAGE</small></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#SONG">Song</a></span></td><td align="right">1</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#T_H_W_ARMSTRONG">T. H. W. ARMSTRONG</a> (<span class="smcap">Keble</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#HERITAGE">Heritage</a></span></td><td align="right">2</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#WATCHING">Watching</a></span></td><td align="right">3</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#LONELINESS">Loneliness</a></span></td><td align="right">4</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#P_BLOOMFIELD">P. BLOOMFIELD</a> (<span class="smcap">Balliol</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#TWILIGHT">Twilight</a></span></td><td align="right">5</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#VERA_M_BRITTAIN">VERA M. BRITTAIN</a> (<span class="smcap">Somerville</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#TO_A_VC">To a V.C.</a></span></td><td align="right">6</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#H_I_BURT">H. I. BURT</a> (<span class="smcap">Balliol</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#FROM_THEIR_DUST">From their Dust</a></span></td><td align="right">7</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#F_W_BUTLER-THWING">F. W. BUTLER-THWING</a> (<span class="smcap">New College</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_TRAMP-SHIP">The Tramp-Ship</a></span></td><td align="right">8</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#PILOT_AND_CLOUDS">Pilot and Clouds</a></span></td><td align="right">9</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#E_P_CHASE">E. P. CHASE</a> (<span class="smcap">Magdalen</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#SEVEN_MISTS">Seven Mists</a></span></td><td align="right">10</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left">"<span class="smcap"><a href="#I_am_clothed_with_furtive_light">I am clothed with Furtive Light</a></span>"</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#W_R_CHILDE">W. R. CHILDE</a> (<span class="smcap">Magdalen</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#LES_HALLUCINES">Les Hallucinés</a></span></td><td align="right">11</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#E_A_C_CLARKE">E. A. C. CLARKE</a> (<span class="smcap">Keble</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#FLOWERS">Flowers</a></span></td><td align="right">12</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#L_M_COOPER">L. M. COOPER</a> (<span class="smcap">Lady Margaret Hall</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#LINES_FOR_A_FLYLEAF_OF_HERODOTUS">Lines for a Flyleaf of Herodotus</a></span></td><td align="right">13</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#CRUSOE_WAS_A_VAGABOND">Crusoe was a Vagabond</a></span></td><td align="right">14</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#ERIC_DICKINSON">ERIC DICKINSON</a> (<span class="smcap">Exeter</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_GARDEN">The Garden</a></span></td><td align="right">16</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#B_EDWARDS">B. EDWARDS</a> (<span class="smcap">Lady Margaret Hall</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_MAN_WHO_HAS_FORGOTTEN_TIME">The Man who has forgotten Time</a></span></td><td align="right">18</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#IN_A_CANOE_OXFORD">In a Canoe (Oxford)</a></span></td><td align="right">19</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#RALPH_W_W_FOX">RALPH W. W. FOX</a> (<span class="smcap">Magdalen</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#LOVE_WEEPING_AMONG_THE_CROSSES">Love weeping among the Crosses</a></span></td><td align="right">20</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#ON_HEARING_THAT_THE_NAMES">On hearing that the Names carved upon an Old -School Table are to be removed</a></span></td><td align="right">22</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Envious Poets</span></td><td align="right">23</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#J_B_S_HALDANE">J. B. S. HALDANE</a> (<span class="smcap">New College</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#COMPLAINT_OF_THE_BLASPHEMOUS">Complaint of the Blasphemous Bombers at Beit Aiessa</a></span></td><td align="right">24</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#C_R_S_HARRIS">C. R. S. HARRIS</a> (<span class="smcap">Corpus</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#SONNET">Sonnet</a></span></td><td align="right">25</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#B_HIGGINS">B. HIGGINS</a> (B.N.C.)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#GALLIPOLI_AN_EPITAPH">Gallipoli: An Epitaph</a></span></td><td align="right">26</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#EVENTIDE">Eventide</a></span></td><td align="right">27</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#H_J_HOPE">H. J. HOPE</a> (<span class="smcap">Christ Church</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_PATROL">The Patrol</a></span></td><td align="right">28</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_MONKS_FANCY">The Monk's Fancy</a></span></td><td align="right">29</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#AN_ALPINE_PICTURE">An Alpine Picture</a></span></td><td align="right">30<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[Pg vi]</a></span></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#G_H_JOHNSTONE">G. H. JOHNSTONE</a> (<span class="smcap">Merton</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#OXFORD_IN_MAY">Oxford in May</a></span></td><td align="right">31</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#C_H_B_KITCHIN">C. H. B. KITCHIN</a> (<span class="smcap">Exeter</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#SOMME_FILM_1916">Somme Film, 1916</a></span></td><td align="right">32</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#ESCHATOLOGICAL_SONNET">Eschatological Sonnet</a></span></td><td align="right">33</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#EPILOGUE">Epilogue</a></span></td><td align="right">34</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#Ruler_of_infinite_austerity">Ruler of Infinite Austerity</a></span></td><td align="right">35</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#JOHN_LANGDON-DAVIES">JOHN LANGDON-DAVIES</a> (<span class="smcap">St. John's</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#QUITS">Quits!</a></span></td><td align="right">36</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#P_H_B_LYON">P. H. B. LYON</a> (<span class="smcap">Oriel</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_SECRET_PLAYROOM">The Secret Playroom</a></span></td><td align="right">37</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_SONG_OF_STRENGTH">The Song of Strength</a></span></td><td align="right">39</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_DESERTED_GARDEN">The Deserted Garden</a></span></td><td align="right">41</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#G_A_MOSTYN">G. A. MOSTYN</a> (<span class="smcap">Balliol</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#LES_MISERABLES">Les Miserables</a></span></td><td align="right">42</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#A_S_MOTT">A. S. MOTT</a> (<span class="smcap">Merton</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#UMBRA">Umbra</a></span></td><td align="right">43</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#K_MOUNSEY">K. MOUNSEY</a> (<span class="smcap">Home Student</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#TO_A_LITTLE_HOUSE_IN_OXFORD">To a Little House in Oxford</a></span></td><td align="right">44</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#R_M_S_PASLEY">R. M. S. PASLEY</a> (<span class="smcap">University</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_DIVER">The Diver</a></span></td><td align="right">45</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#V_DE_S_PINTO">V. <span class="smcap">de</span> S. PINTO</a> (<span class="smcap">Christ Church</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#STATION">Station</a></span></td><td align="right">46</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#SWANS">Swans</a></span></td><td align="right">47</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#H_S_REID">H. S. REID</a> (<span class="smcap">Somerville</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#A_DREAM">A Dream</a></span></td><td align="right">48</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#E_RENDALL">E. RENDALL</a> (<span class="smcap">Home Student</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#EPITAPH">Epitaph</a></span></td><td align="right">49</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#D_L_SAYERS">D. L. SAYERS</a> (<span class="smcap">Somerville</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#FOR_PHAON">For Phaon</a></span></td><td align="right">50</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#SYMPATHY">Sympathy</a></span></td><td align="right">51</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#VIALS_FULL_OF_ODOURS">Vials Full of Odours</a></span></td><td align="right">52</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#W_FORCE_STEAD">W. FORCE STEAD</a> (<span class="smcap">Queen's</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_VOICE_IN_THE_NIGHT">The Voice in the Night</a></span></td><td align="right">53</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#L_A_G_STRONG">L. A. G. STRONG</a> (<span class="smcap">Wadham</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#AT_PUNNETS_TOWN">At Punnet's Town</a></span></td><td align="right">55</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#DALLINGTON">Dallington</a></span></td><td align="right">56</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#EENA-MENA-MINA-MO">Eena-Mena-Mina-Mo</a></span></td><td align="right">57</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#D_A_E_WALLACE">D. A. E. WALLACE</a> (<span class="smcap">Somerville</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#IMPROMPTU_IN_MARCH">Impromptu in March</a></span></td><td align="right">59</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#IN_NEW_COLLEGE_CLOISTERS">In New College Cloisters</a></span></td><td align="right">60</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_BEGGAR-MAIDEN">The Beggar-Maiden</a></span></td><td align="right">61</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left" colspan="3"> <a href="#J_L_WING">J. L. WING</a> (<span class="smcap">Magdalen</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#LOUIS_ONZE">Louis Onze</a></span></td><td align="right">62</td></tr> -</table></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="H_M_ANDREWS"></a>H. M. ANDREWS</i></h2> -(<i><small>NEW COLLEGE</small></i>)</div></div></div> - - - -<h3><a id="SONG"></a>SONG</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">I met</span> a sage at the break of day,</div> - <div class="verse">And he welcomed me with a smile;</div> - <div class="verse">He spoke his words of encouragement</div> - <div class="verse">And we parted after a while.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">I met a fair lady when all was bright,</div> - <div class="verse">And the sun was burning on high;</div> - <div class="verse">She turned to me with her deep, dark eyes</div> - <div class="verse">And sold herself for a lie.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">I met a child when the world was dark</div> - <div class="verse">And I was drear and alone;</div> - <div class="verse">The child spoke naught,</div> - <div class="verse">But the dark became light;</div> - <div class="verse">The day of glory had come.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">The barren ground shone with splendour high,</div> - <div class="verse">Bare branches dripped with gold,</div> - <div class="verse">And the earth was transformed to heaven,</div> - <div class="verse">Just as the sage foretold.