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You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org/license - - -Title: October and Other Poems - with Occasional Verses on the War - -Author: Robert Bridges - -Release Date: July 2, 2017 [EBook #55031] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK OCTOBER AND OTHER POEMS *** - - - - -Produced by Larry B. Harrison, Chuck Greif and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - - - - - THE COLLECTED EDITION OF THE POETICAL WORKS OF A. C. SWINBURNE - - In 6 Vols. Cr. 8vo. 45s. net. - - - I. POEMS AND BALLADS (1st series) - - II. SONGS BEFORE SUNRISE and SONGS OF TWO NATIONS - - III. POEMS AND BALLADS (2nd and 3rd series), and SONGS OF THE - SPRINGTIDES - - IV. TRISTRAM OF LYONESSE, THE TALE OF BALEN, ATALANTA IN CALYDON, - ERECHTHEUS - - V. STUDIES IN SONG, A CENTURY OF ROUNDELS, SONNETS ON ENGLISH - DRAMATIC POETS, THE HEPTALOGIA, etc. - - VI. A MIDSUMMER HOLIDAY, ASTROPHEL, A CHANNEL PASSAGE, and other - Poems - - LONDON - WILLIAM HEINEMANN, BEDFORD ST. - - - - - OCTOBER - - AND OTHER POEMS - - THE GOLDEN PINE EDITION OF SWINBURNE’S WORKS - - Each Volume Cr. 8vo. Cloth 4s. net; - Leather 6s. net. - - - I. POEMS AND BALLADS (1st series) - - II. POEMS AND BALLADS (2nd and 3rd series) - - III. SONGS BEFORE SUNRISE (Including Songs of Italy) - - IV. ATALANTA IN CALYDON AND ERECHTHEUS - - V. TRISTRAM OF LYONESSE - - VI. A STUDY OF SHAKESPEARE - - LONDON - WILLIAM HEINEMANN, BEDFORD ST. - - - - - OCTOBER - AND OTHER POEMS - WITH OCCASIONAL VERSES - ON THE WAR - - BY - ROBERT BRIDGES - POET LAUREATE - - [Illustration: colophon] - - 1920 - - LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN - - - - - TO - GENERAL THE RIGHT HONOURABLE - JAN CHRISTIAAN SMUTS - PRIME MINISTER OF THE UNION - OF SOUTH AFRICA - SOLDIER, STATESMAN, & SEER - WITH THE AUTHOR’S - HOMAGE - - - - -PREFACE - - -This miscellaneous volume is composed of three sections. The first -twelve poems were written in 1913, and printed privately by Mr. Hornby -in 1914. - -The last of these poems proved to be a “war poem,” and on that follow -eighteen pieces which were called forth on occasion during the War, the -last being a broadsheet on the surrender of the German ships. All of -these verses appeared in some journal or serial. There were a few -others, but they are not included in this collection, either because -they are lost, or because they show decidedly inferior claims to -salvage. - -The last six poems or sonnets are of various dates. - -R. B. - - - - -CONTENTS - - - PAGE - -OCTOBER 1 - -THE FLOWERING TREE 2 - -NOEL: CHRISTMAS EVE, 1913 4 - -IN DER FREMDE 6 - -THE PHILOSOPHER AND HIS MISTRESS 7 - -NARCISSUS 8 - -OUR LADY 10 - -THE CURFEW TOWER 13 - -FLYCATCHERS 15 - -GHOSTS 16 - -Έτώσιον ἄχθος ἀρούρης 16 - -HELL AND HATE 17 - -“WAKE UP, ENGLAND!” 20 - -LORD KITCHENER 22 - -ODE ON THE TERCENTENARY COMMEMORATION OF SHAKESPEARE, 1916 23 - -THE CHIVALRY OF THE SEA 28 - -FOR “PAGES INÉDITES,” ETC. 30 - -GHELUVELT 30 - -THE WEST FRONT 31 - -TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA 33 - -TRAFALGAR SQUARE 34 - -CHRISTMAS EVE, 1917 36 - -TO THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA 38 - -OUR PRISONERS OF WAR IN GERMANY 39 - -HARVEST-HOME 40 - -TO AUSTRALIA 42 - -THE EXCELLENT WAY 43 - -ENGLAND TO INDIA 45 - -BRITANNIA VICTRIX 47 - -DER TAG: NELSON AND BEATTY 51 - -TO BURNS 56 - -POOR CHILD 57 - -TO PERCY BUCK 58 - -TO HARRY ELLIS WOOLDRIDGE 59 - -FORTUNATUS NIMIUM 60 - -DEMOCRITUS 62 - - -NOTES 63 - - - - -OCTOBER. - - - April adance in play - met with his lover May - where she came garlanded. - The blossoming boughs o’erhead - were thrill’d to bursting by - the dazzle from the sky - and the wild music there - that shook the odorous air. - - Each moment some new birth - hasten’d to deck the earth - in the gay sunbeams. - Between their kisses dreams: - And dream and kiss were rife - with laughter of mortal life. - - But this late day of golden fall - is still as a picture upon a wall - or a poem in a book lying open unread. - Or whatever else is shrined - when the Virgin hath vanishèd: - Footsteps of eternal Mind - on the path of the dead. - - - - -THE FLOWERING TREE. - - - What Fairy fann’d my dreams - while I slept in the sun? - As if a flowering tree - were standing over me: - Its young stem strong and lithe - went branching overhead - And willowy sprays around - fell tasseling to the ground - All with wild blossom gay - as is the cherry in May - When her fresh flaunt of leaf - gives crowns of golden green. - - The sunlight was enmesh’d - in the shifting splendour - And I saw through on high - to soft lakes of blue sky: - Ne’er was mortal slumber - so lapt in luxury. - - Rather--Endymion-- - would I sleep in the sun - Neath the trees divinely - with day’s azure above - When my love of Beauty - is met by beauty’s love. - - So I slept enchanted - under my loving tree - Till from his late resting - the sweet songster of night - Rousing awaken’d me: - Then! this--the birdis note-- - Was the voice of thy throat - which thou gav’st me to kiss. - - - - -NOEL: CHRISTMAS EVE, 1913. - -_Pax hominibus bonæ voluntatis._ - - - A frosty Christmas Eve - when the stars were shining - Fared I forth alone - where westward falls the hill, - And from many a village - in the water’d valley - Distant music reach’d me - peals of bells aringing: - The constellated sounds - ran sprinkling on earth’s floor - As the dark vault above - with stars was spangled o’er. - - Then sped my thought to keep - that first Christmas of all - When the shepherds watching - by their folds ere the dawn - Heard music in the fields - and marveling could not tell - Whether it were angels - or the bright stars singing. - - Now blessed be the tow’rs - that crown England so fair - That stand up strong in prayer - unto God for our souls: - Blessed be their founders - (said I) an’ our country folk - Who are ringing for Christ - in the belfries to-night - With arms lifted to clutch - the rattling ropes that race - Into the dark above - and the mad romping din. - - But to me heard afar - it was starry music - Angels’ song, comforting - as the comfort of Christ - When he spake tenderly - to his sorrowful flock: - The old words came to me - by the riches of time - Mellow’d and transfigured - as I stood on the hill - Heark’ning in the aspect - of th’ eternal silence. - - - - -IN DER FREMDE. - - - Ah! wild-hearted wand’rer - far in the world away - Restless nor knowest why - only thou canst not stay - And now turnest trembling - hearing the wind to sigh: - ’Twas thy lover calling - whom thou didst leave forby. - - So faint and yet so far - so far and yet so fain-- - “Return belov’d to me” - but thou must onward strain: - Thy trembling is in vain - as thy wand’ring shall be. - What so well thou lovest - thou nevermore shalt see. - - - - -THE PHILOSOPHER AND HIS MISTRESS. - - - We watch’d the wintry moon - Suffer her full eclipse - Riding at night’s high noon - Beyond the earth’s ellipse. - - The conquering shadow quell’d - Her splendour in its robe: - And darkling we beheld - A dim and lurid globe; - - Yet felt thereat no dread, - Nor waited we to see - The sullen dragon fled, - The heav’nly Queen go free. - - So if my heart of pain - One hour o’ershadow thine, - I fear for thee no stain, - Thou wilt come forth and shine: - - And far my sorrowing shade - Will slip to empty space - Invisible, but made - Happier for that embrace. - - - - -NARCISSUS. - - - Almighty wondrous everlasting - Whether in a cradle of astral whirlfire - Or globed in a piercing star thou slumb’rest - The impassive body of God: - Thou deep i’ the core of earth--Almighty!-- - From numbing stress and gloom profound - Madest escape in life desirous - To embroider her thin-spun robe. - - ’Twas down in a wood--they tell-- - In a running water thou sawest thyself - Or leaning over a pool: The sedges - Were twinn’d at the mirror’s brim - The sky was there and the trees--Almighty!-- - A bird of a bird and white clouds floating - And seeing thou knewest thine own image - To love it beyond all else. - - Then wondering didst thou speak - Of beauty and wisdom of art and worship - Didst build the fanes of Zeus and Apollo - The high cathedrals of Christ. - - All that we love is thine--Almighty!-- - Heart-felt music and lyric song - Language the eager grasp of knowledge - All that we think is thine. - - But whence?--Beauteous everlasting!-- - Whence and whither? Hast thou mistaken? - Or dost forget? Look again! Thou seest - A shadow and not thyself. - - - - -OUR LADY. - - -I. - - Goddess azure-mantled and aureoled - That standing barefoot upon the moon - Or throned as a Queen of the earth - Tranquilly smilest to hold - The Child-god in thine arms, - Whence thy glory? Art not she - The country maiden of Galilee - Simple in dowerless poverty - Who from humble cradle to grave - Hadst no thought of this wonder? - - When to man dull of heart - Dawn’d at length graciously - Thy might of Motherhood - The starry Truth beam’d on his home; - Then with insight exalted he gave thee - The trappings--Lady--wherewith his art - Delighteth to picture his spirit to sense - And that grace is immortal. - - Fount of creative Love - Mother of the Word eternal - Atoning man with God: - Who set thee apart as a garden enclosed - From Nature’s all-producing wilds - To rear the richest fruit o’ the Life - Ever continuing out from Him - Urgent since the beginning. - - -II. - - Behold! Man setteth thine image in the height of Heaven - And hallowing his untemper’d love - Crowneth and throneth thee ador’d - (Tranquilly joyous to hold - The man-child in thine arms) - God-like apart from conflict to save thee - To guard thy weak caressive beauty - With incontaminate jewels of soul - Courage, patience, and self-devotion: - All this glory he gave thee. - - Secret and slow is Nature - Imperceptibly moving - With surely determinate aim: - To woman it fell to be early in prime - Ready to labour, mould, and cherish - The delicate head of all Production - The wistful late-maturing boy - Who made Knowing of Being. - - Therefore art thou ador’d - Mother of God in man - Naturing nurse of power: - They who adore not thee shall perish - But thou shalt keep thy path of joy - Envied of Angels because the All-father - Call’d thee to mother his nascent Word - And complete the creation. - - - - -THE CURFEW TOWER. - - - Thro’ innocent eyes at the world awond’ring - Nothing spake to me more superbly - Than the round bastion of Windsor’s wall - - That warding the Castle’s southern angle - An old inheritor of Norman prowess - Was call’d by the folk the Curfew Tow’r. - - Above the masonry’s rugged courses - A turreted clock of Caroline fashion - Told time to the town in black and gold. - - It charmed the hearts of Henry’s scholars - As kingly a mentor of English story - As Homer’s poem is of Ilion: - - Nor e’er in the landscape look’d it fairer - Than when we saw its white bulk halo’d - In a lattice of slender scaffoldings. - - Month by month on the airy platforms - Workmen labour’d hacking and hoisting - Till again the tower was stript to the sun: - - The old tow’r? Nay a new tow’r stood there - From footing to battlemented skyline - And topt with a cap the slice of a cone - - Archæologic and counterfeited - The smoothest thing in all the high-street - As Eton scholars to-day may see: - - They--wherever else they find their wonder - And feed their boyhood on Time’s enchantment-- - See never the Tow’r that spoke to me. - - - - -FLYCATCHERS. - - - Sweet pretty fledgelings, perched on the rail arow, - Expectantly happy, where ye can watch below - Your parents a-hunting i’ the meadow grasses - All the gay morning to feed you with flies; - - Ye recall me a time sixty summers ago, - When, a young chubby chap, I sat just so - With others on a school-form rank’d in a row, - Not less eager and hungry than you, I trow, - With intelligences agape and eyes aglow, - While an authoritative old wise-acre - Stood over us and from a desk fed us with flies. - - Dead flies--such as litter the library south-window, - That buzzed at the panes until they fell stiff-baked on the sill, - Or are roll’d up asleep i’ the blinds at sunrise, - Or wafer’d flat in a shrunken folio. - - A dry biped he was, nurtured likewise - On skins and skeletons, stale from top to toe - With all manner of rubbish and all manner of lies. - - - - -GHOSTS. - - - Mazing around my mind like moths at a shaded candle, - In my heart like lost bats in a cave fluttering, - Mock ye the charm whereby I thought reverently to lay you, - When to the wall I nail’d your reticent effigys? - - - - -Έτώσιον ἄχθος ἀρούρης - - - Who goes there? God knows. I’m nobody. How should I answer? - Can’t jump over a gate nor run across the meadow. - I’m but an old whitebeard of inane identity. Pass on! - What’s left of me to-day will very soon be nothing. - - - - -HELL AND HATE. - - - Two demons thrust their arms out over the world, - Hell with a ruddy torch of fire, - And Hate with gasping mouth, - Striving to seize two children fair - Who play’d on the upper curve of the Earth. - - Their shapes were vast as the thoughts of man, - But the Earth was small - As the moon’s rim appeareth - Scann’d through an optic glass. - - The younger child stood erect on the Earth - As a charioteer in a car - Or a dancer with arm upraised; - Her whole form--barely clad - From feet to golden head-- - Leapt brightly against the uttermost azure, - Whereon the stars were splashes of light - Dazed in the gulfing beds of space. - - The elder might have been stell’d to show - The lady who led my boyish love; - But her face was graver than e’er to me - When I look’d in her eyes long ago, - And the hair on her shoulders fal’n - Nested its luminous brown - I’ the downy spring of her wings: - Her figure aneath was screen’d by the Earth, - Whereoff--so small that was - No footing for her could be-- - She appeared to be sailing free - I’ the glide and poise of her flight. - - Then knew I the Angel Faith, - Who was guarding human Love. - - Happy were both, of peaceful mien, - Contented as mankind longeth to be, - Not merry as children are; - And show’d no fear of the Fiends’ pursuit, - As ever those demons clutched in vain; - And I, who had fear’d awhile to see - Such gentleness in such jeopardy, - Lost fear myself; for I saw the foes - Were slipping aback and had no hold - On the round Earth that sped its course. - - The painted figures never could move, - But the artist’s mind was there: - The longer I look’d the more I knew - They were falling, falling away below - To the darkness out of sight. - -_December 16, 1913._ - - - - -“WAKE UP, ENGLAND!”[A] - - - Thou careless, awake! - Thou peacemaker, fight! - Stand England for honour - And God guard the Right! - - Thy mirth lay aside, - Thy cavil and play; - The fiend is upon thee - And grave is the day. - - * * * - - Through fire, air and water - Thy trial must be; - But they that love life best - Die gladly for thee. - - * * * - - Much suffering shall cleanse thee - But thou through the flood - Shalt win to salvation, - To beauty through blood. - - Up, careless, awake! - Ye peacemakers, fight! - Stand England for honour, - And God guard the Right! - -_August, 1914._ - - [A] See notes at end of volume. - - - - -LORD KITCHENER. - - - Unflinching hero, watchful to foresee - And face thy country’s peril wheresoe’er, - Directing war and peace with equal care, - Till by long toil ennobled thou wert he - Whom England call’d and bade “Set my arm free - To obey my will and save my honour fair"-- - What day the foe presumed on her despair - And she herself had trust in none but thee: - - Among Herculean deeds the miracle - That mass’d the labour of ten years in one - Shall be thy monument. Thy work is done - Ere we could thank thee; and the high sea-swell - Surgeth unheeding where thy proud ship fell - By the lone Orkneys, at the set of sun. - - - - -ODE ON THE TERCENTENARY COMMEMORATION OF SHAKESPEARE, 1916. - - - Kind dove-wing’d Peace, for whose green olive-crown - The noblest kings would give their diadems, - Mother who hast ruled our home so long, - How suddenly art thou fled! - Leaving our cities astir with war; - And yet on the fair fields deserted - Lingerest, wherever the gaudy seasons - Deck with excessive splendour - The sorrow-stricken year, - Where cornlands bask and high elms rustle gently, - And still the unweeting birds sing on by brae and bourn. - - The trumpet blareth and calleth the true to be stern - Be then thy soft reposeful music dumb; - Yet shall thy lovers awhile give ear - --Tho’ in war’s garb they come-- - To the praise of England’s gentlest son; - Whom when she bore the Muses lov’d - Above the best of eldest honour - --Yea, save one without peer-- - And by great Homer set, - Not to impugn his undisputed throne, - The myriad-hearted by the mighty-hearted one. - - For God of His gifts pour’d on him a full measure, - And gave him to know Nature and the ways of men: - To dower with inexhaustible treasure - A world-conquering speech, - Which surg’d as a river high-descended - That gathering tributaries of many lands - Rolls through the plain a bounteous flood, - Picturing towers and temples - And ruin of bygone times, - And floateth the ships deep-laden with merchandise - Out on the windy seas to traffic in foreign climes. - - Thee SHAKESPEARE to-day we honour; and evermore, - Since England bore thee, the master of human song, - Thy folk are we, children of thee, - Who knitting in one her realm - And strengthening with pride her sea-borne clans, - Scorn’st in the grave the bruize of death. - All thy later-laurel’d choir - Laud thee in thy world-shrine: - London’s laughter is thine; - One with thee is our temper in melancholy or might, - And in thy book Great-Britain’s rule readeth her right. - - Her chains are chains of Freedom, and her bright arms - Honour Justice and Truth and Love to man. - Though first from a pirate ancestry - She took her home on the wave, - Her gentler spirit arose disdainful, - And smiting the fetters of slavery - Made the high seaways safe and free, - In wisdom bidding aloud - To world-wide brotherhood, - Till her flag was hail’d as the ensign of Liberty, - And the boom of her guns went round the earth in salvos of peace. - - And thou, when Nature bow’d her mastering hand - To borrow an ecstasy of man’s art from thee, - Thou her poet secure as she - Of the shows of eternity, - Didst never fear thy work should fall - To fashion’s craze nor pedant’s folly - Nor devastator whose arrogant arms - Murder and maim mankind; - Who when in scorn of grace - He hath batter’d and burn’d some loveliest dearest shrine, - Laugheth in ire and boasteth aloud his brazen god. - - * * * * * - - I SAW the Angel of Earth from strife aloof - Mounting the heavenly stair with Time on high, - Growing ever younger in the brightening air - Of the everlasting dawn: - It was not terror in his eyes nor wonder, - That glance of the intimate exaltation - Which lieth as Power under all Being, - And broodeth in Thought above, - As a bird wingeth over the ocean, - Whether indolently the heavy water sleepeth - Or is dash’d in a million waves, chafing or lightly laughing. - - I hear his voice in the music of lamentation, - In echoing chant and cadenced litany, - In country song and pastoral piping - And silvery dances of mirth: - And oft, as the eyes of a lion in the brake, - His presence hath startled me, - In austere shapes of beauty lurking, - Beautiful for Beauty’s sake; - As a lonely blade of life - Ariseth to flower whensoever the unseen Will - Stirreth with kindling aim the dark fecundity of Being. - - Man knoweth but as in a dream of his own desire - The thing that is good for man, and he dreameth well: - But the lot of the gentle heart is hard - That is cast in an epoch of life, - When evil is knotted and demons fight, - Who know not, they, that the lowest lot - Is treachery hate and trust in sin - And perseverance in ill, - Doom’d to oblivious Hell, - To pass with the shames unspoken of men away, - Wash’d out with their tombs by the grey unpitying tears of Heaven. - - But ye, dear Youth, who lightly in the day of fury - Put on England’s glory as a common coat, - And in your stature of masking grace - Stood forth warriors complete, - No praise o’ershadoweth yours to-day, - Walking out of the home of love - To match the deeds of all the dead.