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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: A Gloucestershire Lad at Home and Abroad - -Author: F. W. (Frederick William) Harvey - -Release Date: August 22, 2021 [eBook #66108] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -Produced by: D A Alexander, David E. Brown, and the Online Distributed - Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was - produced from images generously made available by University - of California libraries) - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A GLOUCESTERSHIRE LAD AT HOME AND -ABROAD *** - - - - -A Gloucestershire Lad - -[Illustration] - - - - - A - Gloucestershire Lad - at Home and Abroad - - by - F. W. Harvey - - [Illustration] - - _Fourth Impression_ - - London - Sidgwick & Jackson, Ltd. - 1917 - - - - - _First Impression, September 1916._ - _Second Impression, October 1916._ - _Third Impression, January 1917._ - _Fourth Impression, March 1917._ - - _All rights reserved._ - - - - - TO - ALL COMRADES OF MINE - WHO LIE DEAD IN FOREIGN FIELDS - FOR LOVE OF ENGLAND, - OR WHO LIVE TO PROSECUTE THE WAR - FOR ANOTHER ENGLAND - - - - -PREFACE - - -Most of these poems were written at the Front, and appeared in the -_Fifth Gloucester Gazette_--the first paper ever published from the -trenches. - -The author was then a Lance-Corporal in the 5th Battalion of the -Gloucestershire Regiment, and as such gained the Distinguished Conduct -Medal in August, 1915. - -The award appears as follows in the _London Gazette_-- - - F. W. HARVEY.--“For conspicuous gallantry on the night of the 3rd-4th - August, 1915, near Hebuterne, when, with a patrol, he and another - Non-Commissioned Officer went out to reconnoitre in the direction - of a suspected listening post. In advancing they encountered the - hostile post evidently covering a working party in the rear. Corporal - Knight at once shot one of the enemy, and, with Lance-Corporal - Harvey, rushed the post, shooting two others, and assistance arriving - the enemy fled. Lance-Corporal Harvey pursued, felling one of the - retreating Germans with a bludgeon. He seized him, but finding his - revolver empty and the enemy having opened fire, he was called back - by Corporal Knight, and the prisoner escaped. Three Germans were - killed and their rifles and a Mauser pistol were brought in. The - patrol had no loss.” - -The poems are written by a soldier and reflect a soldier’s outlook. -Mud, blood and khaki are rather conspicuously absent. They are, in -fact, the last things a soldier wishes to think or talk about. - -What he does think of is his home. - -Bishop Frodsham, preaching in Gloucester Cathedral, after visiting -the Troops in France, quoted the following poem in a passage which -admirably expresses the feelings of most of our fighting men. - -“To suppose that these men enjoy the fighting would be sheer nonsense. -The soldier does not want to go on killing and maiming Germans or -Turks. He wants to get the dreadful war finished, so that he can get -back to England again. But he wants the matter fought to a finish -because he has seen in the villages and towns of France what German -domination means. It has made him think furiously, as the French say. -Many regiments and ships’ companies while away the impracticable hours -by publishing little newspapers. - -“The _Fifth Gloucester Gazette_ is one of these journals. We are proud -of the courage and the gaiety these little papers show. We laugh at -their quips and jokes: then suddenly we find that the corners of our -mouths are quivering and the tears are gathering in our eyes. We see -that the boys are thinking about England below their gaiety. One young -poet lifts the veil in this exquisite little rondeau-- - - “‘If we return, will England be - Just England still to you and me-- - The place where we must earn our bread? - We who have walked among the dead, - And watched the smile of agony, - And seen the price of liberty, - Which we have taken carelessly - From other hands. Nay, we