</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="T_H_W_ARMSTRONG"></a>T. H. W. ARMSTRONG</i></h2> -(<i><small>KEBLE</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="HERITAGE"></a>HERITAGE</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Here</span> in my glass is blood of kings,</div> - <div class="verse">The life-blood of a race that lies</div> - <div class="verse">Long dead. The jewels burning in your rings</div> - <div class="verse">Are an Egyptian woman's eyes.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Your beads are dead bones; even my breath</div> - <div class="verse">Breathes hot words that were others' pain.</div> - <div class="verse">Now these fair things are ours awhile, till death</div> - <div class="verse">Brings us to quiet sleep again.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Then we shall put our love aside</div> - <div class="verse">For lovers of a later birth,</div> - <div class="verse">And leave to them this body's fragrant pride,</div> - <div class="verse">For jewels, in the heart of earth.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span></p> - -<h3 class="space-above"><a id="WATCHING"></a>WATCHING</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Midnight</span> at last! And you, I know,</div> - <div class="verse">Are sleeping there</div> - <div class="verse">Peaceful. Stars keep</div> - <div class="verse">Great guard upon you. Calm, and still, and white</div> - <div class="verse">You are. One moment all your pale swift hair</div> - <div class="verse">Is quiet as the night.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Here in this mud, this beastliness</div> - <div class="verse">Of war, the thought</div> - <div class="verse">Of your soft sleep</div> - <div class="verse">Soothes a tired mind as a rare ointment may</div> - <div class="verse">Comfort a wound, sweet-scented ointment brought</div> - <div class="verse">From strange lands, far away.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span></p> - -<h3 class="space-above"><a id="LONELINESS"></a>LONELINESS</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">I watched</span> the moon behind the trees</div> - <div class="verse">Float in a sea of sky.</div> - <div class="verse">The aspen whispers in the breeze,</div> - <div class="verse">The rest is silence now. And I</div> - <div class="verse">Can feel my loneliness around</div> - <div class="verse">Me fall. No human face</div> - <div class="verse">There is. None speaks. Never a sound</div> - <div class="verse">Save whispering leaves in this still place.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">I have two friends, and they are dead,</div> - <div class="verse">Perhaps about their graves</div> - <div class="verse">Are trees that whisper overhead,</div> - <div class="verse">While in the grass the nettle waves.</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="P_BLOOMFIELD"></a>P. BLOOMFIELD</i></h2> - -(<i><small>BALLIOL</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="TWILIGHT"></a>TWILIGHT</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">The</span> day grows fainter, moonlit evening fills</div> - <div class="verse">With calm and cool the lilac-scented land,</div> - <div class="verse">And I feel—were I on the western hills,</div> - <div class="verse">At last, at last, now might I understand</div> - <div class="verse">These mysteries of Life; how things began,</div> - <div class="verse">And why I love my darling as I do,</div> - <div class="verse">And how came longing to the soul of Man,</div> - <div class="verse">And whether Death must sever me from you.</div> - <div class="verse">Ah, hush! A spirit moves abroad, whose veil</div> - <div class="verse">The poets would give all the world to raise,</div> - <div class="verse">But, failing, tell some wistful fairy-tale,</div> - <div class="verse">And laugh, and weep, and go their several ways.</div> - <div class="verse">The birds are sleeping: nay, I do not know</div> - <div class="verse">What's in the twilight, makes my heart beat so!</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="VERA_M_BRITTAIN"></a>VERA M. BRITTAIN</i></h2> - -(<i><small>SOMERVILLE</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="TO_A_VC"></a>TO A V.C.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Because</span> your feet were stayed upon that road</div> - <div class="verse">Whereon the others swiftly came and passed,</div> - <div class="verse">Because the harvest you and they had sowed</div> - <div class="verse">You only reaped at last.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Tis not your valour's meed alone you bear</div> - <div class="verse">Who stand the object of a nation's pride,</div> - <div class="verse">For on that humble Cross you live to wear</div> - <div class="verse">Your friends were crucified.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">They shared with you the conquest over fear,</div> - <div class="verse">Sublime self-disregard, decision's power,</div> - <div class="verse">But Death, relentless, left you lonely here</div> - <div class="verse">In recognition's hour.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Their sign is yours to carry to the end;</div> - <div class="verse">The lost reward of gallant hearts as true</div> - <div class="verse">As yours they called their leader and their friend</div> - <div class="verse">Is worn for them by you.</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="H_I_BURT"></a>H. I. BURT</i></h2> - -(<i><small>BALLIOL</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="FROM_THEIR_DUST"></a>FROM THEIR DUST</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Not</span> in their immortality alone</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Live those bright spirits who for honour spent</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Their rich inheritance of years, and went</div> - <div class="verse">Gay-heartedly to meet the wide unknown.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Not though the fields where their young limbs were strown</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Once more be chartered by the foeman's tent,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And all the achieving of their tournament</div> - <div class="verse">Be scattered to the winds or overthrown.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">For from their memory and quickening dust</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shall spring the flashing squadrons of the dawn;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And they shall set their spears and ride afar</div> - <div class="verse">To seek and battle, thrust and counterthrust,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For grails from our beclouded eyes withdrawn,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The champion warriors of a holier war.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">ERRATUM.</p> - -<p><i>For</i> H. I. Burt <i>read</i> H. T. Burt, to whom also should -be attributed "Pilot and Clouds" (<a href="#Page_9">page 9</a>).</p> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="F_W_BUTLER-THWING"></a>F. W. BUTLER-THWING</i></h2> - -(<i><small>NEW COLLEGE</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="THE_TRAMP-SHIP"></a>THE TRAMP-SHIP</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Sailing</span> over summer seas,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Seeking ports of rest,</div> - <div class="verse">Dancing with the dancing breeze,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Host and guest.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Calmed beside the setting sun,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Lifeless on the deep,</div> - <div class="verse">Waiting till the halt be done</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the sleep.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Driving 'gainst the sullen storm,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Striking hard the foe,</div> - <div class="verse">Gallant heart and gallant form</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Breast the snow.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Homeward, homeward in the years,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">All thy pennons fly;</div> - <div class="verse">Bravely onward, smiles and tears,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Home to die.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<p><i>July, 1911.</i></p> - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span></p> - - -<h3 class="space-above"><a id="PILOT_AND_CLOUDS"></a>PILOT AND CLOUDS</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Clouds</span>, little clouds, tell me whither are you going to,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Spun by the sun of the shearing of the sea?</div> - <div class="verse">"Thither we are bound, where the West Wind is blowing to,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Off on a holiday, merrymakers we."</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Clouds, merry clouds, will you wait till I may fly to you,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Share in the frolic of your gay company?</div> - <div class="verse">"Nay, for the West Wind bids us say good-bye to you,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Save if your chariot be speedier than he."</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Swift are my steeds: at the thunderous career of them</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The high, lone silences that cradle you will flee.</div> - <div class="verse">"Think you our hilarity will tremble at the fear of them,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We who laugh in thunder and lighten in our glee?"</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Then will I fly to you, dance with you, play with you,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hover on your breast where the shadow cannot be.</div> - <div class="verse">"Hurry, brother, hurry, for we may not delay with you,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Off on a holiday, merrymakers we."</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="E_P_CHASE"></a>E. P. CHASE</i></h2> - -(<i><small>MAGDALEN</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="SEVEN_MISTS"></a>SEVEN MISTS</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">The</span> beauty of the High is not in brilliance</div> - <div class="verse">Nor in a florid sculpturing of stone,</div> - <div class="verse">Nor radiant colours, brave design, smooth stones,</div> - <div class="verse">But the wide curve and placid flow,—and that</div> - <div class="verse">St. Mary's spire and seven twilight mists</div> - <div class="verse">Are hanging over Oxford towers to-night.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<h3 class="invisible space-above"><a id="I_am_clothed_with_furtive_light"></a>I am clothed with furtive light</h3> -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">I am</span> clothed with furtive light</div> - <div class="verse">Reflected from that pallid sun</div> - <div class="verse">When it sets, hardly bright,</div> - <div class="verse">Behind Merton tower, daylight done.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">When the moon, silver-hued,</div> - <div class="verse">Through Cowley generated mist</div> - <div class="verse">Tears its way and glimmers nude</div> - <div class="verse">Above Magdalen tower, it keeps tryst</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">With that spirit of my soul</div> - <div class="verse">Which would glide through Oxford streets,</div> - <div class="verse">Still, unseen, without control,</div> - <div class="verse">With wide eyes scanning whom it meets.