-- - Alas! alas! fair Peace, - These were thy blossoming roses. - Look on thy shame, fair Peace, thy tearful shame! - Turn to thine isle, fair Peace; return thou and guard it well! - - - - -THE CHIVALRY OF THE SEA. - -DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF CHARLES FISHER, LATE STUDENT OF CHRIST -CHURCH, OXFORD, LOST IN THE “INVINCIBLE.” - - - Over the warring waters, beneath the wandering skies, - The heart of Britain roameth, the Chivalry of the sea, - Where Spring never bringeth a flower, nor bird singeth in a tree; - Far, afar, O beloved, beyond the sight of our eyes, - Over the warring waters, beneath the stormy skies. - - Staunch and valiant-hearted, to whom our toil were play, - Ye man with armour’d patience the bulwarks night and day, - Or on your iron coursers plough shuddering through the Bay, - Or neath the deluge drive the skirmishing sharks of war: - Venturous boys who leapt on the pinnace and row’d from shore, - A mother’s tear in the eye, a swift farewell to say, - And a great glory at heart that none can take away. - - Seldom is your home-coming; for aye your pennon flies - In unrecorded exploits on the tumultuous wave; - Till, in the storm of battle, fast-thundering upon the foe, - Ye add your kindred names to the heroes of long-ago, - And mid the blasting wrack, in the glad sudden death of the brave, - Ye are gone to return no more.--Idly our tears arise; - Too proud for praise as ye lie in your unvisited grave, - The wide-warring water, under the starry skies. - - - - -FOR “PAGES INÉDITES,” ETC. - -_April, 1916._ - - - By our dear sons’ graves, fair France, thou’rt now to us, endear’d; - Since no more as of old stand th’ English against thee in fight, - But rallying to defend thee they die guarding thy beauty - From blind envious Hate and Perfidy leagued with Might. - - - - -GHELUVELT. - -EPITAPH ON THE WORCESTERS. OCTOBER 31, 1914. - - - Askest thou of these graves? They’ll tell thee, - O stranger, in England - How we Worcesters lie where we redeem’d the battle. - - - - -THE WEST FRONT. - -AN ENGLISH MOTHER, ON LOOKING INTO MASEFIELD’S “OLD FRONT LINE.” - - - No country know I so well - as this landscape of hell. - Why bring you to my pain - these shadow’d effigys - Of barb’d wire, riven trees, - the corpse-strewn blasted plain? - - And the names--Hebuterne - Bethune and La Bassée-- - I have nothing to learn-- - Contalmaison, Boisselle, - And one where night and day - my heart would pray and dwell; - - A desert sanctuary, - where in holy vigil - Year-long I have held my faith - against th’ imaginings - Of horror and agony - in an ordeal above - - The tears of suffering - and took aid of angels: - This was the temple of God: - no mortuary of kings - Ever gathered the spoils - of such chivalry and love: - - No pilgrim shrine soe’er - hath assembled such prayer-- - With rich incense-wafted - ritual and requiem - Not beauteous batter’d Rheims - nor lorn Jerusalem. - - - - -TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA - -_April, 1917._ - - - Brothers in blood! They who this wrong began - To wreck our commonwealth, will rue the day - When first they challenged freemen to the fray, - And with the Briton dared the American. - Now are we pledged to win the Rights of man; - Labour and justice now shall have their way, - And in a League of Peace--God grant we may-- - Transform the earth, not patch up the old plan. - - Sure is our hope since he, who led your nation, - Spake for mankind; and ye arose in awe - Of that high call to work the world’s salvation; - Clearing your minds of all estranging blindness - In the vision of Beauty, and the Spirit’s law, - Freedom and Honour and sweet Loving-kindness. - - - - -TRAFALGAR SQUARE - -_September, 1917._ - - - Fool that I was: my heart was sore, - Yea sick for the myriad wounded men, - The maim’d in the war: I had grief for each one: - And I came in the gay September sun - To the open smile of Trafalgar Square; - Where many a lad with a limb fordone - Loll’d by the lion-guarded column - That holdeth Nelson statued thereon - Upright in the air. - - The Parliament towers and the Abbey towers, - The white Horseguards and grey Whitehall, - He looketh on all, - Past Somerset House and the river’s bend - To the pillar’d dome of St. Paul, - That slumbers confessing God’s solemn blessing - On England’s glory, to keep it ours-- - While children true her prowess renew - And throng from the ends of the earth to defend - Freedom and honour--till Earth shall end. - - The gentle unjealous Shakespeare, I trow, - In his country tomb of peaceful fame, - Must feel exiled from life and glow - If he think of this man with his warrior claim, - Who looketh o’er London as if ’twere his own, - As he standeth in stone, aloft and alone, - Sailing the sky with one arm and one eye. - - - - -CHRISTMAS EVE, 1917 - - - Many happy returns, sweet Babe, of the day! - Didst not thou sow good seed in the world, thy field? - Cam’st thou to save the poor? Thy poor yet pine. - Thousands to-day suffer death-pangs like thine; - Our jewels of life are spilt on the ground as dross; - Ten thousand mothers stand beneath the cross. - _Peace to men of goodwill_ was the angels’ song: - Now there is fiercer war, worse filth and wrong. - If thou didst sow good seed, is this the yield? - Shall not thy folk be quell’d in dead dismay? - - Nay, with a larger hope we are fed and heal’d - Than e’er was reveal’d to the saints who died so strong; - For while men slept the seed had quicken’d unseen. - England is as a field whereon the corn is green. - - Of trial and dark tribulation this vision is born-- - Britain as a field green with the springing corn. - While we slumber’d the seed was growing unseen. - Happy returns of the day, dear Babe, we say. - - ENGLAND has buried her sins with her fathers’ bones. - Thou shalt be throned on the ruin of kingly thrones. - The wish of thine heart is rooted in carnal mind; - For good seed didst thou sow in the world thy field: - It shall ripen in gold and harvest an hundredfold. - Peace shall come as a flood upon all mankind; - Love shall comfort and succour the poor that are pined. - - Wherever our gentle children are wander’d and sped, - Simple apostles thine of the world to come, - They carried the living seed of the living Bread. - The angel-song and the gospel of Christendom, - That while the nation slept was springing unseen. - - So tho’ we be sorely stricken we feel no dread: - Our thousand sons suffer death-pangs like thine: - It shall ripen in gold and harvest an hundredfold: - Peace and Love shall hallow our care and teen, - Shall bind in fellowship all the folk of the earth - To kneel at thy cradle, Babe, and bless thy birth. - - Ring we the bells up and down in country and town, - And keep the old feast unholpen of preacher or priest, - Wishing thee happy returns, and thy Mother May, - Ever happier and happier returns, dear CHRIST, of thy day! - - - - -TO THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA - -_August, 1918._ - - - See England’s stalwart daughter, who made emprise - ’Gainst her own mother, freeborn of the free, - Who slew her sons for her slaves’ liberty, - See for mankind her majesty arise! - From her new world her unattainted eyes - Espy deliverance, and her bold decree - Speaks for Great Britain’s wide confederacy: - The folk shall rule, if only they be wise. - - Ambition, hate, revenge, the secret sway - Of priest and kingcraft shall be done away - By faith in beauty, chivalry and good. - One God made all, and will all wrongs forgive - Save their hell-heart who stab man’s hope to live - In mutual freedom, peace and brotherhood. - - - - -OUR PRISONERS OF WAR IN GERMANY - -_October, 1918._ - - - Prisoners to a foe inhuman, Oh! but our hearts rebel: - Defenceless victims ye are, in claws of spite a prey, - Conquering your torturers, enduring night and day - Malice, year-long drawn out your noble spirits to quell. - Fearsomer than death this rack they ranged, and reckon’d well - ’Twould harrow our homes, and plied, such devilish aim had they, - That England roused to rage should wrong with wrong repay, - And smirch her envied honour in deeds unspeakable. - - Nor trouble we just Heaven that quick revenge be done - On Satan’s chamberlains highseated in Berlin; - Their reek floats round the world on all lands ’neath the sun: - Tho’ in craven Germany was no man found, not one - With spirit enough to cry Shame!--Nay, but on such sin - Follows Perdition eternal ... and it has begun. - - - - -HARVEST-HOME - -VERSES TO THE AMERICANS ON THEIR THANKSGIVING DAY, CELEBRATED IN ENGLAND -NOVEMBER 28, 1918. - - - A toast for West and East - Drink on this Thursday feast - Last in November, - The year when Albion’s lands - Across the sea join hands-- - Drink and remember! - - Nineteen-eighteen fulfill’d - The kindly purpose will’d - By the Ever-living, - When first in hope upstay’d - The Pilgrim Fathers made - Harvest thanksgiving. - - And since the seed bore fruit, - Which they went forth to root - In the wildernesses, - Ye now return to find - The Rose that they resigned - With their distresses. - - ’Twas when the wide world o’er, - Whatever peaceful shore - Britons inherit, - Britons claim’d right of birth, - And fought hell in the mirth - Of Shakespeare’s spirit. - - Then your true heart was stirr’d, - Your arm raised, and your word - Went forth, forecasting - That the great war should cease - In British bonds of peace, - Peace everlasting. - - _The good God bless this day, - And we for ever and aye - Keep our love living, - Till all men ’neath heaven’s dome - Sing Freedom’s Harvest-home - In one Thanksgiving!_ - - - - -TO AUSTRALIA - -WITH THE WOUNDED AND THE SURVIVORS OF 1914 RETURNING HOME IN AUTUMN, -1918. - - - A loving message at Christmastide, - Sent round the world to the underside - A-sail in the ship that across the foam - Carries the wounded Aussies home, - Who rallied at War’s far-thundering call, - When England stood with her back to the wall, - To fight for Freedom, that ne’er shall die - So long as on earth the old flag fly. - - O hearts so loving, eager and bold-- - Whose praise hath claim to be writ on the sky - In letters of gold, of fire and gold-- - Never shall prouder tale be told, - Than how ye fought as the knights of old - “Against the heathen in Turkye - In Flanders Artois and Picardie:” - But above all triumph that else ye have won - This is the goodliest deed ye have done, - To have seal’d with blood in a desperate day - The love-bond that binds us for ever and aye. - -_September, 1918._ - - - - -THE EXCELLENT WAY - - - Man’s mind that hath this earth for home - Hath too its far-spread starry dome - Where thought is lost in going free, - Prison’d but by infinity. - He first in slumbrous babyhood - Took conscience of his heavenly good; - Then with his sins grown up to youth - Wept at the vision of God’s truth. - - Soon in his heart new hopes awoke - As poet sang or prophet spoke: - Temples arose and stone he taught - To stand agaze in trancèd thought: - He won the trembling air to tell - Of far passions ineffable, - Feeding the hungry things of sense - With instincts of omniscience, - Immortal modes that should abide - Cherish’d by love and pious pride, - That unborn children might inherit - The triumph of his holy spirit, - Outbidding Nature, to entice - Her soul from her own Paradise, - Till her wild face had fallen to shame - Had he not praised her in God’s name. - - Alas! poor man, what blockish curse - Would violate thy universe, - To enchain thy freedom and entomb - Thy pleasance in devouring gloom? - Behold thy savage foes of yore - With woes of pestilence and war, - Siva and Moloch, Odin and Thor, - Rise from their graves to greet amain - The deeds that give them life again. - - Poor man, sunk deeper than thy slime - In blood and hate, in terror and crime, - Thou who wert lifted on the wings - Of thy desire, the king of kings, - In promise beyond ken sublime: - O thou man-soul, who mightest climb - To heavenly happiness, whereof - Thine easy path were Mirth and Love! - -_October, 1918._ - - - - -ENGLAND TO INDIA - -_Christmas, 1918._ - - - Beautiful is man’s home: how fair, - Wrapt in her robe of azurous air, - The Earth thro’ stress of ice and fire - Came on the path of God’s desire, - Redeeming Chaos, to compose - Exquisite forms of lily and rose, - With every creature a design - Of loveliness or craft divine - Searchable and unsearchable, - And each insect a miracle! - - Truth is as Beauty unconfined: - Various as Nature is man’s Mind: - Each race and tribe is as a flower - Set in God’s garden with its dower - Of special instinct; and man’s grace - Compact of all must all embrace. - China and Ind, Hellas or France, - Each hath its own inheritance; - And each to Truth’s rich market brings - Its bright divine imaginings, - In rival tribute to surprise - The world with native merchandise. - Nor least in worth nor last in years - Of artists, poets, saints and seers, - England, in her far northern sea, - Fashion’d the jewel of Liberty, - Fetch’d from the shore of Palestine - (Land of the Lily and mystic Vine). - Where once in the everlasting dawn - Christ’s Love-star flamed, that heavenly sign - Whereto all nations shall be drawn, - Unfabled Magi, and uplift - Each to Love’s cradle his own gift. - - Thou who canst dream and understand, - Dost thou not dream for thine own land - This dream of Truth, and contemplate - That happier world, Love’s free Estate? - Say, didst thou dream, O Sister fair, - How hand in hand we entered there? - - - - -BRITANNIA VICTRIX - - - Careless wast thou in thy pride, - Queen of seas and countries wide, - Glorying on thy peaceful throne:-- - Can thy love thy sins atone? - What shall dreams of glory serve, - If thy sloth thy doom deserve, - When the strong relentless foe - Storm thy gates to lay thee low? - - Careless, ah! he saw thee leap - Mighty from thy startled sleep, - Heard afar thy challenge ring: - ’Twas the world’s awakening. - - Welcome to thy children all - Rallying to thee without call - Oversea, the sportive sons - From thy vast dominions! - Stern in onset or defence, - Terrible in their confidence. - - Dauntless wast thou, fair goddess, - ’Neath the cloud of thy distress; - Fierce and mirthful wast thou seen - In thy toil and in thy teen; - While the nations looked to thee, - Spent in worldwide agony. - - Oft, throughout that long ordeal - Dark with horror-stricken duty, - Nature on thy heart would steal - Beckoning thee with heavenly beauty, - Heightening ever on thine isle - All her seasons’ tranquil smile; - Till thy soul anew converted, - Roaming o’er the fields deserted, - By thy sorrow sanctified, - Found a place wherein to hide. - - Soon fresh beauty lit thy face, - Then thou stood’st in Heaven’s high grace: - Sudden in air on land and sea - Swell’d the voice of victory. - - Now when jubilant bells resound - And thy sons come laurel-crown’d, - After all thy years of woe - Thou no longer canst forgo, - Now thy tears are loos’d to flow. - - Land, dear land, whose sea-built shore - Nurseth warriors evermore, - Land, whence Freedom far and lone - Round the earth her speech has thrown - Like a planet’s luminous zone,-- - In thy strength and calm defiance - Hold mankind in love’s alliance! - - Beauteous art thou, but the foes - Of thy beauty are not those - Who lie tangled and dismay’d; - Fearless one, be yet afraid - Lest thyself thyself condemn - In the wrong that ruin’d them. - - God, who chose thee and upraised - ’Mong the folk (His name be praised!), - Proved thee then by chastisement - Worthy of His high intent, - Who, because thou could’st endure, - Saved thee free and purged thee pure, - Won thee thus His grace to win, - For thy love forgave thy sin, - For thy truth forgave thy pride, - Queen of seas and countries wide,-- - He who led thee still will guide. - - Hark! thy sons, those spirits fresh - Dearly housed in dazzling flesh, - Thy full brightening buds of strength, - Ere their day had any length - Crush’d, and fallen in torment sorest, - Hark! the sons whom thou deplorest - Call--I hear one call; he saith: - “Mother, weep not for my death: - ’Twas to guard our home from hell, - ’Twas to make thy joy I fell - Praising God, and all is well. - What if now thy heart should quail - And in peace our victory fail! - If low greed in guise of right - Should consume thy gather’d might, - And thy power mankind to save - Fall and perish on our grave! - On my grave, whose legend be - _Fought with the brave and joyfully - Died in faith of victory_. - Follow on the way we won! - Thou hast found, not lost thy son.” - -_November 23, 1918._ - - - - -DER TAG: NELSON AND BEATTY - -A BROADSHEET. - - -1. - - No doubt ’twas a truly Christian sight - When the German ships came out of the Bight, - But it can’t be said it was much of a fight - That grey November morning; - The wonderful day, the great Der Tag, - Which Prussians had vow’d with unmannerly brag - Should see Old England lower her flag - Some grey November morning. - - -2. - - The spirit of Nelson, that haunts the Fleet, - Had come whereabouts the ships must meet, - But he fear’d there was some decoy or cheat - That grey November morning, - When the enemy led by a British scout - Stole ’twixt our lines ... and never a shout - Or a signal; and never a gun spoke out - That grey November morning. - - -3. - - So he shaped his course to the Admiral’s ship, - Where Beatty stood with hand on hip - Impassive, nor ever moved his lip - That grey November morning; - And touching his shoulder he said: “My mate, - Am I come too soon or am I too late? - Is it friendly manœuvres or pageant of State - This grey November morning?” - - -4. - - Then Beatty said: “As Admiral here - In the name of the King I bid you good cheer: - It’s not my fault that it looks so queer - This grey November morning; - But there come the enemy all in queues; - They can fight well enough if only they choose; - Small blame to me if the fools refuse, - This grey November morning. - - -5. - - “That’s Admiral Reuter, surrendering nine - Great Dreadnoughts, all first-rates of the line; - Beyond, in the haze that veils the brine - This grey November morning, - Loom five heavy Cruisers, and light ones four, - With a tail of Destroyers, fifty or more, - Each squadron under its Commodore, - This grey November morning. - - -6. - - “The least of all those captive queens - Could have knock’d your whole navy to smithereens, - And nothing said of the other machines, - On a grey November morning, - The aeroplanes and the submarines, - Bombs, torpedoes, and Zeppelins, - Their floating mines and their smoky screens, - Of a grey November morning. - - -7. - - “They’ll rage like bulls sans reason or rhyme, - And next day, as if ’twere a pantomime, - They walk in like cows at milking-time, - On a grey November morning. - We’re four years sick of the pestilent mob; - --You’ve heard of our biblical _Battle in Gob_?