shall dread: - If we return, - Dread lest we hold blood-guiltily - The thing that men have died to free. - Our English fields shall blossom red - In all the blood that has been shed, - By men whose guardians are we, - If we return.’” - -That is perhaps the keynote of a book which the author has dedicated to -all dead and living comrades who have loved England. - - J. H. COLLETT, C.M.G., COLONEL - - Commanding the Fifth Battalion of the - Gloucestershire Regiment in France. - - - - -CONTENTS - - - PAGE - - PREFACE BY COLONEL J. H. COLLETT, C.M.G. vii - - _In Flanders_ xv - - A SONG OF GLOUCESTERSHIRE 1 - - BALLADE OF THE RICH HEART 3 - - SONG OF MINSTERWORTH PERRY 5 - - A GLOUCESTERSHIRE WISH AT EASTERTIDE 6 - - SONG OF THE ROAD 7 - - PIPER’S WOOD 8 - - BALLADE OF RIVER SAILING 9 - - SONG OF MINSTERWORTH 11 - - CRICKET: THE CATCH 13 - - WONDERS 14 - - TRIOLET 15 - - TRIOLET 16 - - WHAT GOD SAID 17 - - TO HIS MAID 18 - - BALLADE OF DAMNABLE THINGS 19 - - SONG OF HEALTH 21 - - GRATITUDE 22 - - THE SOLDIER SPEAKS 23 - - A PRESENT FROM FLANDERS 24 - - IF WE RETURN 25 - - A PEOPLE RENEWED 26 - - THE AWAKENING 27 - - THE RETURN 28 - - LAND OF HEART’S DELIGHT 29 - - GONNEHEM 30 - - THE REST FARM 31 - - BALLADE OF BEELZEBUB, GOD OF FLIES 32 - - TO THE KAISER 34 - - ROBERT HERRICK SOLILOQUIZES ON THE C.O. 36 - - THE THREE PADRES 37 - - WALT WHITMAN DESCRIBES MAJOR W. 38 - - SERGEANT FINCH 39 - - C COMPANY COOK 40 - - EPITAPH 41 - - SONNET 42 - - THE FIRST SPRING DAY 43 - - DEFIANCE 45 - - THE ORCHARDS, THE SEA, AND THE GUNS 46 - - DYING IN SPRING 47 - - VICTORY 48 - - DEATH THE REVEALER 49 - - F. W. H. 50 - - POETRY 51 - - PROSE POEMS-- - - 1. HEAVEN 52 - - 2. THE MOTH 53 - - 3. THE ARTIST 54 - - 4. THE WINDOW GLASS 55 - - 5. IN THE FIELD OF TIME 56 - - 6. BLUE GRASS 57 - - 7. THE POET 58 - - 8. SORROW 59 - - 9. THE MIRACLE 60 - - 10. FAITH 61 - - 11. TIME--THE HORSE 62 - - 12. THE REBUILDING OF REALITY 63 - - 13. THE TOKEN 64 - - - - -_IN FLANDERS_ - - - _I’m homesick for my hills again-- - My hills again! - To see above the Severn plain - Unscabbarded against the sky - The blue high blade of Cotswold lie; - The giant clouds go royally - By jagged Malvern with a train - Of shadows. Where the land is low - Like a huge imprisoning O - I hear a heart that’s sound and high, - I hear the heart within me cry: - “I’m homesick for my hills again-- - My hills again! - Cotswold or Malvern, sun or rain! - My hills again!”_ - - - - -A SONG OF GLOUCESTERSHIRE - -(_Dedicated to the Gloucestershire Society_) - - - _North, South, East, and West: - Think of whichever you love the best. - Forest and vale and high blue hill: - You may have whichever you will, - And quaff one cup to the love o’ your soul - Before we drink to the lovely whole._ - - Here are high hills with towns all stone, - (Did you come from the Cotswolds then?) - And an architecture all their own, - And a breed of sturdy men. - - But here’s a forest old and stern, - (Say, do you know the Wye?) - Where sunlight dapples green miles of fern, - A river wandering by. - - Here’s peaceful meadow-land and kine, - (Do you see a fair grey tower?) - Where sweet together close entwine - Grass, clover, and daisy flower. - - Here stretches the land toward the sea - (Behold the castle bold!) - Where men live out life merrily, - And die merry and old. - - _North, South, East, and West: - Think of whichever you love the best. - Forest and vale and high blue hill: - You shall have whichever you will, - To quaff one cup to the love o’ your soul - Before we drink to the lovely whole._ - - - - -BALLADE OF THE RICH HEART - - - What thief is he can rob this treasury, - Which hath not gold but dreams within its gates? - What power can enter in to take from me - My treasure, while upon the threshold waits - “Courage,” my watch-dog, keeping back the fates - Which follow close until I do depart - In safety from their little loves and hates? - Singing of all I carry in my heart. - - Guarded of dreams against all evil chance, - With young Adventure arm in