</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="W_R_CHILDE"></a>W. R. CHILDE</i></h2> - -(<i><small>MAGDALEN</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="LES_HALLUCINES"></a>LES HALLUCINÉS</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">This</span> is the singing of the sons of Hâli,</div> - <div class="verse">As they stand at their booth-doors when brazen eve</div> - <div class="verse">Covers the city of Chrysopolis</div> - <div class="verse">Like the vast cup of an inverted flower,</div> - <div class="verse">And into the pale blue cope of marble twilight</div> - <div class="verse">Steal up men's souls like incense strange and pure.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">"This is the singing of the sons of Hâli,</div> - <div class="verse">To you, O seraphs, where you lean your breasts</div> - <div class="verse">Upon the perfumed clouds of sunsetting,</div> - <div class="verse">And your huge wings, enormous, like a swan's,</div> - <div class="verse">Alone cover with silver plumes of fire</div> - <div class="verse">Your long sides, strange as pictures in Toledo—</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">"O seraphs, with your melting eyes like girls',</div> - <div class="verse">And rosy breasts embosomed in the eve,</div> - <div class="verse">Vouchsafe to us a little rain of coins,</div> - <div class="verse">Of golden sequins tumbling through our sleep;</div> - <div class="verse">Give us of heavenly gold, we have none earthly,</div> - <div class="verse">And stab our souls with seeds of sworded fire."—</div> - <div class="verse"><i>This</i> is the singing of the sons of Hâli.</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="E_A_C_CLARKE"></a>E. A. C. CLARKE</i></h2> - -(<i><small>KEBLE</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="FLOWERS"></a>FLOWERS</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Shining</span>, never-thirsty flowers,</div> - <div class="verse">That by the water-side</div> - <div class="verse">Do never plaintive cry for showers</div> - <div class="verse">To damp their local pride.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Lazy they wag their lovely heads,</div> - <div class="verse">Nodding that way and this,</div> - <div class="verse">Lithe bodies upon mossy beds</div> - <div class="verse">With lips bedewed that kiss.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">The kindly and generous stream</div> - <div class="verse">That gently ripples by,</div> - <div class="verse">An idle, silvery dream,</div> - <div class="verse">Where sleeping fishes lie.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">These delicate flowers of Mary</div> - <div class="verse">Lie long and overgrown,</div> - <div class="verse">While Martha's parched and weary</div> - <div class="verse">Stand in the sun and groan</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="L_M_COOPER"></a>L. M. COOPER</i></h2> - -(<i><small>LADY MARGARET HALL</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="LINES_FOR_A_FLYLEAF_OF_HERODOTUS"></a>LINES FOR A FLYLEAF OF -HERODOTUS</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">No</span> lover and no kinsmen pass</div> - <div class="verse">To honour the deep-buried dead.</div> - <div class="verse">The roads are covered up with grass</div> - <div class="verse">That burned beneath th' Immortals' tread.</div> - <div class="verse">No tramp of armed foe is heard,</div> - <div class="verse">Nor bowstrings' twang, nor arrows' hiss,</div> - <div class="verse">Nor sound to scare the nesting bird</div> - <div class="verse">On rocky Salamis.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Yet runs the Royal Road to-day,</div> - <div class="verse">From Sardis up to Suza town,</div> - <div class="verse">And still above the Rhamnian Way</div> - <div class="verse">The heights of Marathon look down:</div> - <div class="verse">Still from the blue, Ægean wave</div> - <div class="verse">The sea-wind sweeps with keen salt breath</div> - <div class="verse">The hills that saw the Spartan brave</div> - <div class="verse">Comb their long hair for death.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p> - -<h3 class="space-above"><a id="CRUSOE_WAS_A_VAGABOND"></a>CRUSOE WAS A VAGABOND</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Wise</span> men pray for hearth and home, a comely wife to tend them,</div> - <div class="verse">And dread to feed the little folks that clamber on their knee;</div> - <div class="verse">Their fathers' fields to plough and sow—their old friends to befriend them,</div> - <div class="verse">But Crusoe was a vagabond, and ran away to sea.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">He strayed upon the docks of Hull, and smelt the tar and cordage,</div> - <div class="verse">He saw the bales of foreign ware piled high upon the quay,</div> - <div class="verse">He heard the seamen singing, and the outbound ship-bells ringing</div> - <div class="verse">Across the fog and darkness;—and he ran away to sea.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">He might have dwelt by barn and dyke our fathers made before us,</div> - <div class="verse">And dipped his fat sheep yearly in the burn that turns the mill;</div> - <div class="verse">He might have heard the harvest home go up in lusty chorus,</div> - <div class="verse">When the last wain comes lumbering across the moonlit hill.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">But he heard the loud surf thundering against the harbour wall,</div> - <div class="verse">The brown be-earringed sailor-men all swearing on the quay;</div> - <div class="verse">The salt was in his nostrils, and he cared no more at all</div> - <div class="verse">For barn or byre or cattle; but he ran away to sea.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">The boys he knew are grey, old men, and soon their sons shall lay them</div> - <div class="verse">To rest beside the little church upon the spur of hill:</div> - <div class="verse">The distant hum of chant and prayers, the feet of them that pray them,</div> - <div class="verse">The sunlight and the blackbirds' song shall be about them still.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">But he's a homeless wanderer from Rio Grande to Malabar,</div> - <div class="verse">And God knows who shall stand by him, or what his end shall be.</div> - <div class="verse">The wheeling gulls shall cry his dirge, the great waves drum his burial,</div> - <div class="verse">When his poor old battered body slips into the greedy sea.</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="ERIC_DICKINSON"></a>ERIC DICKINSON</i></h2> - -(<i><small>EXETER</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="THE_GARDEN"></a>THE GARDEN</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Blessed</span> with the green of rains, charged sweet with scent of May,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The garden paths caressed her as she walked with slow foot-fall;</div> - <div class="verse">Slight was her frame, but took no pressure of decay,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And age had found age beautiful as when youth gave youth all.</div> - <div class="verse">Far over dreamy meadows bells toll the dying sun,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And a quiet is on her spirit for the tender drooping balm</div> - <div class="verse">Of the evening filled with perfume the spring has swiftly won,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the rising moon that greets her in the garden of her calm.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">The ebony stick has brought her by the phlox and marigold,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And a dream of one is with her who loved this place the best of all,</div> - <div class="verse">Who was straight and clean of stature as Bayard was of old—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who when the drummers beat the fields obeyed the drummers' call.</div> - <div class="verse">His letters breathed a brighter hope than any she had heard,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Nor any hint he gave to her that for his fairest youth</div> - <div class="verse">Death leapt and chattered daily, and daily was deterred</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From staying all the transient joys that chased across his mouth.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">The mother thrilled with sense of beauty infinite:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For here it was the lithe, strong arms had pressed her to his breast,</div> - <div class="verse">And his proud mouth had sealed on hers the proudest right</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That lovely tenderness may plan in gardens of the West.</div> - <div class="verse">And so the moon grew white to silver all the lawns,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While the garden wicket grows more white because a shadow near</div> - <div class="verse">Has come to steal the wakened joy of any further dawns.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The hand upon the wicket trembles, the vision is not clear</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Of the one woman in the garden who is so quiet and still.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">At last the shadow enters and knows a form has sudden fled,</div> - <div class="verse">And now is lonely weeping upon a haunted hill—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For with it entered a company of France's hidden dead.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span> - <div class="verse">At the sound of feet she turns, while her heart has made such stir</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That makes her grip her stick more close and head grow more erect:</div> - <div class="verse">She sees a priest's worn cassock, and priests are sore to her,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For as a child she knew they moved where life's best ships were wrecked.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">"Madame, your son is dead," said he, with lowered glance:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">"But he bade them say the lilies yet are strong within the gale,</div> - <div class="verse">He died a hero's death for honour and for France!"</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Then the mother faced and fixed his eyes, but the cheeks were drawn and pale.</div> - <div class="verse">"I thank you for these words, for I see God spared him speech</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Before he died, and there are mothers for whom no words atone</div> - <div class="verse">For speech of those they love, and whom no tidings reach.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I thank you. And now leave me, for I would be alone."</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">And there she sits so quiet in the light of the young moon,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While the flowers are dead, and the fruits are dead along with the young life</div> - <div class="verse">That someone sped to the depth of the last dim lagoon.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But only the priest in the fields of youth hears the requiem guns of strife.</div> - <div class="verse">And he knows that strife goes on and on, for ever on and on,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While the harps of the world shall play no more, nor any more shall bring</div> - <div class="verse">The maids and youths to laughter until that the end be won,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the eyes of men grow young again, and the heart of the world can sing.</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="B_EDWARDS"></a>B. EDWARDS</i></h2> - -(<i><small>LADY MARGARET HALL</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="THE_MAN_WHO_HAS_FORGOTTEN_TIME"></a>THE MAN WHO HAS FORGOTTEN TIME</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">The</span> ancient man who has forgotten time</div> - <div class="verse">Walks seldom in the hurried city street,</div> - <div class="verse">Where is the man who has forgotten time?