-- - At times it was hardly a gentleman’s job - Of a grey November morning.” - - -8. - - Then Nelson said: “God bless my soul! - How things are changed in this age of coal; - For the spittle it isn’t with you I’d condole - This grey November morning. - By George! you’ve netted a monstrous catch: - You’ll be able to pen the best dispatch - That ever an Admiral wrote under hatch - On a grey November morning. - - -9. - - “I like your looks and I like your name: - My heart goes out to the old fleet’s fame, - And I’m pleased to find you so spry at the game - This grey November morning. - Your ships, tho’ I don’t half understand - Their build, are stouter and better mann’d - Than anything I ever had in command - Of a grey November morning.” - - -10. - - Then Beatty spoke: “Sir! none of my crew, - All bravest of brave and truest of true, - Is thinking of me so much as of you - This grey November morning.” - And Nelson replied: “Well, thanks f’ your chat. - Forgive my intrusion! I take off my hat - And make you my bow ... we’ll leave it at that, - This grey November morning.” - - - - -“TO BURNS” - -TOAST FOR THE GREENOCK CLUB DINNER, JANUARY, 1914. - - - To Burns! brave Scotia’s laurel’d son - Who drove his plough on Helicon-- - Who with his Doric rhyme erewhile - Taught English bards to mend their style-- - And by the humour of his pen - Fairly befool’d auld Nickie-ben ... - Blithe Robbie Burns! we love thee well - Because thou wert so like thysel’, - And in full cups with festive cheer - We toast thy fame from year to year. - - - - -POOR CHILD - - - On a mournful day - When my heart was lonely, - O’er and o’er my thought - Conned but one thing only, - - Thinking how I lost - Wand’ring in the wild-wood - The companion self - Of my careless childhood. - - How, poor child, it was - I shall ne’er discover, - But ’twas just when he - Grew to be thy lover, - - With thine eyes of trust - And thy mirth, whereunder - All the world’s hope lay - In thy heart of wonder. - - Now, beyond regrets - And faint memories of thee. - Saddest is, poor child, - That I cannot love thee. - - - - -TO PERCY BUCK - - - Folk alien to the Muse have hemm’d us round - And fiends have suck’d our blood: our best delight - Is poison’d, and the year’s infective blight - Hath made almost a silence of sweet sound. - But you, what fortune, Percy, have you found - At Harrow? doth fair hope your toil requite? - Doth beauty win her praise and truth her right, - Or hath the good seed fal’n on stony ground? - - Ply the art ever nobly, single-soul’d - Like Brahms, or as you ruled in Wells erewhile, - --Nor yet the memory of that zeal is cold-- - Where lately I, who love the purer style, - Enter’d, and felt your spirit as of old - Beside me, listening in the chancel-aisle. - -_1904._ - - - - -TO HARRY ELLIS WOOLDRIDGE - - - Love and the Muse have left their home, now bare - Of memorable beauty, all is gone, - The dedicated charm of Yattendon, - Which thou wert apt, dear Hal, to build and share. - What noble shades are flitting, who while-ere - Haunted the ivy’d walls, where time ran on - In sanctities of joy by reverence won, - Music and choral grace and studies fair! - - These on some kindlier field may Fate restore, - And may the old house prosper, dispossest - Of her whose equal it can nevermore - Hold till it crumble: O nay! and the door - Will moulder ere it open on a guest - To match thee in thy wisdom and thy jest. - -_October, 1905._ - - - - -FORTUNATUS NIMIUM - - - I have lain in the sun - I have toil’d as I might - I have thought as I would - And now it is night. - - My bed full of sleep - My heart of content - For friends that I met - The way that I went. - - I welcome fatigue - While frenzy and care - Like thin summer clouds - Go melting in air. - - To dream as I may - And awake when I will - With the song of the birds - And the sun on the hill. - - Or death--were it death-- - To what should I wake - Who loved in my home - All life for its sake? - - What good have I wrought? - I laugh to have learned - That joy cannot come - Unless it be earned; - - For a happier lot - Than God giveth me - It never hath been - Nor ever shall be. - - - - -DEMOCRITUS - - - Joy of your opulent atoms! wouldst thou dare - Say that Thought also of atoms self-became, - Waving to soul as light had the eye in aim; - And so with things of bodily sense compare - Those native notions that the heavens declare, - Space and Time, Beauty and God--Praise we his name!-- - Real ideas, that on tongues of flame - From out mind’s cooling paste leapt unaware? - - Thy spirit, Democritus, orb’d in the eterne - Illimitable galaxy of night - Shineth undimm’d where greater splendours burn - Of sage and poet: by their influence bright - We are held; and pouring from his quenchless urn - Christ with immortal love-beams laves the height. - -_1919._ - - - - -NOTES - - -POEM 3.--As the metre or scansion of this poem was publicly discussed -and wrongly analysed by some who admired its effects, it may be well to -explain that it and the three other poems in similar measure, “Flowering -Tree,” “In der Fremde,” “The West Front,” are strictly syllabic verse on -the model left by Milton in “Samson Agonistes”; except that his system, -which depended on exclusion of extra-metrical syllables (that is, -syllables which did not admit of resolution by “elision” into a -disyllabic scheme) from all places but the last, still admitted them in -that place, thereby forbidding inversion of the last foot. It is natural -to conclude that, had he pursued his inventions, his next step would -have been to get rid of this anomaly; and if that is done, the result is -the new rhythms that these poems exhibit. In this sort of prosody rhyme -is admitted, like alliteration, as an ornament at will; it is not -needed. My four experiments are confined to the twelve-syllable verse. -It is probably agreed that there are possibilities in that long six-foot -line which English poetry has not fully explored. - -POEM 12, “Hell and Hate."--This poem was written December 16, 1913. It -is the description of a little picture hanging in my bedroom; it had -been painted for me as a New Year’s gift more than thirty years before, -and I described it partly because I never exactly knew what it meant. -When the war broke out I remembered my poem and sent it to _The Times_, -where it appeared in the Literary Supplement September 24, 1914. - -POEM 13, “Wake up, England!"--This motto is the King’s well-known call -to the country in 1901 at the Guildhall. - -The verses appeared in _The Times_ on August 8, 1914. There were three -other stanzas, which are better omitted; and the last two lines, which -were printed in capitals and ran thus, - - England stands for honour, - May God defend the right, - -were purposely set out of metre. 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You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org/license - - -Title: October and Other Poems - with Occasional Verses on the War - -Author: Robert Bridges - -Release Date: July 2, 2017 [EBook #55031] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK OCTOBER AND OTHER POEMS *** - - - - -Produced by Larry B. Harrison, Chuck Greif and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - -</pre> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="345" height="500" alt="[Image -of the book's cover unavailable.]" /> -</div> - -<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="" -style="margin:2em auto 2em auto;max-width:70%;"> - -<tr><td class="c" colspan="2">THE COLLECTED EDITION<br /> OF THE POETICAL WORKS<br /> OF A. C. SWINBURNE</td></tr> - -<tr><td class="c" colspan="2">In 6 Vols. Cr. 8vo. 45s. net.</td></tr> -<tr valign="top"><td class="rt">I.</td><td class="hang">POEMS AND BALLADS (1st series)</td></tr> -<tr valign="top"><td class="rt">II.</td><td class="hang">SONGS BEFORE SUNRISE and SONGS OF TWO NATIONS</td></tr> -<tr valign="top"><td class="rt">III.</td><td class="hang">POEMS AND BALLADS (2nd and 3rd series), and SONGS OF THE SPRINGTIDES</td></tr> -<tr valign="top"><td class="rt">IV.</td><td class="hang">TRISTRAM OF LYONESSE, THE TALE OF BALEN, ATALANTA IN CALYDON, ERECHTHEUS</td></tr> -<tr valign="top"><td class="rt">V.</td><td class="hang">STUDIES IN SONG, A CENTURY OF ROUNDELS, SONNETS ON ENGLISH DRAMATIC POETS, THE HEPTALOGIA, etc.</td></tr> -<tr valign="top"><td class="rt">VI.</td><td class="hang">A MIDSUMMER HOLIDAY, ASTROPHEL, A CHANNEL PASSAGE, and other Poems</td></tr> - -<tr><td style="border-top:1px solid black;" class="c" colspan="2">LONDON<br /> -WILLIAM HEINEMANN, BEDFORD ST.</td></tr> - -</table> - -<p class="cb"><big>OCTOBER<br /> -AND OTHER POEMS</big></p> - -<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="" -style="margin:2em auto 2em auto;max-width:70%;"> -<tr><td class="c" colspan="2">THE GOLDEN PINE EDITION<br /> OF SWINBURNE’S WORKS</td></tr> - -<tr valign="top"><td class="c" colspan="2">Each Volume Cr. 8vo. Cloth 4s. net;<br /> -Leather 6s. net.</td></tr> - -<tr valign="top"><td class="rt">I.</td><td class="hang">POEMS AND BALLADS (1st series)</td></tr> -<tr valign="top"><td class="rt">II.</td><td class="hang">POEMS AND BALLADS (2nd and 3rd series)</td></tr> -<tr valign="top"><td class="rt">III.</td><td class="hang">SONGS BEFORE SUNRISE (Including Songs of Italy)</td></tr> -<tr valign="top"><td class="rt">IV.</td><td class="hang">ATALANTA IN CALYDON AND ERECHTHEUS</td></tr> -<tr valign="top"><td class="rt">V.</td><td class="hang">TRISTRAM OF LYONESSE</td></tr> -<tr valign="top"><td class="rt">VI.</td><td class="hang">A STUDY OF SHAKESPEARE</td></tr> - -<tr><td style="border-top:1px solid black;" class="c" colspan="2">LONDON<br /> -WILLIAM HEINEMANN, BEDFORD ST.</td></tr> -</table> - -<h1> -O C T O B E R<br /> -AND OTHER POEMS<br /> -<small><small>WITH OCCASIONAL VERSES<br /> -ON THE WAR</small></small></h1> - -<p class="cb"> -BY<br /> -ROBERT BRIDGES<br /> -<small>POET LAUREATE</small><br /> -<br /> -<img src="images/colophon.jpg" -width="350" -alt="[Image -unavailable: colophon: 1920, LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN]" -/><br /> -<br /> -<br /><br /> -TO<br /> -<small>GENERAL THE RIGHT HONOURABLE</small><br /><br /> -<big>JAN CHRISTIAAN SMUTS</big><br /><br /> -<small><span class="smcap">Prime Minister of the Union<br /> -of South Africa</span></small><br /><br /> -SOLDIER, STATESMAN, & SEER<br /><br /> -<small>WITH THE AUTHOR’S<br /> -HOMAGE</small><br /> -</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_ix" id="page_ix"></a>{ix}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="PREFACE" id="PREFACE"></a>PREFACE</h2> - -<p class="nind"><span class="smcap">This</span> miscellaneous volume is composed of three sections. The first -twelve poems were written in 1913, and printed privately by Mr. Hornby -in 1914.</p> - -<p>The last of these poems proved to be a “war poem,” and on that follow -eighteen pieces which were called forth on occasion during the War, the -last being a broadsheet on the surrender of the German ships. All of -these verses appeared in some journal or serial. There were a few -others, but they are not included in this collection, either because -they are lost, or because they show decidedly inferior claims to -salvage.</p> - -<p>The last six poems or sonnets are of various dates.</p> - -<p class="rt"> -R. B.<br /> -</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_x" id="page_x"></a>{x}</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_xi" id="page_xi"></a>{xi}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS</h2> - -<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> - -<tr><td> </td><td class="rt"><small>PAGE</small></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#OCTOBER"><span class="smcap">October</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_001">1</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#THE_FLOWERING_TREE"><span class="smcap">The Flowering Tree</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_002">2</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#NOEL_CHRISTMAS_EVE_1913"><span class="smcap">Noel: Christmas Eve, 1913</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_004">4</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#IN_DER_FREMDE"><span class="smcap">In der Fremde</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_006">6</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#THE_PHILOSOPHER_AND_HIS_MISTRESS"><span class="smcap">The Philosopher and his Mistress</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_007">7</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#NARCISSUS"><span class="smcap">Narcissus</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_008">8</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#OUR_LADY"><span class="smcap">Our Lady</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_010">10</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#THE_CURFEW_TOWER"><span class="smcap">The Curfew Tower</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_013">13</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#FLYCATCHERS"><span class="smcap">Flycatchers</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_015">15</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#GHOSTS"><span class="smcap">Ghosts</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_016">16</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#GREEK">Έτώσιον ἄχθος ἀρούρης</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_016">16</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#HELL_AND_HATE"><span class="smcap">Hell and Hate</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_017">17</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#WAKE_UP_ENGLANDA"><span class="smcap">“Wake up, England!”</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_020">20</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#LORD_KITCHENER"><span class="smcap">Lord Kitchener</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_022">22</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#ODE_ON_THE_TERCENTENARY_COMMEMORATION_OF_SHAKESPEARE_1916"><span class="smcap">Ode on the Tercentenary Commemoration of Shakespeare,<br /> -1916</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_023">23</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#THE_CHIVALRY_OF_THE_SEA"><span class="smcap">The Chivalry of the Sea</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_028">28</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#FOR_PAGES_INEDITES_Etc"><span class="smcap">For “Pages Inédites,” Etc.</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_030">30</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#GHELUVELT"><span class="smcap">Gheluvelt</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_030">30</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#THE_WEST_FRONT"><span class="smcap">The West Front</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_031">31</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#TO_THE_UNITED_STATES_OF_AMERICA"><span class="smcap">To the United States of America</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_033">33</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#TRAFALGAR_SQUARE"><span class="smcap">Trafalgar Square</span></a><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_xii" id="page_xii"></a>{xii}</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_034">34</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#CHRISTMAS_EVE_1917"><span class="smcap">Christmas Eve, 1917</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_036">36</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#TO_THE_PRESIDENT_OF_THE_UNITED_STATES_OF_AMERICA"><span class="smcap">To the President of the United States of America</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_038">38</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#OUR_PRISONERS_OF_WAR_IN_GERMANY"><span class="smcap">Our Prisoners of War in Germany</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_039">39</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#HARVEST-HOME"><span class="smcap">Harvest-Home</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_040">40</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#TO_AUSTRALIA"><span class="smcap">To Australia</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_042">42</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#THE_EXCELLENT_WAY"><span class="smcap">The Excellent Way</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_043">43</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#ENGLAND_TO_INDIA"><span class="smcap">England to India</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_045">45</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#BRITANNIA_VICTRIX"><span class="smcap">Britannia Victrix</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_047">47</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#DER_TAG_NELSON_AND_BEATTY"><span class="smcap">Der Tag: Nelson and Beatty</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_051">51</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#TO_BURNS"><span class="smcap">To Burns</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_056">56</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#POOR_CHILD"><span class="smcap">Poor Child</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_057">57</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#TO_PERCY_BUCK"><span class="smcap">To Percy Buck</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_058">58</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#TO_HARRY_ELLIS_WOOLDRIDGE"><span class="smcap">To Harry Ellis Wooldridge</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_059">59</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#FORTUNATUS_NIMIUM"><span class="smcap">Fortunatus Nimium</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_060">60</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#DEMOCRITUS"><span class="smcap">Democritus</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_062">62</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="hang"><a href="#NOTES"><span class="smcap">Notes</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_063">63</a></td></tr> -</table> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_001" id="page_001"></a>{1}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="OCTOBER" id="OCTOBER"></a>OCTOBER.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">April</span> adance in play<br /></span> -<span class="i2">met with his lover May<br /></span> -<span class="i2">where she came garlanded.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The blossoming boughs o’erhead<br /></span> -<span class="i2">were thrill’d to bursting by<br /></span> -<span class="i2">the dazzle from the sky<br /></span> -<span class="i2">and the wild music there<br /></span> -<span class="i2">that shook the odorous air.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Each moment some new birth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">hasten’d to deck the earth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">in the gay sunbeams.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Between their kisses dreams:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And dream and kiss were rife<br /></span> -<span class="i2">with laughter of mortal life.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But this late day of golden fall<br /></span> -<span class="i2">is still as a picture upon a wall<br /></span> -<span class="i2">or a poem in a book lying open unread.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or whatever else is shrined<br /></span> -<span class="i0">when the Virgin hath vanishèd:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Footsteps of eternal Mind<br /></span> -<span class="i2">on the path of the dead.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_002" id="page_002"></a>{2}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_FLOWERING_TREE" id="THE_FLOWERING_TREE"></a>THE FLOWERING TREE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">What</span> Fairy fann’d my dreams<br /></span> -<span class="i4">while I slept in the sun?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if a flowering tree<br /></span> -<span class="i4">were standing over me:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its young stem strong and lithe<br /></span> -<span class="i4">went branching overhead<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And willowy sprays around<br /></span> -<span class="i4">fell tasseling to the ground<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All with wild blossom gay<br /></span> -<span class="i4">as is the cherry in May<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When her fresh flaunt of leaf<br /></span> -<span class="i4">gives crowns of golden green.