arm I go - To laugh at Luck and silly Circumstance. - And, counting naught that comes to me my foe, - I change, if ’tis my whim, the winter snow - To blowing blossom: and by that same art - I fashion as I will Life’s weal and woe: - Singing of all I carry in my heart. - - Let me go lame and lousy like a tramp - But feel the wind and know the moonlit sky! - What matter if the falling dew be damp-- - Still is it dew! And well contented I - Among my dreams (in seeming poverty) - Far from the cities and the noisy mart,-- - With Life and Death--my dearest friends--to lie, - Singing of all I carry in my heart. - - -_Envoi._ - - Prince of this world, high monarch of all those - Who deem Reality life’s better part, - Herewith I tweak thy crooked royal nose-- - Singing of all I carry in my heart. - - - - -SONG OF MINSTERWORTH PERRY - - - When Noe went sailing with his crew - And waters covered over the earth, - Trees that in Eden-orchard grew - Got washed away to Minsterworth. - - Now every year they bloom again, - (All of the trees spread healthy root) - And after Summer’s shine and rain - We gather up the blessed fruit; - - Whereof we get a heavenly drink - (Two rather!) for to make us merry; - Oh! Cider’s one, and I do think - The name o’ t’other one is Perry! - - - - -A GLOUCESTERSHIRE WISH AT EASTERTIDE - - - Here’s luck, my lads, while Birdlip Hill is steep:-- - --As long as Cotswold’s high or Severn’s deep. - Our thoughts of you shall blossom and abide - While blow the orchards about Severn side:-- - --While a round bubble like the children blow, - May Hill floats purple in the sunset glow. - - Our prayers go up to bless you where you lie, - While Gloucester tower stands up against the sky - To write old thoughts of loveliness, and trace - Dead men’s long living will to give God praise:-- - --Who of His mercy doth His Own Son give - This blessed morn, that you, and all, may live! - - - - -SONG OF THE ROAD - - - Cheerily upon the road - Tramp we all together, - Bearing every one his load - Through the changeful weather. - - To one Hope we all belong, - To one Fate a debtor, - Songs must cheer our steps along, - Mirth the road make better. - - Wishes cannot make a horse, - Only beggars would ride; - We must meet the fairy force - In each sombre wood-side. - - We must bravely tread the way, - Gaily sing together, - Till we reach the endless day, - Heaven’s golden weather. - - - - -PIPER’S WOOD - - - In Minsterworth when March is in, - And Spring begins to gild the days, - Oh! then starts up a joyous din, - For Piper’s Wood is full of praise, - Because the birds deem winter gone - And welcome the returning sun. - - Blackbird and thrush and robin dear - Within that wood try over all - The songs they mean to shout so clear - Before green leaves grow red and fall; - And harkening in its shadows you - Must needs sing out of Summer too. - - - - -BALLADE OF RIVER SAILING - - - _The Dorothy_ was very small: a boat - Scarce any bigger than the sort one rows - With oars! We got her for a five-pound note - At second-hand. Yet when the river flows - Strong to the sea, and the wind lightly blows, - Then see her dancing on the tide, and you’ll - Swear she’s the prettiest little craft that goes - Up-stream from Framilode to Bollopool. - - Bare-footed, push her from the bank afloat, - (The soft warm mud comes squelching through your toes!) - Scramble aboard: then find an antidote - For every care a jaded spirit knows: - While round the boat the broken water crows - With laughter, casting pretty ridicule - On human life and all its little woes, - Up-stream from Framilode to Bollopool. - - How shall I tell you what the sunset wrote - Upon the outspread waters--gold and rose: - Or how the white sail of our little boat - Looks on a summer sky? The hills enclose - With blue solemnity: each white scar shows - Clear on the quarried Cotteswolds high and cool. - And high and cool a fevered spirit grows - Up-stream from Framilode to Bollopool. - - -_Envoi._ - - Prince, you have horses: motors, I suppose, - As well! At finding pleasure you’re no fool. - But have you got a little boat that blows - Up-stream from Framilode to Bollopool? - - - - -SONG OF MINSTERWORTH - - _Air_: “_The Vicar of Bray_” - - - In olden, olden centuries - On Gloucester’s holy ground, sir, - The monks did pray and chant all day, - And grow exceeding round, sir; - And here’s the reason that they throve - To praise their pleasant fortune, - “We keep our beasts”--thus quoth the priests, - “In Minsterworth--that’s Mortune!”