</div> - <div class="verse">For we so seldom meet—</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Only sometimes on mornings after rain,</div> - <div class="verse">When feathers from the passing wings of night</div> - <div class="verse">Linger in wide sky spaces after rain,</div> - <div class="verse">I see the strangest sight—</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">The houses by the river melt away,</div> - <div class="verse">And there are paths between the silent trees,</div> - <div class="verse">And all the city's uproar melts away</div> - <div class="verse">Into the hum of bees.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">And by the water walks an ancient man,</div> - <div class="verse">Who watches how the swift-tailed squirrels climb,</div> - <div class="verse">And him I know to be the ancient man</div> - <div class="verse">Who has forgotten time.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">I often meet him pacing on the hills,</div> - <div class="verse">Or near flat marshy wastes where no one goes,</div> - <div class="verse">But very seldom will he leave the hills</div> - <div class="verse">Or sea-cliffs that he knows.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">And so I meet him rarely in the town,</div> - <div class="verse">But I can always tell his face again,</div> - <div class="verse">And sometimes I have seen him in the town</div> - <div class="verse">At daybreak after rain.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p> - -<h3 class="space-above"><a id="IN_A_CANOE_OXFORD"></a>IN A CANOE (OXFORD)</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">So</span> many things you thought you knew</div> - <div class="verse">Are different seen from a canoe:</div> - <div class="verse">On either bank the grass is far</div> - <div class="verse">Higher than other grasses are,</div> - <div class="verse">And all the willows make a roof</div> - <div class="verse">Fretted with branches—not aloof</div> - <div class="verse">Like trees in gardens and in squares</div> - <div class="verse">Which never hit you unawares.</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="RALPH_W_W_FOX"></a>RALPH W. W. FOX</i></h2> - -(<i><small>MAGDALEN</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="LOVE_WEEPING_AMONG_THE_CROSSES"></a>LOVE WEEPING AMONG THE CROSSES</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Cupid</span> has broken his bow,</div> - <div class="verse">His arrows are shattered and lost.</div> - <div class="verse">Oh, look at him, look at him now,</div> - <div class="verse">His pinions trailing the dust!</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">The beautiful boy is sad,</div> - <div class="verse">The glory has left his glance,</div> - <div class="verse">You would say he had never been glad,</div> - <div class="verse">That his limbs did not know how to dance.</div> - <div class="verse">Oh, look at him, look at him now,</div> - <div class="verse">Hugging his broken bow,</div> - <div class="verse">Forlornly he wanders about</div> - <div class="verse">Dreaming forgotten things ...</div> - <div class="verse">Nobody heeds him now,</div> - <div class="verse">Nobody hears if he sings.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Once at his wanton play</div> - <div class="verse">Everyone railed and laughed,</div> - <div class="verse">But nobody laughs to-day</div> - <div class="verse">For love is so far away.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Beautiful sorrowing child,</div> - <div class="verse">Hugging your broken bow,</div> - <div class="verse">Your eyes grow suddenly wild,</div> - <div class="verse">Anguish is twisting your face ...</div> - <div class="verse">So changed from the Cupid's we know,</div> - <div class="verse">The Cupid of dimples and grace.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span> - <div class="verse">Cupid is down on his knees,</div> - <div class="verse">Down in the midst of the crosses;</div> - <div class="verse">His glorious, childish head</div> - <div class="verse">Is bowed on his lovely arms ...</div> - <div class="verse">But the young of the world are dead</div> - <div class="verse">And heedless of Cupid's charms.</div> - <div class="verse">Oh, look at him, look at him now,</div> - <div class="verse">The delicate shoulders shake.</div> - <div class="verse">Hugging his broken bow</div> - <div class="verse">Cupid is weeping now.</div> - <div class="verse">Cupid is weeping as though</div> - <div class="verse">His wonderful heart would break.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span></p> - -<h3 class="space-above"><a id="ON_HEARING_THAT_THE_NAMES"></a>ON HEARING THAT THE NAMES -CARVED UPON AN OLD SCHOOL -TABLE ARE TO BE REMOVED</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Gaze</span> long upon this length of lifeless deal,</div> - <div class="verse">Carved with rude cipher or with ill-cut name.</div> - <div class="verse">Here youthful hands have wrought to set their seal</div> - <div class="verse">Of immortality. No idle fame</div> - <div class="verse">For those too-soon-forgotten names they sought,</div> - <div class="verse">Only that others, seeing them, might say,</div> - <div class="verse">These too were young and here have something brought</div> - <div class="verse">Of youth's high heart, ere going each his way.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">These names, that thus have sung the joyous song</div> - <div class="verse">Of youth's endeavour, now must fade and die</div> - <div class="verse">'Neath the cold malice that doth e'er belong</div> - <div class="verse">To small minds wielding blind authority.</div> - <div class="verse">So youth by age is ever vanquishèd</div> - <div class="verse">And beauty smirched and soiled when youth is dead.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p> - -<h3 class="space-above"><a id="THE_ENVIOUS_POETS"></a>THE ENVIOUS POETS</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">You</span> say we are happy, being poets,</div> - <div class="verse">In our poor songs and tawdry tales.</div> - <div class="verse">I tell you it is not true.</div> - <div class="verse">There are those we envy above the gods,</div> - <div class="verse">And they are the painters and carvers.</div> - <div class="verse">With bright colour and cunning line</div> - <div class="verse">They have the power to conjure up before them</div> - <div class="verse">Great visions of all the loveliness they have known.</div> - <div class="verse">A tree, the sea at night,</div> - <div class="verse">A friend,</div> - <div class="verse">The dear face of their belovèd,</div> - <div class="verse">All these they can make live before them</div> - <div class="verse">In colour, in marble.</div> - <div class="verse">But what satisfaction do you think there is</div> - <div class="verse">In a black printed word?</div> - <div class="verse">I tell you we envy the painters and carvers.</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="J_B_S_HALDANE"></a>J. B. S. HALDANE</i></h2> - -(<i><small>NEW COLLEGE</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="COMPLAINT_OF_THE_BLASPHEMOUS"></a>COMPLAINT OF THE BLASPHEMOUS -BOMBERS AT BEIT AIESSA</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">It</span> was not our hand or our fathers' hand,</div> - <div class="verse">Nor mortal malice and the hate of men,</div> - <div class="verse">That drew us to this far disastrous land</div> - <div class="verse">Where the old primal night comes on again.</div> - <div class="verse">Thy hand, O God of battles, and Thy voice</div> - <div class="verse">Drew friend and foe into one net of hell,</div> - <div class="verse">Wherefore Thine angels glory and rejoice,</div> - <div class="verse">Thine enemies shall perish. It is well.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">We who had hoped in vain that for a season</div> - <div class="verse">We might hold back Thy darkness from mankind,</div> - <div class="verse">We who had trusted and obeyed our reason,</div> - <div class="verse">We now are helpless and amazed and blind.</div> - <div class="verse">Thou hast grudged the rich his little hours of pleasure,</div> - <div class="verse">The little things of life that he held dear,</div> - <div class="verse">The worker his fireside and evening leisure:</div> - <div class="verse">Thou hast Thy will. One doom has drawn us here.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Therefore from this unhallowed desolation,</div> - <div class="verse">Where these, the victims of Thy monstrous lust,</div> - <div class="verse">Half-buried in the mud of their damnation,</div> - <div class="verse">Crumble—how slowly!—into loathsome dust,</div> - <div class="verse">We curse Thee, God, nor shall our sons and daughters</div> - <div class="verse">Fall at Thy footstool as their fathers fell,</div> - <div class="verse">But, tired of tears and loyalties and slaughters,</div> - <div class="verse">Lie down in peace and laugh at heaven and hell.</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="C_R_S_HARRIS"></a>C. R. S. HARRIS</i></h2> - -(<i><small>CORPUS</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="SONNET"></a>SONNET</h3> - -<p class="center">"Cum tacet omnis ager."—<span class="smcap">Virgil.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Oh</span> for the stillness of the midnight hours,</div> - <div class="verse">When all the earth is silent, and the breeze</div> - <div class="verse">Rustles no more the branches of the trees,</div> - <div class="verse">And makes no music in the leafy bowers,</div> - <div class="verse">When Nature sleeps, and all earth's myriad flowers</div> - <div class="verse">Folded in slumber take their dewy ease,</div> - <div class="verse">And hushed is all the moaning of the seas,</div> - <div class="verse">Lulled by the magic of enchanting powers.</div> - <div class="verse">For then the green earth sleeps, and for a while</div> - <div class="verse">Forgets her sorrow, and her heaving breast</div> - <div class="verse">Is sunk in a deep calm and liquid rest.</div> - <div class="verse">And the still waters of the silver sea,</div> - <div class="verse">Bathed in the glory of the moon's cold smile,</div> - <div class="verse">Reflect the splendour of eternity.</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="B_HIGGINS"></a>B. HIGGINS</i></h2> - -(<i><small>B. N. C.</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="GALLIPOLI_AN_EPITAPH"></a>GALLIPOLI: AN EPITAPH</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">The</span> moan of centuries breaks around these shores,</div> - <div class="verse">Whispers of sultry ages, and of woes</div> - <div class="verse">Low-trumpeted against the arch of Heaven....</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">A land that bows beneath the crescent moon</div> - <div class="verse">And shrinks within its glinting gaze—is this</div> - <div class="verse">The mausoleum of our nation's dead?</div> - <div class="verse">Yea, for their glory gathers on this strand!</div> - <div class="verse">Mourn not the brave with tears. These pagan hills</div> - <div class="verse">Are touched with sanctity: the Voice of God</div> - <div class="verse">Thrills thro' the barrenness of shrivell'd fields</div> - <div class="verse">And lingers where these warriors lie entombed—</div> - <div class="verse">'Neath the vast solitudes of Asian skies,</div> - <div class="verse">Where sleep they in a hush of eventide,</div> - <div class="verse">The sea their dirge, the stars their monuments!</div> -</div></div></div> - -<p><span class="smcap">Melbourne</span>, 1917.