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sunlight was enmesh’d<br /></span> -<span class="i4">in the shifting splendour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I saw through on high<br /></span> -<span class="i4">to soft lakes of blue sky:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ne’er was mortal slumber<br /></span> -<span class="i4">so lapt in luxury.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_003" id="page_003"></a>{3}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Rather—Endymion—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">would I sleep in the sun<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Neath the trees divinely<br /></span> -<span class="i4">with day’s azure above<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When my love of Beauty<br /></span> -<span class="i4">is met by beauty’s love.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So I slept enchanted<br /></span> -<span class="i4">under my loving tree<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till from his late resting<br /></span> -<span class="i4">the sweet songster of night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rousing awaken’d me:<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Then! this—the birdis note—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was the voice of thy throat<br /></span> -<span class="i4">which thou gav’st me to kiss.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_004" id="page_004"></a>{4}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="NOEL_CHRISTMAS_EVE_1913" id="NOEL_CHRISTMAS_EVE_1913"></a>NOEL: CHRISTMAS EVE, 1913.<br /><br /> -<small><i>Pax hominibus bonæ voluntatis.</i></small></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A <span class="smcap">frosty</span> Christmas Eve<br /></span> -<span class="i2">when the stars were shining<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fared I forth alone<br /></span> -<span class="i2">where westward falls the hill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from many a village<br /></span> -<span class="i2">in the water’d valley<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Distant music reach’d me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">peals of bells aringing:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The constellated sounds<br /></span> -<span class="i2">ran sprinkling on earth’s floor<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the dark vault above<br /></span> -<span class="i2">with stars was spangled o’er.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then sped my thought to keep<br /></span> -<span class="i2">that first Christmas of all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the shepherds watching<br /></span> -<span class="i2">by their folds ere the dawn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heard music in the fields<br /></span> -<span class="i2">and marveling could not tell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whether it were angels<br /></span> -<span class="i2">or the bright stars singing.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_005" id="page_005"></a>{5}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now blessed be the tow’rs<br /></span> -<span class="i2">that crown England so fair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That stand up strong in prayer<br /></span> -<span class="i2">unto God for our souls:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blessed be their founders<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(said I) an’ our country folk<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who are ringing for Christ<br /></span> -<span class="i2">in the belfries to-night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With arms lifted to clutch<br /></span> -<span class="i2">the rattling ropes that race<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into the dark above<br /></span> -<span class="i2">and the mad romping din.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But to me heard afar<br /></span> -<span class="i2">it was starry music<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Angels’ song, comforting<br /></span> -<span class="i2">as the comfort of Christ<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When he spake tenderly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">to his sorrowful flock:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The old words came to me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">by the riches of time<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mellow’d and transfigured<br /></span> -<span class="i2">as I stood on the hill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heark’ning in the aspect<br /></span> -<span class="i2">of th’ eternal silence.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_006" id="page_006"></a>{6}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="IN_DER_FREMDE" id="IN_DER_FREMDE"></a>IN DER FREMDE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Ah</span>! wild-hearted wand’rer<br /></span> -<span class="i2">far in the world away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Restless nor knowest why<br /></span> -<span class="i2">only thou canst not stay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now turnest trembling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">hearing the wind to sigh:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas thy lover calling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">whom thou didst leave forby.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So faint and yet so far<br /></span> -<span class="i2">so far and yet so fain—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Return belov’d to me”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">but thou must onward strain:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy trembling is in vain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">as thy wand’ring shall be.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What so well thou lovest<br /></span> -<span class="i2">thou nevermore shalt see.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_007" id="page_007"></a>{7}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_PHILOSOPHER_AND_HIS_MISTRESS" id="THE_PHILOSOPHER_AND_HIS_MISTRESS"></a>THE PHILOSOPHER AND HIS MISTRESS.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">We</span> watch’d the wintry moon<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Suffer her full eclipse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Riding at night’s high noon<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beyond the earth’s ellipse.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The conquering shadow quell’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her splendour in its robe:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And darkling we beheld<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A dim and lurid globe;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet felt thereat no dread,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor waited we to see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sullen dragon fled,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The heav’nly Queen go free.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So if my heart of pain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">One hour o’ershadow thine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I fear for thee no stain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou wilt come forth and shine:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And far my sorrowing shade<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Will slip to empty space<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Invisible, but made<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Happier for that embrace.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_008" id="page_008"></a>{8}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="NARCISSUS" id="NARCISSUS"></a>NARCISSUS.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Almighty</span> wondrous everlasting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whether in a cradle of astral whirlfire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or globed in a piercing star thou slumb’rest<br /></span> -<span class="i6">The impassive body of God:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou deep i’ the core of earth—Almighty!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From numbing stress and gloom profound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Madest escape in life desirous<br /></span> -<span class="i6">To embroider her thin-spun robe.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas down in a wood—they tell—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a running water thou sawest thyself<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or leaning over a pool: The sedges<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Were twinn’d at the mirror’s brim<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sky was there and the trees—Almighty!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A bird of a bird and white clouds floating<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And seeing thou knewest thine own image<br /></span> -<span class="i6">To love it beyond all else.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then wondering didst thou speak<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of beauty and wisdom of art and worship<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Didst build the fanes of Zeus and Apollo<br /></span> -<span class="i6">The high cathedrals of Christ.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_009" id="page_009"></a>{9}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All that we love is thine—Almighty!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heart-felt music and lyric song<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Language the eager grasp of knowledge<br /></span> -<span class="i6">All that we think is thine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But whence?—Beauteous everlasting!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whence and whither? Hast thou mistaken?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or dost forget? Look again! Thou seest<br /></span> -<span class="i6">A shadow and not thyself.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_010" id="page_010"></a>{10}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="OUR_LADY" id="OUR_LADY"></a>OUR LADY.</h2> - -<h3>I.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Goddess</span> azure-mantled and aureoled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That standing barefoot upon the moon<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Or throned as a Queen of the earth<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Tranquilly smilest to hold<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The Child-god in thine arms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whence thy glory? Art not she<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The country maiden of Galilee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Simple in dowerless poverty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who from humble cradle to grave<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Hadst no thought of this wonder?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">When to man dull of heart<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Dawn’d at length graciously<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Thy might of Motherhood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The starry Truth beam’d on his home;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then with insight exalted he gave thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The trappings—Lady—wherewith his art<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Delighteth to picture his spirit to sense<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And that grace is immortal.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_011" id="page_011"></a>{11}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Fount of creative Love<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Mother of the Word eternal<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Atoning man with God:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who set thee apart as a garden enclosed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Nature’s all-producing wilds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To rear the richest fruit o’ the Life<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ever continuing out from Him<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Urgent since the beginning.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Behold</span>! Man setteth thine image in the height of Heaven<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hallowing his untemper’d love<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Crowneth and throneth thee ador’d<br /></span> -<span class="i4">(Tranquilly joyous to hold<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The man-child in thine arms)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">God-like apart from conflict to save thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To guard thy weak caressive beauty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With incontaminate jewels of soul<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Courage, patience, and self-devotion:<br /></span> -<span class="i4">All this glory he gave thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Secret and slow is Nature<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Imperceptibly moving<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With surely determinate aim:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To woman it fell to be early in prime<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_012" id="page_012"></a>{12}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ready to labour, mould, and cherish<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The delicate head of all Production<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wistful late-maturing boy<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Who made Knowing of Being.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Therefore art thou ador’d<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Mother of God in man<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Naturing nurse of power:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They who adore not thee shall perish<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But thou shalt keep thy path of joy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Envied of Angels because the All-father<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Call’d thee to mother his nascent Word<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And complete the creation.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_013" id="page_013"></a>{13}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_CURFEW_TOWER" id="THE_CURFEW_TOWER"></a>THE CURFEW TOWER.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Thro</span>’ innocent eyes at the world awond’ring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nothing spake to me more superbly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than the round bastion of Windsor’s wall<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That warding the Castle’s southern angle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An old inheritor of Norman prowess<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was call’d by the folk the Curfew Tow’r.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Above the masonry’s rugged courses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A turreted clock of Caroline fashion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Told time to the town in black and gold.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It charmed the hearts of Henry’s scholars<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As kingly a mentor of English story<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As Homer’s poem is of Ilion:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nor e’er in the landscape look’d it fairer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than when we saw its white bulk halo’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a lattice of slender scaffoldings.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_014" id="page_014"></a>{14}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Month by month on the airy platforms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Workmen labour’d hacking and hoisting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till again the tower was stript to the sun:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The old tow’r? Nay a new tow’r stood there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From footing to battlemented skyline<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And topt with a cap the slice of a cone<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Archæologic and counterfeited<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The smoothest thing in all the high-street<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As Eton scholars to-day may see:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They—wherever else they find their wonder<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And feed their boyhood on Time’s enchantment—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See never the Tow’r that spoke to me.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_015" id="page_015"></a>{15}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="FLYCATCHERS" id="FLYCATCHERS"></a>FLYCATCHERS.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Sweet</span> pretty fledgelings, perched on the rail arow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Expectantly happy, where ye can watch below<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your parents a-hunting i’ the meadow grasses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the gay morning to feed you with flies;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ye recall me a time sixty summers ago,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When, a young chubby chap, I sat just so<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With others on a school-form rank’d in a row,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not less eager and hungry than you, I trow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With intelligences agape and eyes aglow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While an authoritative old wise-acre<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stood over us and from a desk fed us with flies.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Dead flies—such as litter the library south-window,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That buzzed at the panes until they fell stiff-baked on the sill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or are roll’d up asleep i’ the blinds at sunrise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or wafer’d flat in a shrunken folio.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">A dry biped he was, nurtured likewise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On skins and skeletons, stale from top to toe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all manner of rubbish and all manner of lies.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_016" id="page_016"></a>{16}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="GHOSTS" id="GHOSTS"></a>GHOSTS.