[1] - - _So this is the chorus we will sing, - And this is the spot we’ll drink to, - While blossom blows and Severn flows, - And Earth has mugs to clink to._ - - Oh! there in sleepy Summer sounds - The drowsy drone of bees, sir, - And there in Winter paints the sun - His patterns ’neath the trees, sir; - And there with merry song doth run - A river full of fish, sir, - That Thursday sees upon the flood - And Friday on the dish, sir. - - _So this is the chorus we will sing - And this is the spot we’ll drink to, - While blossom blows and Severn flows, - And Earth has mugs to clink to._ - - The jovial priests to dust are gone, - We cannot hear their singing; - But still their merry chorus-song - From newer lips runs ringing. - And we who drink the sunny air - And see the blossoms drifting, - Will sit and sing the self-same thing - Until the roof we’re lifting. - - _So this is the chorus we will sing, - And this is the spot we’ll drink to, - While blossom blows and Severn flows, - And Earth has mugs to clink to._ - -[1] The ancient name of the parish was Mortune--that is, the village -in the mere; and the name was changed to Minsterworth early in the -fourteenth century because it belonged to the Minster or Abbey of -Gloucester, and was the Minster’s “Worth” or farm where the cattle were -kept.--F. W. H. - - - - -CRICKET: THE CATCH - - - Whizzing, fierce, it came - Down the summer air, - Burning like a flame - On my fingers bare, - And it brought to me - As swift--a memory. - - Happy days long dead - Clear I saw once more. - Childhood that is fled:-- - Rossall on the shore, - Where the sea sobs wild - Like a homesick child. - - Oh, the blue bird’s fled! - Never man can follow. - Yet at times instead - Comes this scarlet swallow, - Bearing on its wings - (Where it skims and dips, - Gleaming through the slips) - Sweet Time-strangled things. - - - - -WONDERS - - - What magic is in common grass - To bring this miracle to pass? - That within it one should find - Salves to give him peace of mind? - --It’s very queer that garden weed - Should minister to my soul’s need. - - What fairy in the falling rain - Takes the robin’s small refrain, - And twists it to a tiny charm - To keep a tempted heart from harm? - --It puzzles me a wild bird’s song - Should save my soul from doing wrong. - - - - -TRIOLET - - - If Beauty were a mortal thing - That died like laughter, grief, and lust, - The poet would not need to sing. - If Beauty were a mortal thing - It would not wound us with its sting. - We should lie happy in the dust - If Beauty were a mortal thing - That died like laughter, grief, and lust. - - - - -TRIOLET - - - Winter has hardened all the ground, - But flowers are on the window-pane; - No others are there to be found:-- - Winter has hardened all the ground. - But here, while Earth is bare and bound, - Bloom ghosts of those his frost has slain. - Winter has hardened all the ground, - But flowers are on the window-pane. - - - - -WHAT GOD SAID - - - “This be a lesson,” said Life, with a frown-- - And knocked me down. - “And serve him right!” cried the goodly men, - While I--I picked myself up, and then - Went on just as I used to do. - - But the good God smiled as He shook His head; - “It’s a troublesome child,” said He, “but yet - Not quite so altogether dead - As those solemn old fools that laughed. Don’t fret!” - At least, I think that’s what He said. - - - - -TO HIS MAID - - - Since above Time, upon Eternity - The lovely essence of true loving’s set, - Time shall not triumph over you and