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p> - - -<h3 class="space-above"><a id="EVENTIDE"></a>EVENTIDE</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">A thrush</span> throbs out his mournful melody,</div> - <div class="verse">And shadowy fingers of approaching Dusk</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Clutch vaguely at the trees</div> - <div class="verse indent6">And shroud the purple hills:</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">And softly sobbing noon-winds float astir,</div> - <div class="verse">Bedewing tearful kisses on the buds</div> - <div class="verse indent6">That freeze in filmy fold:</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The waters, icy-chill,</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Are gurgling from their depths, and nestling birds</div> - <div class="verse">Stand sunset-splashed, with plumage all dismay'd,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">To join the woeful chant,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The dirge of waning day.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<p><span class="smcap">Gippsland Hills</span>, 1917.</p> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="H_J_HOPE"></a>H. J. HOPE</i></h2> - -(<i><small>CHRIST CHURCH</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="THE_PATROL"></a>THE PATROL</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">All</span> night we prowled the stricken No Man's Land,</div> - <div class="verse">And the high stars looked down dispassionate.</div> - <div class="verse">I wondered if they could but understand</div> - <div class="verse">That we poor grovelling things were fighters yet.</div> - <div class="verse">Fighters, O God! Begrimed, intent to kill,</div> - <div class="verse">But starting at all the secret noises near.</div> - <div class="verse">We'd sent our hearts to sleep; but mind and will</div> - <div class="verse">Fought the cold duel with children's night-born fear.</div> - <div class="verse">The haunted silence quenched the stir of fight,</div> - <div class="verse">The tainted wind no word of courage spoke.</div> - <div class="verse">We turned at last: sudden the grass dew-white</div> - <div class="verse">Smelt as it does at home: my heart awoke.</div> - <div class="verse">God sent one bird to sing: the old sun came</div> - <div class="verse">And lit the Eastern skies with orange flame.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span></p> - -<h3 class="space-above"><a id="THE_MONKS_FANCY"></a>THE MONK'S FANCY</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">The</span> old monk down by the sea-beach listening,</div> - <div class="verse">Thought that the waves were singing a song,</div> - <div class="verse">And the wheeling gulls in the sea-spray glistening</div> - <div class="verse">Wheeled with the music that bore them along.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Day after day by the sea-beach dreaming,</div> - <div class="verse">The old monk heard what the sea-song told,</div> - <div class="verse">And he set the tale in the great book gleaming</div> - <div class="verse">With beautiful colours and letters of gold.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">But one word only he set to flame there,</div> - <div class="verse">And naught of the tale but that golden word,</div> - <div class="verse">And sadly said all the men that came there</div> - <div class="verse">That none could know what the old monk heard.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></p> - -<h3 class="space-above"><a id="AN_ALPINE_PICTURE"></a>AN ALPINE PICTURE</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">The</span> earth beneath this awful snow</div> - <div class="verse">No feet have ever trod,</div> - <div class="verse">These icy peaks could never know</div> - <div class="verse">The smile of any God.</div> - <div class="verse">And as I watch I know again</div> - <div class="verse">Cruel tales I dare not tell,</div> - <div class="verse">Of legions of forsaken men</div> - <div class="verse">Who freeze in Dante's hell.</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="G_H_JOHNSTONE"></a>G. H. JOHNSTONE</i></h2> - -(<i><small>MERTON</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="OXFORD_IN_MAY"></a>OXFORD IN MAY</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">When</span> we have snapped the chain of tranquil youth,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And run to revel in the loud World's Fair,</div> - <div class="verse">And straddled on the painted roundabouts,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Clapping our hands at clowns, and horns that blare;</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">O heart of mine, when it grows late, and all</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The noisy tents flap dully on the grey</div> - <div class="verse">Shivers of evening, and the Showman locks</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The clamorous booths, and sends the crowd away;</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">When we have found how terrible is age,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And how men piped for us to dance, and we</div> - <div class="verse">Danced, till we caught them laughing through the tune,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And turned away, sick at their mockery:</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Then in the silent room, with the lamp lit,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We shall remember the still summer nights,</div> - <div class="verse">The gold moon rising over Magdalen Bridge,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And how the curving High was gemmed with lights.</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="C_H_B_KITCHIN"></a>C. H. B. KITCHIN</i></h2> - -(<i><small>EXETER</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="SOMME_FILM_1916"></a>SOMME FILM, 1916</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">For</span> you at least, sweet wanderers in the dark,</div> - <div class="verse">There is no cause to cry from cypress-trees</div> - <div class="verse">To a forgetful world; since you are seen</div> - <div class="verse">Of all twice nightly at the cinema,</div> - <div class="verse">While the munition-makers clap their hands.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p> - -<h3 class="space-above"><a id="ESCHATOLOGICAL_SONNET"></a>ESCHATOLOGICAL SONNET</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Before</span> the final darkness, side by side</div> - <div class="verse indent4">We watched the huge red sun glow in the sky</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Malevolently dim, longing to die,</div> - <div class="verse">As though his dull and sullen face would chide</div> - <div class="verse">Slow-footed time that forced him to abide</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Unnumbered ages in death-agony,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">While at our feet the sea bore sluggishly</div> - <div class="verse">The burden of a salt-encumbered tide.</div> - <div class="verse">No word we spoke, but gazed with solemn eyes</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Where the last sunset slowly passed away</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And left the sky a sheet of endless grey,</div> - <div class="verse">Seeing the world, God's careful sacrifice,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The victim of an infinite decay,</div> - <div class="verse">And thinking of the worm that never dies.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></p> - -<h3 class="space-above"><a id="EPILOGUE"></a>EPILOGUE</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">We</span> are the silk which other limbs have worn,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Those passive folds admired and kept with care,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Till fashion changes, and, no longer rare,</div> - <div class="verse">The garment is dishonoured, swept with scorn</div> - <div class="verse">Into the massive wardrobe of the night,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Where neither hands shall fondle preciously</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Nor eyes shall gaze on us in charity—</div> - <div class="verse">The wasted fabric of an old delight.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"> - -<hr class="tb" /></div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">The night is huge and rich with hidden song</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Of its eternal victims grandly singing</div> - <div class="verse indent4">A threnody, whose fragrance ever clinging</div> - <div class="verse">To night's embroidery still hands along</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The endless chain of unrepentant years,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Rejoicing in the gift of human tears.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p> - -<h3 class ="invisible space-above"><a id="Ruler_of_infinite_austerity"></a>Ruler of infinite austerity</h3> -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Ruler</span> of infinite austerity</div> - <div class="verse">From whom, long listening through ecstatic hours,</div> - <div class="verse">Men seek a spiritual mutilation</div> - <div class="verse">And guidance to the unperturbed serene,</div> - <div class="verse">Yours was the voice at which our grasping hands</div> - <div class="verse">Refrained from clutching at iniquity</div> - <div class="verse">Still warm with flame that licks the roof of hell,</div> - <div class="verse">But having will of us you are transfigured</div> - <div class="verse">With an attractive aureole whose glare</div> - <div class="verse">Is colder than a mist around the moon;</div> - <div class="verse">Wherefore in wisdom meditate on this</div> - <div class="verse">That when outworn incessantly with kneeling</div> - <div class="verse">On penitential stone, the flesh of man,</div> - <div class="verse">Delirious with fasting and sweet wounds</div> - <div class="verse">Self-loved and self-inflicted, cries for peace,</div> - <div class="verse">It is for you the spirit sings with joy</div> - <div class="verse">The chant ineffable of hidden spheres;</div> - <div class="verse">For you it finds delight voluptuous</div> - <div class="verse">In weakness through the curtains of the night,</div> - <div class="verse">—Not for the abstract law which you devise.</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="JOHN_LANGDON-DAVIES"></a>JOHN LANGDON-DAVIES</i></h2> - -(<i><small>ST. JOHN'S</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="QUITS"></a>QUITS!</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Beyond</span> the last hill stands a row</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of poplars sighing,</div> - <div class="verse">Amid the dwellings where dreams go.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When they are dying.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">One side the stream, a pleasure ground</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where they carouse;</div> - <div class="verse">On the far side, with yew-trees bound,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The lazar-house.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">And when the night has riven with stars</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The veil of day,</div> - <div class="verse">I see their drunken half-shapes pass</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By the stream way.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">"O dreams, O guests, who poisoned night</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With leprosy;</div> - <div class="verse">Amid the stream and the moonlight</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh, think on me!"</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="P_H_B_LYON"></a>P. H. B. LYON</i></h2> - -(<i><small>ORIEL</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="THE_SECRET_PLAYROOM"></a>THE SECRET PLAYROOM</h3> - -<p class="center">(<i>Graudenz, 1918.