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Mazing</span> around my mind like moths at a shaded candle,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In my heart like lost bats in a cave fluttering,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mock ye the charm whereby I thought reverently to lay you,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When to the wall I nail’d your reticent effigys?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="GREEK" id="GREEK"></a>Έτώσιον ἄχθος ἀρούρης</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Who</span> goes there? God knows. I’m nobody. How should I answer?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Can’t jump over a gate nor run across the meadow.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’m but an old whitebeard of inane identity. Pass on!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What’s left of me to-day will very soon be nothing.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_017" id="page_017"></a>{17}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="HELL_AND_HATE" id="HELL_AND_HATE"></a>HELL AND HATE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Two demons thrust their arms out over the world,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hell with a ruddy torch of fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And Hate with gasping mouth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Striving to seize two children fair<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who play’d on the upper curve of the Earth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Their shapes were vast as the thoughts of man,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But the Earth was small<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As the moon’s rim appeareth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Scann’d through an optic glass.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The younger child stood erect on the Earth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As a charioteer in a car<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or a dancer with arm upraised;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her whole form—barely clad<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From feet to golden head—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leapt brightly against the uttermost azure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whereon the stars were splashes of light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dazed in the gulfing beds of space.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_018" id="page_018"></a>{18}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The elder might have been stell’d to show<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lady who led my boyish love;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But her face was graver than e’er to me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When I look’d in her eyes long ago,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the hair on her shoulders fal’n<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nested its luminous brown<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I’ the downy spring of her wings:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her figure aneath was screen’d by the Earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whereoff—so small that was<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No footing for her could be—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She appeared to be sailing free<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ the glide and poise of her flight.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then knew I the Angel Faith,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who was guarding human Love.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Happy were both, of peaceful mien,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Contented as mankind longeth to be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not merry as children are;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And show’d no fear of the Fiends’ pursuit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As ever those demons clutched in vain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I, who had fear’d awhile to see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such gentleness in such jeopardy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lost fear myself; for I saw the foes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were slipping aback and had no hold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the round Earth that sped its course.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_019" id="page_019"></a>{19}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The painted figures never could move,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But the artist’s mind was there:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The longer I look’d the more I knew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They were falling, falling away below<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the darkness out of sight.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p class="indd"><i>December 16, 1913.</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_020" id="page_020"></a>{20}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="WAKE_UP_ENGLANDA" id="WAKE_UP_ENGLANDA"></a>“WAKE UP, ENGLAND!”<a name="FNanchor_A_1" id="FNanchor_A_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Thou</span> careless, awake!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou peacemaker, fight!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stand England for honour<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And God guard the Right!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thy mirth lay aside,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy cavil and play;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fiend is upon thee<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And grave is the day.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="iast">* * *<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Through fire, air and water<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy trial must be;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But they that love life best<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Die gladly for thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="iast">* * *<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Much suffering shall cleanse thee<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But thou through the flood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shalt win to salvation,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To beauty through blood.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_021" id="page_021"></a>{21}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Up, careless, awake!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ye peacemakers, fight!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stand England for honour,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And God guard the Right!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p class="indd"><i>August, 1914.</i></p> - -<div class="footnote"><p class="c"><a name="Footnote_A_1" id="Footnote_A_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_1"><span class="label">[A]</span></a> <a href="#NOTES">See notes at end of volume.</a></p></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_022" id="page_022"></a>{22}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="LORD_KITCHENER" id="LORD_KITCHENER"></a>LORD KITCHENER.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Unflinching</span> hero, watchful to foresee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And face thy country’s peril wheresoe’er,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Directing war and peace with equal care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till by long toil ennobled thou wert he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom England call’d and bade “Set my arm free<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To obey my will and save my honour fair”—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What day the foe presumed on her despair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she herself had trust in none but thee:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Among Herculean deeds the miracle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That mass’d the labour of ten years in one<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall be thy monument. Thy work is done<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere we could thank thee; and the high sea-swell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Surgeth unheeding where thy proud ship fell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the lone Orkneys, at the set of sun.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_023" id="page_023"></a>{23}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="ODE_ON_THE_TERCENTENARY_COMMEMORATION_OF_SHAKESPEARE_1916" id="ODE_ON_THE_TERCENTENARY_COMMEMORATION_OF_SHAKESPEARE_1916"></a>ODE ON THE TERCENTENARY COMMEMORATION OF SHAKESPEARE, 1916.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Kind</span> dove-wing’d Peace, for whose green olive-crown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The noblest kings would give their diadems,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Mother who hast ruled our home so long,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">How suddenly art thou fled!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Leaving our cities astir with war;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And yet on the fair fields deserted<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lingerest, wherever the gaudy seasons<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Deck with excessive splendour<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The sorrow-stricken year,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where cornlands bask and high elms rustle gently,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And still the unweeting birds sing on by brae and bourn.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">The trumpet blareth and calleth the true to be stern<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Be then thy soft reposeful music dumb;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Yet shall thy lovers awhile give ear<br /></span> -<span class="i4">—Tho’ in war’s garb they come—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To the praise of England’s gentlest son;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Whom when she bore the Muses lov’d<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Above the best of eldest honour<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_024" id="page_024"></a>{24}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i4">—Yea, save one without peer—<br /></span> -<span class="i6">And by great Homer set,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not to impugn his undisputed throne,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The myriad-hearted by the mighty-hearted one.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">For God of His gifts pour’d on him a full measure,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And gave him to know Nature and the ways of men:<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To dower with inexhaustible treasure<br /></span> -<span class="i6">A world-conquering speech,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Which surg’d as a river high-descended<br /></span> -<span class="i4">That gathering tributaries of many lands<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Rolls through the plain a bounteous flood,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Picturing towers and temples<br /></span> -<span class="i6">And ruin of bygone times,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And floateth the ships deep-laden with merchandise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out on the windy seas to traffic in foreign climes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Thee <span class="smcap">Shakespeare</span> to-day we honour; and evermore,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Since England bore thee, the master of human song,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Thy folk are we, children of thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Who knitting in one her realm<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And strengthening with pride her sea-borne clans,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Scorn’st in the grave the bruize of death.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">All thy later-laurel’d choir<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Laud thee in thy world-shrine:<br /></span> -<span class="i6">London’s laughter is thine;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">One with thee is our temper in melancholy or might,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in thy book Great-Britain’s rule readeth her right.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_025" id="page_025"></a>{25}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Her chains are chains of Freedom, and her bright arms<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Honour Justice and Truth and Love to man.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Though first from a pirate ancestry<br /></span> -<span class="i6">She took her home on the wave,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Her gentler spirit arose disdainful,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And smiting the fetters of slavery<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Made the high seaways safe and free,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">In wisdom bidding aloud<br /></span> -<span class="i6">To world-wide brotherhood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till her flag was hail’d as the ensign of Liberty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the boom of her guns went round the earth in salvos of peace.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">And thou, when Nature bow’d her mastering hand<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To borrow an ecstasy of man’s art from thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Thou her poet secure as she<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Of the shows of eternity,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Didst never fear thy work should fall<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To fashion’s craze nor pedant’s folly<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Nor devastator whose arrogant arms<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Murder and maim mankind;<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Who when in scorn of grace<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He hath batter’d and burn’d some loveliest dearest shrine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Laugheth in ire and boasteth aloud his brazen god.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="iast">* * * * *<br /></span> - -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_026" id="page_026"></a>{26}</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">I <span class="smcap">saw</span> the Angel of Earth from strife aloof<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Mounting the heavenly stair with Time on high,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Growing ever younger in the brightening air<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Of the everlasting dawn:<br /></span> -<span class="i4">It was not terror in his eyes nor wonder,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">That glance of the intimate exaltation<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Which lieth as Power under all Being,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">And broodeth in Thought above,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">As a bird wingeth over the ocean,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whether indolently the heavy water sleepeth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or is dash’d in a million waves, chafing or lightly laughing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">I hear his voice in the music of lamentation,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In echoing chant and cadenced litany,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">In country song and pastoral piping<br /></span> -<span class="i6">And silvery dances of mirth:<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And oft, as the eyes of a lion in the brake,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">His presence hath startled me,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">In austere shapes of beauty lurking,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Beautiful for Beauty’s sake;<br /></span> -<span class="i6">As a lonely blade of life<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ariseth to flower whensoever the unseen Will<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stirreth with kindling aim the dark fecundity of Being.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Man knoweth but as in a dream of his own desire<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The thing that is good for man, and he dreameth well:<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_027" id="page_027"></a>{27}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i4">But the lot of the gentle heart is hard<br /></span> -<span class="i6">That is cast in an epoch of life,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">When evil is knotted and demons fight,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Who know not, they, that the lowest lot<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Is treachery hate and trust in sin<br /></span> -<span class="i6">And perseverance in ill,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Doom’d to oblivious Hell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To pass with the shames unspoken of men away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wash’d out with their tombs by the grey unpitying tears of Heaven.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">But ye, dear Youth, who lightly in the day of fury<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Put on England’s glory as a common coat,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And in your stature of masking grace<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Stood forth warriors complete,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">No praise o’ershadoweth yours to-day,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Walking out of the home of love<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To match the deeds of all the dead.—<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Alas! alas! fair Peace,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">These were thy blossoming roses.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Look on thy shame, fair Peace, thy tearful shame!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Turn to thine isle, fair Peace; return thou and guard it well!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_028" id="page_028"></a>{28}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_CHIVALRY_OF_THE_SEA" id="THE_CHIVALRY_OF_THE_SEA"></a>THE CHIVALRY OF THE SEA.