me, - Nor--though we pay his debt-- - Shall Death hold mastery. - - Your eyes are bright for ever. Your dark hair - Holds an eternal shade. Like a bright sword - Shall flame the vision of your strange sweet ways, - Cleaving the years: and even your smallest word, - Lying forgotten with the things that were, - Shall glow and kindle, burning up the days. - - - - -BALLADE OF DAMNABLE THINGS - - - I do not like a horse to throw me off. - I do not like the motor-bike to skid. - I do not like a nasty hacking cough, - Nor influenza. And I never did - Enjoy the thought of frizzling on a grid, - The while wee flaming devils dance and sing. - But short of simple Hell without the lid, - I think that jaundice is the damn’dest thing. - - Fleas, faintness, famine, stomach-ache, the feel - Of flies upon your face, rats in your bed; - Lice, dusty roads, a blister on your heel, - The taste of salts, the scent of things long dead, - Home-sickness, chilblains, grief uncomforted, - A hollow tooth with cold, a hornet sting:-- - These are unpleasant, yet when all is said - I think that jaundice is the damn’dest thing. - - See you the whole bright world before your eye - Dwindle as ugly as a wrinkled pea. - See Beauty, a pricked bubble: Truth, a lie: - Achievement, foam on muddy water. See - Yourself a yellow devil suddenly, - And all the zest of youth gone journeying-- - See you all this, and then you will agree - (I think) that jaundice is the damn’dest thing. - - -_Envoi._ - - Prince of the damned--I ransack my supplies - To find a fitting wish at you to fling. - Now may you look on Hell through yellow eyes. - I think that jaundice is the damn’dest thing. - - - - -SONG OF HEALTH - - - For friends to stand beside, for foes to fight, - For devil’s work to break, for Wrong and Right, - And will (however hard) to choose between them: - For merry tales, no matter where you glean them: - Songs, stars, delight of birds, and summer roses, - Sunshine, wherein my friend the dog now dozes: - Danger--the zest of life, and Love, the lord - Of Life and Death: for every open word - Spoken in blame or praise by friend o’ mine - To spur me on: for old, good memories, - Keeping in my soul’s cellar like good wine: - For Truth that’s strong, and Beauty so divine: - For animals, and children, and for trees, - Both wintry-black and blossoming in white: - For homely gardens and for humming bees: - For drink, and dreams, and daisies on the sod, - Plain food, and fire (when it will light)-- - Thank God! - - - - -GRATITUDE - - - Grateful--ah, yes! - I, who have seen - The larches brighten green, - The orchard’s Easter dress, - And those red thousand poppies, - In wheat below the coppice: - - I, who (while others lie in graves - Of earth, or rocked with waves), - Have leave to walk - And sing and talk, - With golden lads and girls, - My friends, - To all the farthest ends, - Whither Life whirls.... - - How can I not feel gratitude for this - And other bliss, - Which God--dear God--hath sent, - For my great wonderment? - - - - -THE SOLDIER SPEAKS - - - Within my heart I safely keep, - England, what things are yours: - Your clouds, and cloud-like flocks of sheep - That drift o’er windy moors. - Possessing naught, I proudly hold - Great hills and little gay - Hill-towns set black on sunrise-gold - At breaking of the day. - - Though unto me you be austere - And loveless, darling land; - Though you be cold and hard, my dear, - And will not understand. - Yet have I fought and bled for you, - And, by that self-same sign, - Still must I love you, yearn to you, - England--how truly mine! - - - - -A PRESENT FROM FLANDERS - - - Where dewfall and the moon - Make precious things, - On every small festoon - A spider slings: - - Treading--like dead leaves under - All drifted days, - Happy the lovers wander - In Winter ways; - - No thought of pain perplexes - The peace they hold; - No worldly sorrow vexes - The lovers. Gold-- - - All golden gleams the way; - How strange such riches - Drawn from rough men should be - Seven or eight worlds