</i>)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">To-day</span> has been a holiday;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From our high room, with dumb desire,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I have been watching through the wire</div> - <div class="verse">The German boys and girls at play.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">As music, knitting tongues in one,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To each in his own language sings,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">So echo in their laughter rings</div> - <div class="verse">Of happy voices I have known.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">O children I have loved so well,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In Hampshire wood or Cornish moor,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On many a littered schoolroom floor,</div> - <div class="verse">In Surrey garden, Yorkshire dell,</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">The friends of long sea holidays,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Or playmates of an afternoon,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">All you whose memories are strewn</div> - <div class="verse">Like flowers about my ordered ways,</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Here in my lone heart I have made</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A playroom worthy of your love,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With yellow walls, a frieze above,</div> - <div class="verse">A tall lamp with a golden shade,</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">And old prints hung on picture-hooks,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Red window-curtains, chairs straight-backed,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">An acting chest, a cupboard stacked</div> - <div class="verse">With ragged treasures, story-books</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Jostling the grammars on the shelves,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A chipped white service set for three,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A broidered cosy for the tea,</div> - <div class="verse">All, all is there, save you yourselves.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">But should your hearts recall me yet</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By any trick of word or thought,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Some book I read, some game I taught,</div> - <div class="verse">Then—in that instant of regret—</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Your spirit flies across the sea</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On starry pinions through the night,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Into my chamber of delight</div> - <div class="verse">Your spirit flies to play with me.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p> - -<h3 class="space-above"><a id="THE_SONG_OF_STRENGTH"></a>THE SONG OF STRENGTH</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">We</span> have washed our hands of the blood, we have turned at length</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From the strait blind alleys of death to the way of peace;</div> - <div class="verse">Gladly we labour, singing the song of our strength,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The strength of man long-fettered that finds release:</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">The splendid body of man; O hand and eye</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Working in trained accord! O flying feet!</div> - <div class="verse">The play of muscle in leg and shoulder and thigh,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Strong to endure or to strive, sublime, complete:</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Man, who has bound the waters, enslaved the wind,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Tamed the desolate places, set his span</div> - <div class="verse">O'er the abyss, unconquered and unconfined,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Spending his strength in toil for the glory of man:</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">The climber setting his foot on the perilous slope,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The hunter driving the wild thing from its lair,</div> - <div class="verse">The traveller steering his course by the star of his hope,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Never too faint to believe, too weak to dare:</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">The fisherman facing the storm while landsmen sleep,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The swimmer—poised for an instant against the sky,</div> - <div class="verse">Filling the eye with beauty, plunging deep,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With wet white shoulders thrusting the billows by:</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">The airman hovering, sweeping above the hill,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The engine driving a furrow of flame through the night,</div> - <div class="verse">The long ships breasting the waves,—they are with us still,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The strong clean things we have made for our heart's delight.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Strength of the mind and will despising sloth,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Seeking the task unfinished, the goal unguessed,</div> - <div class="verse">Sowing the seed in faith, entrusting the growth</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To the strength of their children, after their hands have rest:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Strength of the maker, serving a distant age,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The poet shaping his dream to a deathless rhyme,</div> - <div class="verse">The doctor fighting disease, the chemist, the sage,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Grappling with nature, challenging space and time!</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">So shall we sing as we labour, till faint hearts hear</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And turn from their sorrow to listen, to cry at length,</div> - <div class="verse">"Lo, we have put away doubt, and cast off fear;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Come, let us fashion the world to the song of our strength!"</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span></p> - -<h3 class="space-above"><a id="THE_DESERTED_GARDEN"></a>THE DESERTED GARDEN</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Now</span> these are gone, these beautiful playfellows,</div> - <div class="verse">Gone from the green lawns under my balcony,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gone, and the house no more, the orchard</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Echoes no more to their happy laughter.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">How oft I watched them playing, the innocent</div> - <div class="verse">Boy friend and girl friend under the cedar-tree,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Till through the soft dusk rose the twinkling</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Stars, and the lamps in the lane were shining.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Fair head to dark head leaning and whispering,</div> - <div class="verse">Old games and new games, pirates and Indians,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Short skirts and bare knees madly racing,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Climbing aloft on the cedar branches.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Day comes and night comes, summer and holiday,</div> - <div class="verse">Swift, ah! the bright hours, merry adventurers!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Tears now, a first shy kiss at parting,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Tears—and a hand at the corner waving....</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">White through the dawn-mist, careless of yesterday,</div> - <div class="verse">Life stretches onward, life the attainable</div> - <div class="verse indent2">White road along dim hills of dreamland;</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Childhood is dead, and the leaves drift over.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Yet here in bleak house slumbers the memory,</div> - <div class="verse">Here, here in green lawn, orchard and cedar-tree,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Fair head and dark head, laughter, laughter,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Evening, and voices across the starlight.</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="G_A_MOSTYN"></a>G. A. MOSTYN</i></h2> - -(<i><small>BALLIOL</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="LES_MISERABLES"></a>LES MISÉRABLES</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Lips</span> burning lips in passionate caress,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Clasped, slightly swaying, pallid as the moon,</div> - <div class="verse">Two wretches, cleaving to each other, press</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Their aching bodies into semi-swoon.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">All the night through, till the stars droop and fail,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The girdle of their arms is not undone,</div> - <div class="verse">And when the night is finished, flaccid, pale,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Two ghosts rise up, and gaze upon the sun,</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">And turning from each other go their ways</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Drunken with horror, reeling with sick shame,</div> - <div class="verse">Calling a curse on God for all their days</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of ravening, all their fierce nights of flame.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">And lo! before the coming of the night</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They meet and greet again in shame's despite.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<p><i>September, 1919.</i></p> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="A_S_MOTT"></a>A. S. MOTT</i></h2> - -(<i><small>MERTON</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="UMBRA"></a>UMBRA</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">I love</span> the shadows of things;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Pale, grey, patternings</div> - <div class="verse">In the aqueous wonder of dawn:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Elm branches distort,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Outrageously wrought</div> - <div class="verse">On a woven texture of lawn.</div> - <div class="verse">Cloud shadows that go</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In stateliest pacing</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of nebulous gracing</div> - <div class="verse">Down valleys of tumbled loam:</div> - <div class="verse">Faint shapes in the snow</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Intricately interlacing,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of moonlight tracing:</div> - <div class="verse">The shifting shadow of foam on foam.</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="K_MOUNSEY"></a>K. MOUNSEY</i></h2> - -(<i><small>HOME STUDENT</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="TO_A_LITTLE_HOUSE_IN_OXFORD"></a>TO A LITTLE HOUSE IN OXFORD</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Through</span> the half-opened door the light streams out</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Across the street,</div> - <div class="verse">And lays a path of gold on stones worn grey</div> - <div class="verse indent4">By passing feet.