<br /><br /> -<small>DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF CHARLES FISHER, LATE<br /> STUDENT OF CHRIST CHURCH, OXFORD, LOST<br /> IN THE “INVINCIBLE.”</small></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Over</span> the warring waters, beneath the wandering skies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The heart of Britain roameth, the Chivalry of the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Spring never bringeth a flower, nor bird singeth in a tree;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far, afar, O beloved, beyond the sight of our eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the warring waters, beneath the stormy skies.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Staunch and valiant-hearted, to whom our toil were play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye man with armour’d patience the bulwarks night and day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or on your iron coursers plough shuddering through the Bay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or neath the deluge drive the skirmishing sharks of war:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Venturous boys who leapt on the pinnace and row’d from shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A mother’s tear in the eye, a swift farewell to say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a great glory at heart that none can take away.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_029" id="page_029"></a>{29}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Seldom is your home-coming; for aye your pennon flies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In unrecorded exploits on the tumultuous wave;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till, in the storm of battle, fast-thundering upon the foe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye add your kindred names to the heroes of long-ago,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mid the blasting wrack, in the glad sudden death of the brave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye are gone to return no more.—Idly our tears arise;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too proud for praise as ye lie in your unvisited grave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wide-warring water, under the starry skies.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_030" id="page_030"></a>{30}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="FOR_PAGES_INEDITES_Etc" id="FOR_PAGES_INEDITES_Etc"></a>FOR “PAGES INÉDITES,” E<span class="smcap">tc.</span><br /><br /> -<small><i>April, 1916.</i></small></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">By</span> our dear sons’ graves, fair France, thou’rt now to us, endear’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Since no more as of old stand th’ English against thee in fight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But rallying to defend thee they die guarding thy beauty<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From blind envious Hate and Perfidy leagued with Might.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="GHELUVELT" id="GHELUVELT"></a>GHELUVELT.<br /><br /> -<small>EPITAPH ON THE WORCESTERS. OCTOBER 31, 1914.</small></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Askest</span> thou of these graves? They’ll tell thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">O stranger, in England<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How we Worcesters lie where we redeem’d the battle.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_031" id="page_031"></a>{31}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_WEST_FRONT" id="THE_WEST_FRONT"></a>THE WEST FRONT.<br /><br /> -<small>AN ENGLISH MOTHER, ON LOOKING INTO MASEFIELD’S “OLD FRONT LINE.”</small></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No country know I so well<br /></span> -<span class="i2">as this landscape of hell.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why bring you to my pain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">these shadow’d effigys<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of barb’d wire, riven trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">the corpse-strewn blasted plain?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the names—Hebuterne<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bethune and La Bassée—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have nothing to learn—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Contalmaison, Boisselle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And one where night and day<br /></span> -<span class="i2">my heart would pray and dwell;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A desert sanctuary,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">where in holy vigil<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Year-long I have held my faith<br /></span> -<span class="i2">against th’ imaginings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of horror and agony<br /></span> -<span class="i2">in an ordeal above<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_032" id="page_032"></a>{32}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The tears of suffering<br /></span> -<span class="i2">and took aid of angels:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This was the temple of God:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">no mortuary of kings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ever gathered the spoils<br /></span> -<span class="i2">of such chivalry and love:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No pilgrim shrine soe’er<br /></span> -<span class="i2">hath assembled such prayer—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With rich incense-wafted<br /></span> -<span class="i2">ritual and requiem<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not beauteous batter’d Rheims<br /></span> -<span class="i2">nor lorn Jerusalem.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_033" id="page_033"></a>{33}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="TO_THE_UNITED_STATES_OF_AMERICA" id="TO_THE_UNITED_STATES_OF_AMERICA"></a>TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA<br /><br /> -<small><i>April, 1917.</i></small></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Brothers in blood! They who this wrong began<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To wreck our commonwealth, will rue the day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When first they challenged freemen to the fray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with the Briton dared the American.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now are we pledged to win the Rights of man;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Labour and justice now shall have their way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in a League of Peace—God grant we may—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Transform the earth, not patch up the old plan.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Sure is our hope since he, who led your nation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spake for mankind; and ye arose in awe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of that high call to work the world’s salvation;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Clearing your minds of all estranging blindness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the vision of Beauty, and the Spirit’s law,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Freedom and Honour and sweet Loving-kindness.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_034" id="page_034"></a>{34}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="TRAFALGAR_SQUARE" id="TRAFALGAR_SQUARE"></a>TRAFALGAR SQUARE<br /><br /> -<small><i>September, 1917.</i></small></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Fool</span> that I was: my heart was sore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yea sick for the myriad wounded men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The maim’d in the war: I had grief for each one:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I came in the gay September sun<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the open smile of Trafalgar Square;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where many a lad with a limb fordone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Loll’d by the lion-guarded column<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That holdeth Nelson statued thereon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upright in the air.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">The Parliament towers and the Abbey towers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The white Horseguards and grey Whitehall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He looketh on all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Past Somerset House and the river’s bend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the pillar’d dome of St. Paul,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That slumbers confessing God’s solemn blessing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On England’s glory, to keep it ours—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While children true her prowess renew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And throng from the ends of the earth to defend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Freedom and honour—till Earth shall end.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_035" id="page_035"></a>{35}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">The gentle unjealous Shakespeare, I trow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In his country tomb of peaceful fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must feel exiled from life and glow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If he think of this man with his warrior claim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who looketh o’er London as if ’twere his own,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As he standeth in stone, aloft and alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sailing the sky with one arm and one eye.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_036" id="page_036"></a>{36}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="CHRISTMAS_EVE_1917" id="CHRISTMAS_EVE_1917"></a>CHRISTMAS EVE, 1917</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Many happy returns, sweet Babe, of the day!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Didst not thou sow good seed in the world, thy field?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cam’st thou to save the poor? Thy poor yet pine.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thousands to-day suffer death-pangs like thine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our jewels of life are spilt on the ground as dross;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ten thousand mothers stand beneath the cross.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Peace to men of goodwill</i> was the angels’ song:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now there is fiercer war, worse filth and wrong.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If thou didst sow good seed, is this the yield?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall not thy folk be quell’d in dead dismay?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Nay, with a larger hope we are fed and heal’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than e’er was reveal’d to the saints who died so strong;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For while men slept the seed had quicken’d unseen.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">England is as a field whereon the corn is green.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Of trial and dark tribulation this vision is born—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Britain as a field green with the springing corn.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While we slumber’d the seed was growing unseen.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Happy returns of the day, dear Babe, we say.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_037" id="page_037"></a>{37}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2"><span class="smcap">England</span> has buried her sins with her fathers’ bones.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou shalt be throned on the ruin of kingly thrones.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wish of thine heart is rooted in carnal mind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For good seed didst thou sow in the world thy field:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It shall ripen in gold and harvest an hundredfold.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peace shall come as a flood upon all mankind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love shall comfort and succour the poor that are pined.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Wherever our gentle children are wander’d and sped,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Simple apostles thine of the world to come,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They carried the living seed of the living Bread.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The angel-song and the gospel of Christendom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That while the nation slept was springing unseen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">So tho’ we be sorely stricken we feel no dread:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our thousand sons suffer death-pangs like thine:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It shall ripen in gold and harvest an hundredfold:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peace and Love shall hallow our care and teen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall bind in fellowship all the folk of the earth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To kneel at thy cradle, Babe, and bless thy birth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Ring we the bells up and down in country and town,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And keep the old feast unholpen of preacher or priest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wishing thee happy returns, and thy Mother May,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ever happier and happier returns, dear <span class="smcap">Christ</span>, of thy day!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_038" id="page_038"></a>{38}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="TO_THE_PRESIDENT_OF_THE_UNITED_STATES_OF_AMERICA" id="TO_THE_PRESIDENT_OF_THE_UNITED_STATES_OF_AMERICA"></a>TO THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA<br /><br /> -<small><i>August, 1918.</i></small></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">See</span> England’s stalwart daughter, who made emprise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Gainst her own mother, freeborn of the free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who slew her sons for her slaves’ liberty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See for mankind her majesty arise!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From her new world her unattainted eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Espy deliverance, and her bold decree<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Speaks for Great Britain’s wide confederacy:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The folk shall rule, if only they be wise.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ambition, hate, revenge, the secret sway<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of priest and kingcraft shall be done away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By faith in beauty, chivalry and good.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One God made all, and will all wrongs forgive<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save their hell-heart who stab man’s hope to live<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In mutual freedom, peace and brotherhood.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_039" id="page_039"></a>{39}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="OUR_PRISONERS_OF_WAR_IN_GERMANY" id="OUR_PRISONERS_OF_WAR_IN_GERMANY"></a>OUR PRISONERS OF WAR IN GERMANY<br /><br /> -<small><i>October, 1918.</i></small></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Prisoners</span> to a foe inhuman, Oh! but our hearts rebel:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Defenceless victims ye are, in claws of spite a prey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Conquering your torturers, enduring night and day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Malice, year-long drawn out your noble spirits to quell.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fearsomer than death this rack they ranged, and reckon’d well<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twould harrow our homes, and plied, such devilish aim had they,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That England roused to rage should wrong with wrong repay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And smirch her envied honour in deeds unspeakable.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nor trouble we just Heaven that quick revenge be done<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On Satan’s chamberlains highseated in Berlin;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their reek floats round the world on all lands ’neath the sun:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tho’ in craven Germany was no man found, not one<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With spirit enough to cry Shame!—Nay, but on such sin<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_040" id="page_040"></a>{40}</span> Follows Perdition eternal ... and it has begun.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="HARVEST-HOME" id="HARVEST-HOME"></a>HARVEST-HOME<br /><br /> -<small>VERSES TO THE AMERICANS ON THEIR THANKSGIVING DAY, CELEBRATED IN ENGLAND NOVEMBER 28, 1918.</small></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A <span class="smcap">toast</span> for West and East<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Drink on this Thursday feast<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Last in November,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The year when Albion’s lands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Across the sea join hands—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Drink and remember!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nineteen-eighteen fulfill’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The kindly purpose will’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By the Ever-living,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When first in hope upstay’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Pilgrim Fathers made<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Harvest thanksgiving.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And since the seed bore fruit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which they went forth to root<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the wildernesses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye now return to find<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Rose that they resigned<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With their distresses.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_041" id="page_041"></a>{41}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas when the wide world o’er,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whatever peaceful shore<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Britons inherit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Britons claim’d right of birth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fought hell in the mirth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Shakespeare’s spirit.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then your true heart was stirr’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your arm raised, and your word<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Went forth, forecasting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the great war should cease<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In British bonds of peace,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Peace everlasting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>The good God bless this day,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And we for ever and aye</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Keep our love living,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Till all men ’neath heaven’s dome</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Sing Freedom’s Harvest-home</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>In one Thanksgiving!</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_042" id="page_042"></a>{42}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="TO_AUSTRALIA" id="TO_AUSTRALIA"></a>TO AUSTRALIA<br /><br /> -<small>WITH THE WOUNDED AND THE SURVIVORS OF 1914 RETURNING HOME IN AUTUMN, 1918.</small></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A <span class="smcap">loving</span> message at Christmastide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sent round the world to the underside<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A-sail in the ship that across the foam<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Carries the wounded Aussies home,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who rallied at War’s far-thundering call,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When England stood with her back to the wall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To fight for Freedom, that ne’er shall die<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So long as on earth the old flag fly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">O hearts so loving, eager and bold—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose praise hath claim to be writ on the sky<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In letters of gold, of fire and gold—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never shall prouder tale be told,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than how ye fought as the knights of old<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Against the heathen in Turkye<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Flanders Artois and Picardie:”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But above all triumph that else ye have won<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This is the goodliest deed ye have done,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To have seal’d with blood in a desperate day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The love-bond that binds us for ever and aye.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p class="indd"><i>September, 1918.</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_043" id="page_043"></a>{43}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_EXCELLENT_WAY" id="THE_EXCELLENT_WAY"></a>THE EXCELLENT WAY</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Man’s</span> mind that hath this earth for home<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath too its far-spread starry dome<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where thought is lost in going free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prison’d but by infinity.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He first in slumbrous babyhood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Took conscience of his heavenly good;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then with his sins grown up to youth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wept at the vision of God’s truth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Soon in his heart new hopes awoke<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As poet sang or prophet spoke:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Temples arose and stone he taught<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To stand agaze in trancèd thought:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He won the trembling air to tell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of far passions ineffable,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Feeding the hungry things of sense<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With instincts of omniscience,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Immortal modes that should abide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cherish’d by love and pious pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That unborn children might inherit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The triumph of his holy spirit,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_044" id="page_044"></a>{44}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Outbidding Nature, to entice<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her soul from her own Paradise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till her wild face had fallen to shame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had he not praised her in God’s name.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Alas! poor man, what blockish curse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would violate thy universe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To enchain thy freedom and entomb<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy pleasance in devouring gloom?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behold thy savage foes of yore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With woes of pestilence and war,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Siva and Moloch, Odin and Thor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rise from their graves to greet amain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The deeds that give them life again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Poor man, sunk deeper than thy slime<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In blood and hate, in terror and crime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou who wert lifted on the wings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of thy desire, the king of kings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In promise beyond ken sublime:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O thou man-soul, who mightest climb<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To heavenly happiness, whereof<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thine easy path were Mirth and Love!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p class="indd"><i>October, 1918.</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_045" id="page_045"></a>{45}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="ENGLAND_TO_INDIA" id="ENGLAND_TO_INDIA"></a>ENGLAND TO INDIA<br /><br /> -<small><i>Christmas, 1918.</i></small></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Beautiful</span> is man’s home: how fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wrapt in her robe of azurous air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Earth thro’ stress of ice and fire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Came on the path of God’s desire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Redeeming Chaos, to compose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Exquisite forms of lily and rose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With every creature a design<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of loveliness or craft divine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Searchable and unsearchable,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And each insect a miracle!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Truth is as Beauty unconfined:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Various as Nature is man’s Mind:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each race and tribe is as a flower<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Set in God’s garden with its dower<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of special instinct; and man’s grace<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Compact of all must all embrace.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">China and Ind, Hellas or France,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each hath its own inheritance;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_046" id="page_046"></a>{46}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And each to Truth’s rich market brings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its bright divine imaginings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In rival tribute to surprise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The world with native merchandise.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor least in worth nor last in years<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of artists, poets, saints and seers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">England, in her far northern sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fashion’d the jewel of Liberty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fetch’d from the shore of Palestine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Land of the Lily and mystic Vine).<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where once in the everlasting dawn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Christ’s Love-star flamed, that heavenly sign<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whereto all nations shall be drawn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unfabled Magi, and uplift<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each to Love’s cradle his own gift.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Thou who canst dream and understand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dost thou not dream for thine own land<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This dream of Truth, and contemplate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That happier world, Love’s free Estate?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Say, didst thou dream, O Sister fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How hand in hand we entered there?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_047" id="page_047"></a>{47}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="BRITANNIA_VICTRIX" id="BRITANNIA_VICTRIX"></a>BRITANNIA VICTRIX</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Careless</span> wast thou in thy pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Queen of seas and countries wide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glorying on thy peaceful throne:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can thy love thy sins atone?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What shall dreams of glory serve,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If thy sloth thy doom deserve,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the strong relentless foe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Storm thy gates to lay thee low?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Careless, ah! he saw thee leap<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mighty from thy startled sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heard afar thy challenge ring:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas the world’s awakening.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Welcome to thy children all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rallying to thee without call<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oversea, the sportive sons<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From thy vast dominions!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stern in onset or defence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Terrible in their confidence.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_048" id="page_048"></a>{48}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Dauntless wast thou, fair goddess,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Neath the cloud of thy distress;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fierce and mirthful wast thou seen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In thy toil and in thy teen;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While the nations looked to thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spent in worldwide agony.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Oft, throughout that long ordeal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dark with horror-stricken duty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nature on thy heart would steal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beckoning thee with heavenly beauty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heightening ever on thine isle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All her seasons’ tranquil smile;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till thy soul anew converted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Roaming o’er the fields deserted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By thy sorrow sanctified,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Found a place wherein to hide.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Soon fresh beauty lit thy face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then thou stood’st in Heaven’s high grace:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sudden in air on land and sea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swell’d the voice of victory.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Now when jubilant bells resound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thy sons come laurel-crown’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">After all thy years of woe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou no longer canst forgo,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now thy tears are loos’d to flow.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_049" id="page_049"></a>{49}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Land, dear land, whose sea-built shore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nurseth warriors evermore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Land, whence Freedom far and lone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Round the earth her speech has thrown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a planet’s luminous zone,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In thy strength and calm defiance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hold mankind in love’s alliance!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Beauteous art thou, but the foes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of thy beauty are not those<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who lie tangled and dismay’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fearless one, be yet afraid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lest thyself thyself condemn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the wrong that ruin’d them.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">God, who chose thee and upraised<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Mong the folk (His name be praised!),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proved thee then by chastisement<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Worthy of His high intent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, because thou could’st endure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saved thee free and purged thee pure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Won thee thus His grace to win,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For thy love forgave thy sin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For thy truth forgave thy pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Queen of seas and countries wide,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He who led thee still will guide.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_050" id="page_050"></a>{50}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Hark! thy sons, those spirits fresh<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dearly housed in dazzling flesh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy full brightening buds of strength,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere their day had any length<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crush’d, and fallen in torment sorest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hark! the sons whom thou deplorest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Call—I hear one call; he saith:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Mother, weep not for my death:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas to guard our home from hell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas to make thy joy I fell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Praising God, and all is well.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What if now thy heart should quail<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in peace our victory fail!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If low greed in guise of right<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should consume thy gather’d might,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thy power mankind to save<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fall and perish on our grave!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On my grave, whose legend be<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Fought with the brave and joyfully</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Died in faith of victory.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Follow on the way we won!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou hast found, not lost thy son.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p class="indd"><i>November 23, 1918.</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_051" id="page_051"></a>{51}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="DER_TAG_NELSON_AND_BEATTY" id="DER_TAG_NELSON_AND_BEATTY"></a>DER TAG: NELSON AND BEATTY<br /><br /> -<small>A BROADSHEET.</small></h2> - -<h3>1.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No doubt ’twas a truly Christian sight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the German ships came out of the Bight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But it can’t be said it was much of a fight<br /></span> -<span class="i4">That grey November morning;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wonderful day, the great Der Tag,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which Prussians had vow’d with unmannerly brag<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should see Old England lower her flag<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Some grey November morning.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>2.