</div> - <div class="verse">I catch a glimpse of flowers in quaint old bowls</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Standing in gloom,</div> - <div class="verse">And many books on intimate low shelves</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Go round the room.</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="R_M_S_PASLEY"></a>R. M. S. PASLEY</i></h2> - -(<i><small>UNIVERSITY</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="THE_DIVER"></a>THE DIVER</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">I saw</span> a figure standing in the mist</div> - <div class="verse">Dim and alone upon a column's height</div> - <div class="verse">Which fell in marble precipice of white</div> - <div class="verse">Down to the sea. Sudden the clean sun kissed</div> - <div class="verse">His arms wide-stretching to the finger-tips,</div> - <div class="verse">And showed his supple body glistening</div> - <div class="verse">Clear in the naked heaven, and the ring</div> - <div class="verse">Of a gay laugh broke eager from his lips;</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">So would I stand upon the dizzy ledge</div> - <div class="verse">When I have lived, shake back my tumbled hair,</div> - <div class="verse">Deliberately toe the empty edge,</div> - <div class="verse">Laugh out my last defiance to the air,</div> - <div class="verse">Then raise my arms, and, drinking one deep breath,</div> - <div class="verse">Eye-open plunge into the sea of Death.</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="V_DE_S_PINTO"></a>V. DE S. PINTO</i></h2> - -(<i><small>CHRIST CHURCH</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="STATION"></a>STATION</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Late</span> at night in the station</div> - <div class="verse">It is cold: the gas lamps shine,</div> - <div class="verse">Down-pointing pyramids of yellow light</div> - <div class="verse">In a long, solemn line.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">People are waiting on the platform,</div> - <div class="verse">Pacing to the end and back,</div> - <div class="verse">Or sitting huddled, drowsy, on the seats,</div> - <div class="verse">All dressed in black.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Their faces look pale and delicate like ivory;</div> - <div class="verse">Far off in the night,</div> - <div class="verse">Like the sinister eye of a wild beast,</div> - <div class="verse">Winks a green light.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">So still, so still: a faint scream in the distance,</div> - <div class="verse">Then silence and the train</div> - <div class="verse">Crashes in, a golden horse, fiercely triumphant,</div> - <div class="verse">Tossing his fiery mane.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></p> - -<h3 class="space-above"><a id="SWANS"></a>SWANS</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">You</span> too have seen the great white swans, who glide</div> - <div class="verse">Upon the lonely waters of the world,</div> - <div class="verse">Curving their delicate necks with queenly pride</div> - <div class="verse">Above the shining mirror, wherein is whirled</div> - <div class="verse">All the wild seething mob of human things,</div> - <div class="verse">The riot of men and those strange gods and kings,</div> - <div class="verse">They set up on great golden thrones and crown</div> - <div class="verse">With garlands of bright stars, then drag them down</div> - <div class="verse">Into the mud with fierce tumultuous cries.</div> - <div class="verse">Yes, all these wild reflections soon will pass,</div> - <div class="verse">The drunken laughter and the vast distress,</div> - <div class="verse">And the waters will be clear as polished glass,</div> - <div class="verse">Imaging only calm unruffled skies,</div> - <div class="verse">And the swans will still sail on in their proud loveliness.</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="H_S_REID"></a>H. S. REID</i></h2> - -(<i><small>SOMERVILLE</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="A_DREAM"></a>A DREAM</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">I sailed</span> among the Orcades</div> - <div class="verse">In the green encircling seas.</div> - <div class="verse">So near the isles our nest did glide</div> - <div class="verse">I picked a flower at the waterside;</div> - <div class="verse">And just so quickly were we sped</div> - <div class="verse">That I bruised the stalk and plucked the head.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">There was no foam upon the waves,</div> - <div class="verse">They swelled to glassy hills and caves;</div> - <div class="verse">But foam white were the thorns that grew</div> - <div class="verse">Among the meadow flowers blue.</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Laus tibi Domine,</div> - <div class="verse">That gavest such a dream to me.</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="E_RENDALL"></a>E. RENDALL</i></h2> - -(<i><small>HOME STUDENT</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="EPITAPH"></a>EPITAPH</h3> - -<p class="center">(<span class="smcap">For Julia</span>)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Here</span> lies a Costermonger,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Tall was she,</div> - <div class="verse">Just the very size you'd wish a</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Christmas tree to be.</div> - <div class="verse">All life long she stood a-hawking</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Small delights,</div> - <div class="verse">Merry scornings, gay good-mornings,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Kind good-nights.</div> - <div class="verse">Bright balloons of mirth she'd cry you,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Apples of jest,</div> - <div class="verse">Laces—but you found them heartstrings—</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Of the best,</div> - <div class="verse">Quips and kisses, April laughter,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Had you a mind</div> - <div class="verse">There were posies—all she sold you</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Paid for in kind.</div> - <div class="verse">Scraps of fun and fluffs of fancy,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Trayfuls of toys</div> - <div class="verse">For stock-in-trade: for customers</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Grown-up girls and boys.</div> - <div class="verse">Here lies a Costermonger,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Dark the world to me</div> - <div class="verse">As when they've put the candles out</div> - <div class="verse indent4">On a Christmas tree.</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="D_L_SAYERS"></a>D. L. SAYERS</i></h2> - -(<i><small>SOMERVILLE</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="FOR_PHAON"></a>FOR PHAON</h3> - -<p class="center"><span class="smcap">With "That Eternitie Promised by Our -Ever-living Poet."</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Why</span> do you come to the poet, to the heart of iron and fire,</div> - <div class="verse">Seeking soft raiment and the small things of desire,</div> - <div class="verse">Looking for light kisses from lips bowed to sing?</div> - <div class="verse">Less than myself I give not, and am <i>I</i> a little thing?</div> - <div class="verse">I walk in scarlet and sendal through the dry plains of hell,</div> - <div class="verse">And fine gold and rubies are all I have to sell,</div> - <div class="verse">For I am the royal goldsmith whose goods are all of gold,</div> - <div class="verse">And you shall live for ever like a little tale that is told;</div> - <div class="verse">When kings pass and perish and the dust covers their name,</div> - <div class="verse">And the high, impregnable cities are only wind and flame,</div> - <div class="verse">The insolent new nations shall rise and read, and know</div> - <div class="verse">What a little, little lord you were, because I loved you so.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span></p> - -<h3 class="space-above"><a id="SYMPATHY"></a>SYMPATHY</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">I sat</span> and talked with you</div> - <div class="verse">In the shifting fire and gloom,</div> - <div class="verse">Making you answer due</div> - <div class="verse">In delicate speech and smooth—</div> - <div class="verse">Nor did I fail to note</div> - <div class="verse">The black curve of your head</div> - <div class="verse">And the golden skin of your throat</div> - <div class="verse">On the cushion's golden-red.</div> - <div class="verse">But all the while, behind,</div> - <div class="verse">In the workshop of my mind,</div> - <div class="verse">The weird weaver of doom</div> - <div class="verse">Was walking to and fro,</div> - <div class="verse">Drawing thread upon thread</div> - <div class="verse">With resolute fingers slow</div> - <div class="verse">Of the things you did not say</div> - <div class="verse">And thought I did not know,</div> - <div class="verse">Of the things you said to-day</div> - <div class="verse">And had said long ago,</div> - <div class="verse">To weave on a wondrous loom,</div> - <div class="verse">In dim colours enough,</div> - <div class="verse">A curious, stubborn stuff—</div> - <div class="verse">The web that we call truth.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span></p> - -<h3 class="space-above"><a id="VIALS_FULL_OF_ODOURS"></a>VIALS FULL OF ODOURS</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">The</span> hawthorn brave upon the green</div> - <div class="verse">She hath a drooping smell and sad,</div> - <div class="verse">But God put scent into the bean</div> - <div class="verse">To drive each lass unto her lad.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">And woe betide the weary hour,</div> - <div class="verse">For my love is in Normandy,</div> - <div class="verse">And oh! the scent of the bean-flower</div> - <div class="verse">Is like a burning fire in me.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Fair fall the lusty thorn,</div> - <div class="verse">She hath no curses at my hand,</div> - <div class="verse">But would the man were never born</div> - <div class="verse">That sowed the bean along his land!</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="W_FORCE_STEAD"></a>W. FORCE STEAD</i></h2> - -(<i><small>QUEEN'S</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="THE_VOICE_IN_THE_NIGHT"></a>THE VOICE IN THE NIGHT</h3> - -<p class="center">(<span class="smcap">Songs from a Lyrical Drama, "The Burden of Babylon"</span>)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Babylon</span>, the glory of the Kingdoms,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the Chaldees' excellency,</div> - <div class="verse">Is become as Sodom and Gomorrah,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Whom God overthrew by the sea.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Never again inhabited,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Babylon, O Babylon!</div> - <div class="verse">Even the wandering Arabian</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From thy weary waste is gone.</div> - <div class="verse">Neither shall the shepherd tend his fold there,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Nor any green herb be grown:</div> - <div class="verse">It cometh in the night-time suddenly,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And Babylon is overthrown.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Woeful are thy desolate palaces,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where doleful creatures cry,</div> - <div class="verse">And wild beasts out of the islands</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In thy fallen chambers cry.