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The spirit of Nelson, that haunts the Fleet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had come whereabouts the ships must meet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But he fear’d there was some decoy or cheat<br /></span> -<span class="i4">That grey November morning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the enemy led by a British scout<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stole ’twixt our lines ... and never a shout<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or a signal; and never a gun spoke out<br /></span> -<span class="i4">That grey November morning.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_052" id="page_052"></a>{52}</span></p> - -<h3>3.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So he shaped his course to the Admiral’s ship,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Beatty stood with hand on hip<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Impassive, nor ever moved his lip<br /></span> -<span class="i4">That grey November morning;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And touching his shoulder he said: “My mate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Am I come too soon or am I too late?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is it friendly manœuvres or pageant of State<br /></span> -<span class="i4">This grey November morning?”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>4.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then Beatty said: “As Admiral here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the name of the King I bid you good cheer:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It’s not my fault that it looks so queer<br /></span> -<span class="i4">This grey November morning;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But there come the enemy all in queues;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They can fight well enough if only they choose;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Small blame to me if the fools refuse,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">This grey November morning.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>5.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“That’s Admiral Reuter, surrendering nine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Great Dreadnoughts, all first-rates of the line;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beyond, in the haze that veils the brine<br /></span> -<span class="i4">This grey November morning,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_053" id="page_053"></a>{53}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Loom five heavy Cruisers, and light ones four,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a tail of Destroyers, fifty or more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each squadron under its Commodore,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">This grey November morning.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>6.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The least of all those captive queens<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could have knock’d your whole navy to smithereens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And nothing said of the other machines,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">On a grey November morning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The aeroplanes and the submarines,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bombs, torpedoes, and Zeppelins,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their floating mines and their smoky screens,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Of a grey November morning.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>7.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“They’ll rage like bulls sans reason or rhyme,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And next day, as if ’twere a pantomime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They walk in like cows at milking-time,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">On a grey November morning.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We’re four years sick of the pestilent mob;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">—You’ve heard of our biblical <i>Battle in Gob</i>?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At times it was hardly a gentleman’s job<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Of a grey November morning.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_054" id="page_054"></a>{54}</span><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>8.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then Nelson said: “God bless my soul!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How things are changed in this age of coal;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the spittle it isn’t with you I’d condole<br /></span> -<span class="i4">This grey November morning.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By George! you’ve netted a monstrous catch:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You’ll be able to pen the best dispatch<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That ever an Admiral wrote under hatch<br /></span> -<span class="i4">On a grey November morning.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>9.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I like your looks and I like your name:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My heart goes out to the old fleet’s fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I’m pleased to find you so spry at the game<br /></span> -<span class="i4">This grey November morning.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your ships, tho’ I don’t half understand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their build, are stouter and better mann’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than anything I ever had in command<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Of a grey November morning.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>10.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then Beatty spoke: “Sir! none of my crew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All bravest of brave and truest of true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is thinking of me so much as of you<br /></span> -<span class="i4">This grey November morning.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_055" id="page_055"></a>{55}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Nelson replied: “Well, thanks f’ your chat.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forgive my intrusion! I take off my hat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And make you my bow ... we’ll leave it at that,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">This grey November morning.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_056" id="page_056"></a>{56}</span><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="TO_BURNS" id="TO_BURNS"></a>“TO BURNS”<br /><br /> -<small>TOAST FOR THE GREENOCK CLUB DINNER, JANUARY, 1914.</small></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To Burns! brave Scotia’s laurel’d son<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who drove his plough on Helicon—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who with his Doric rhyme erewhile<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Taught English bards to mend their style—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And by the humour of his pen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fairly befool’d auld Nickie-ben ...<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blithe Robbie Burns! we love thee well<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because thou wert so like thysel’,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in full cups with festive cheer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We toast thy fame from year to year.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_057" id="page_057"></a>{57}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="POOR_CHILD" id="POOR_CHILD"></a>POOR CHILD</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">On</span> a mournful day<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When my heart was lonely,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er and o’er my thought<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Conned but one thing only,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thinking how I lost<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wand’ring in the wild-wood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The companion self<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of my careless childhood.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How, poor child, it was<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I shall ne’er discover,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But ’twas just when he<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Grew to be thy lover,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With thine eyes of trust<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thy mirth, whereunder<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the world’s hope lay<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In thy heart of wonder.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now, beyond regrets<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And faint memories of thee.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saddest is, poor child,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That I cannot love thee.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_058" id="page_058"></a>{58}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="TO_PERCY_BUCK" id="TO_PERCY_BUCK"></a>TO PERCY BUCK</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Folk alien to the Muse have hemm’d us round<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fiends have suck’d our blood: our best delight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is poison’d, and the year’s infective blight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath made almost a silence of sweet sound.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But you, what fortune, Percy, have you found<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At Harrow? doth fair hope your toil requite?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Doth beauty win her praise and truth her right,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or hath the good seed fal’n on stony ground?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Ply the art ever nobly, single-soul’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like Brahms, or as you ruled in Wells erewhile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">—Nor yet the memory of that zeal is cold—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where lately I, who love the purer style,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enter’d, and felt your spirit as of old<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beside me, listening in the chancel-aisle.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p class="indd"><i>1904.</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_059" id="page_059"></a>{59}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="TO_HARRY_ELLIS_WOOLDRIDGE" id="TO_HARRY_ELLIS_WOOLDRIDGE"></a>TO HARRY ELLIS WOOLDRIDGE</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Love and the Muse have left their home, now bare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of memorable beauty, all is gone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dedicated charm of Yattendon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which thou wert apt, dear Hal, to build and share.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What noble shades are flitting, who while-ere<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Haunted the ivy’d walls, where time ran on<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In sanctities of joy by reverence won,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Music and choral grace and studies fair!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">These on some kindlier field may Fate restore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And may the old house prosper, dispossest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of her whose equal it can nevermore<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hold till it crumble: O nay! and the door<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will moulder ere it open on a guest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To match thee in thy wisdom and thy jest.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p class="indd"><i>October, 1905.</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_060" id="page_060"></a>{60}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="FORTUNATUS_NIMIUM" id="FORTUNATUS_NIMIUM"></a>FORTUNATUS NIMIUM</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I <span class="smcap">have</span> lain in the sun<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have toil’d as I might<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have thought as I would<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now it is night.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My bed full of sleep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My heart of content<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For friends that I met<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The way that I went.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I welcome fatigue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While frenzy and care<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like thin summer clouds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Go melting in air.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To dream as I may<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And awake when I will<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the song of the birds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the sun on the hill.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_061" id="page_061"></a>{61}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Or death—were it death—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To what should I wake<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who loved in my home<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All life for its sake?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What good have I wrought?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I laugh to have learned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That joy cannot come<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unless it be earned;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For a happier lot<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than God giveth me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It never hath been<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor ever shall be.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_062" id="page_062"></a>{62}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="DEMOCRITUS" id="DEMOCRITUS"></a>DEMOCRITUS</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Joy of your opulent atoms! wouldst thou dare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Say that Thought also of atoms self-became,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Waving to soul as light had the eye in aim;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so with things of bodily sense compare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those native notions that the heavens declare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Space and Time, Beauty and God—Praise we his name!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Real ideas, that on tongues of flame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From out mind’s cooling paste leapt unaware?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Thy spirit, Democritus, orb’d in the eterne<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Illimitable galaxy of night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shineth undimm’d where greater splendours burn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of sage and poet: by their influence bright<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We are held; and pouring from his quenchless urn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Christ with immortal love-beams laves the height.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p class="indd"><i>1919.</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_063" id="page_063"></a>{63}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="NOTES" id="NOTES"></a>NOTES</h2> - -<p><a href="#WAKE_UP_ENGLANDA"><span class="smcap">Poem 3.</span></a>—As the metre or scansion of this poem was publicly discussed -and wrongly analysed by some who admired its effects, it may be well to -explain that it and the three other poems in similar measure, “Flowering -Tree,” “In der Fremde,” “The West Front,” are strictly syllabic verse on -the model left by Milton in “Samson Agonistes”; except that his system, -which depended on exclusion of extra-metrical syllables (that is, -syllables which did not admit of resolution by “elision” into a -disyllabic scheme) from all places but the last, still admitted them in -that place, thereby forbidding inversion of the last foot. It is natural -to conclude that, had he pursued his inventions, his next step would -have been to get rid of this anomaly; and if that is done, the result is -the new rhythms that these poems exhibit. In this sort of prosody rhyme -is admitted, like alliteration, as an ornament at will; it is not -needed. My four experiments are confined to the twelve-syllable verse. -It is probably agreed that there are possibilities in that long six-foot -line which English poetry has not fully explored.</p> - -<p><a href="#HELL_AND_HATE"><span class="smcap">Poem 12</span></a>, “Hell and Hate.”—This poem was written December 16, 1913. It -is the description of a little picture hanging in my bedroom; it had -been painted for me<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_064" id="page_064"></a>{64}</span> as a New Year’s gift more than thirty years before, -and I described it partly because I never exactly knew what it meant. -When the war broke out I remembered my poem and sent it to <i>The Times</i>, -where it appeared in the Literary Supplement September 24, 1914.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Poem 13</span>, “Wake up, England!”—This motto is the King’s well-known call -to the country in 1901 at the Guildhall.</p> - -<p>The verses appeared in <i>The Times</i> on August 8, 1914. There were three -other stanzas, which are better omitted; and the last two lines, which -were printed in capitals and ran thus,</p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">England stands for honour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May God defend the right,<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p class="nind">were purposely set out of metre. In the second stanza the words “The -fiend” are what I originally wrote, and I think that the friends who -persuaded me to substitute “Thy foe” will no longer wish to protest.</p> - -<p class="c"> -BILLING AND SONS, LTD., PRINTERS, GUILDFORD, ENGLAND<br /> -</p> - -<hr class="full" /> - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of Project Gutenberg's October and Other Poems, by Robert Bridges - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK OCTOBER AND OTHER POEMS *** - -***** This file should be named 55031-h.htm or 55031-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/5/5/0/3/55031/ - -Produced by Larry B. 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