</div> - <div class="verse">Where now are the viol and the tabret?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But owls hoot in moonlight:</div> - <div class="verse">And over the ruins of Babylon</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The satyr leaps by night.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Babylon is fallen, is fallen!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And never shall be known again:</div> - <div class="verse">Drunken with the blood of my Beloved,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And trampling on the sons of men.</div> - <div class="verse">But God is awake and aware of thee,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And sharply shines His sword,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span> - <div class="verse">Where over the earth spring suddenly</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The hidden hosts of the Lord:</div> - <div class="verse">Armies of right and of righteousness,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Huge hosts, unseen, unknown:</div> - <div class="verse">And thy pomp, and thy revellings, and glory,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where the wind goes, they are gone.</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="L_A_G_STRONG"></a>L. A. G. STRONG</i></h2> - -(<i><small>WADHAM</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="AT_PUNNETS_TOWN"></a>AT PUNNET'S TOWN</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">A swell</span> within her billowed skirts,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like a great ship with sails unfurled,</div> - <div class="verse">The madwoman goes gallantly</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Upon the ridges of her world.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">With eagle nose and wisps of grey</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She strides upon the Westward Hills,</div> - <div class="verse">Swings her umbrella joyously,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And waves it to the waving mills,</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Talking and chuckling as she goes,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Indifferent to sun or rain,</div> - <div class="verse">With all that merry company</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The singing children of her brain.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span></p> - -<h3 class="space-above"><a id="DALLINGTON"></a>DALLINGTON</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Clouds</span> all tumbled and white,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Frowning clouds and grey;</div> - <div class="verse">Dallington high on the hilltop,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Dallington hears what they say.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">"Oh, I have come from the Channel."</div> - <div class="verse indent2">"And I from the Westward Hill</div> - <div class="verse">Where Punnet's Town blinks at the sunset</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Between a mill and a mill."</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">"I have showered on field and fallow</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Till I'm empty and dry," says one.</div> - <div class="verse">"I scowled at the people in Cross-in-Hands,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And was driven away by the sun."</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">"Oh, I am primed for a fight,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And if I can find one more</div> - <div class="verse">To challenge my path in the heavens</div> - <div class="verse indent2">There'll be rumblings and flashes galore."</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">"Oh, I have a hatful of hail."</div> - <div class="verse indent2">"And I have a share of sleet."</div> - <div class="verse">"So shall we go cruising to battle</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And rattle it down on their street?"</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Clouds all tumbled and white,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Frowning clouds and grey;</div> - <div class="verse">Dallington high on the hilltop,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Dallington hears what they say.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span></p> - -<h3 class="space-above"><a id="EENA-MENA-MINA-MO"></a>EENA-MENA-MINA-MO</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Eena</span>-mena-mina-mo,</div> - <div class="verse">Catch a nigger by ees toe,</div> - <div class="verse">If 'e olleys, let'n go.</div> - <div class="verse">O-U-T spells out</div> - <div class="verse">And out you must go.</div> - <div class="verse">You'm of it O!</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Children playing on the green:</div> - <div class="verse">Joe Treguddick, deathly ill,</div> - <div class="verse">Hears them very clearly still.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Silently, with blinking eyes,</div> - <div class="verse">Two great sons have dragged his bed</div> - <div class="verse">To the window, till he dies.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Now his mind is in his fields</div> - <div class="verse">Where all things lose their certain shape.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">The cows in munching quiet lie,</div> - <div class="verse">And on the orange of the sky</div> - <div class="verse">The trees stand out like scissored crape.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">With deep cool breaths he drinks the night:</div> - <div class="verse">Then, in a sudden sweat of pain,</div> - <div class="verse">He twists upon his bed again.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">The children's voices die away,</div> - <div class="verse">And seldom now the footsteps pass.</div> - <div class="verse">A hobnailed tread upon the road</div> - <div class="verse">Falls sudden silent on the grass.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Still with throb and throb of pain</div> - <div class="verse">He hears the children at their play</div> - <div class="verse">Chanting insistent in his brain.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Coughs: and with a whistling breath,</div> - <div class="verse">Though he knows how the count will fall,</div> - <div class="verse">Turns to play a game with Death,</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Turns to the last game of all.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Eena-mena-mina-mo,</div> - <div class="verse">Catch a nigger by ees toe.</div> - <div class="verse">If 'e olleys, let'n go.</div> - <div class="verse">O-U-T spells out</div> - <div class="verse">And out you must go.</div> - <div class="verse">You'm of it, Joe!</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="D_A_E_WALLACE"></a>D. A. E. WALLACE</i></h2> - -(<i><small>SOMERVILLE</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="IMPROMPTU_IN_MARCH"></a>IMPROMPTU IN MARCH</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">I will</span> cut you wands of willow,</div> - <div class="verse">I will fetch you catkins yellow</div> - <div class="verse indent4">For a sign of March....</div> - <div class="verse">I've a snowy silken pillow</div> - <div class="verse">For my head, you foolish fellow—</div> - <div class="verse indent4">I've no love for March!</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Get me buckles, bring me laces,</div> - <div class="verse">Amber beads and chrysoprases,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Fans and castanets!...</div> - <div class="verse">Lady, in the sunny places</div> - <div class="verse">I can find you early daisies</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And sweet violets.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></p> - -<h3 class="space-above"><a id="IN_NEW_COLLEGE_CLOISTERS"></a>IN NEW COLLEGE CLOISTERS</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4"><span class="smcap xl">Time</span> sleeps—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hush ye: go light—</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Time sleeps</div> - <div class="verse">By day and by night.</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Be your tread</div> - <div class="verse">Softer than feet of the dead,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Lest he wake</div> - <div class="verse">And his heart break.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">Stern bells,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Muffle your chime;</div> - <div class="verse indent4">He dreams—</div> - <div class="verse">Suffer the dreams of Time!</div> - <div class="verse">To the patter of ilex leaves,</div> - <div class="verse">To the sound of birds in the eaves,</div> - <div class="verse">To the sibilant wings of a dove</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Time dreams—of his love.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></p> - -<h3 class="space-above"><a id="THE_BEGGAR-MAIDEN"></a>THE BEGGAR-MAIDEN</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">There</span> has come to me a lover,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">O ye winds and waters,</div> - <div class="verse">With a house for my abiding</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Full of looking-glass and silk,</div> - <div class="verse">And a palfrey for my riding</div> - <div class="verse indent8">White as milk,</div> - <div class="verse">And the tresses of kings' daughters</div> - <div class="verse">Spun with pearls, my head to cover!</div> - <div class="verse">There has come to me a lover,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">O ye winds and waters!</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">And I kissed him for his kindness</div> - <div class="verse indent4">To a beggar-maiden....</div> - <div class="verse">I, with strong white feet for going</div> - <div class="verse indent4">At my fancy everywhere;</div> - <div class="verse">With the wind of heaven blowing</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Through my hair:</div> - <div class="verse">With my dwelling star-beladen—</div> - <div class="verse">Verily I mocked his blindness!</div> - <div class="verse">But I kissed him for his kindness</div> - <div class="verse indent4">To a beggar-maiden.</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="J_L_WING"></a>J. L. WING</i></h2> - -(<i><small>MAGDALEN</small></i>)</div></div> -</div> - - -<h3><a id="LOUIS_ONZE"></a>LOUIS ONZE</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Who</span> is this I see? A King!</div> - <div class="verse">Leaden saints all in a ring</div> - <div class="verse">Round his hat! His gait is slow!</div> - <div class="verse">And his back is bending low!</div> - <div class="verse">This a King? His quivering frame</div> - <div class="verse">Shakes! Pray tell me now his name.</div> - <div class="verse">Louis Onze, it is you say,</div> - <div class="verse">Greatest King of all his day!</div> -</div></div></div> -<p class="center space-above"><span class="xs">BILLING AND SONS, LTD., PRINTERS, GUILDFORD, ENGLAND</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="transnote"> -<h3>Transcriber's Notes</h3> - -<p>Obvious typographical errors have been silently corrected, other -variations in spelling, accents and punctuation are as in the original.</p> - -<p>Several poems do not have titles, but are referenced by first line. -These have been left as printed.</p> - -<p>The erratum on page 7 has not been corrected to avoid changing the -structure of the book.</p> - -<p>In the original, the poems each started with a dropped capital initial -letter. 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