away, - Fighting, and carelessly, - Dying in ditches! - - - - -IF WE RETURN - -(_Rondeau_) - - - If we return, will England be - Just England still to you and me? - The place where we must earn our bread? - We, who have walked among the dead. - And watched the smile of agony, - - And seen the price of Liberty, - Which we have taken carelessly - From other hands. Nay, we shall dread, - If we return, - - Dread lest we hold blood-guiltily - The things that men have died to free. - Oh, English fields shall blossom red - For all the blood that has been shed - By men whose guardians are we, - If we return. - - - - -A PEOPLE RENEWED - - - Now these like men shall live, - And like to princes fall. - They take what Fate will give - At this great festival. - - And since at length they find - That life is sweet indeed, - They cast it on the wind - To serve their country’s need. - - See young “Adventure” there - (“Make-money-quick” that was) - Hurls down his gods that were - For Honour and the Cross! - - Old “Grab-at-Gold” lies low - In Flanders. And again - (Because men will it so) - England is ruled by Men. - - - - -THE AWAKENING - - - At night, in dream, - I saw those fields round home - Agleam. - Drenched all with dew - Beneath day’s newest dome - Of gold and blue. - - All night-- - All night they shone for me, and then - Came light. - And suddenly I woke, and lovely joy! - I was at home, with the fields gold as when - I was a boy. - - * * * * * - - Thus shall all men rise up at last to see, - Their dearest dreams golden reality. - - - - -THE RETURN - - - The unimaginable hour - That folds away our joys and pain - Holds not the spirit in its power. - Therefore I shall come home again - (Wherever my poor body lies), - To whisper in the summer trees - Upon a lazy fall and rise - Of wind: and in day’s red decline - Walk with the sun those roads of mine, - Then rosy with my memories. - - Though you may see me not, yet hear - My laughter in the laughing streams, - My footsteps in the running rain.... - For sake of all I counted dear - And visit still within my dreams - I shall at last come home again. - - - - -LAND OF HEART’S DELIGHT - - - Glory’s a temple open wide, - Content, a little shrine. - But Heart’s Delight is a land so bright - We reckon it half divine. - It lies wherever man has lived, - But wheresoe’er you find it - Its skies are blue with dreams come true, - And Heaven is just behind it. - - Glory’s the universal gleam - Of all God gives to men. - Content, the little silver dream - He sends to one in ten. - But Heart’s Delight, all golden bright, - Is given to him alone - Who has hidden his heart in the deepest part - Of a place called Home. - - - - -GONNEHEM - - - Of Gonnehem it shall be said - That we arrived there late and worn - With marching, and were given a bed - Of lovely straw. And then at morn - On rising from deep sleep saw dangle-- - Shining in the sun to spangle, - The all-blue heaven--branch loads of red - Bright cherries which we bought to eat, - Dew-wet, dawn-cool, and sunny-sweet. - There was a tiny court-yard too, - Wherein one shady walnut grew. - Unruffled peace the farm encloses-- - I wonder if beneath that tree, - The meditating hens still be. - Are the white walls now gay with roses? - Does the small fountain yet run free? - I wonder if that dog still dozes.... - Some day we must go back to see. - - - - -THE REST FARM - - - Into this quiet place - Of peace we come. - The War God hides his face, - His mouth is dumb. - - All reckless, wild decrees - His lips repeat, - Are hushed by a little breeze - In waving wheat. - - And, like the penance-peace - In a heart forlorn, - Thrills the word of the trees-- - The sigh of the corn. - - - - -BALLADE OF BEELZEBUB, GOD OF FLIES - - - Some men there are will not abide a rat - Within their bivvy. If one chance to peep - At them through little beady eyes, then pat, - They throw a boot and rouse a mate from sleep - To hunt the thing, and on its head they heap - Curses quite inappropriate to its size. - I care for none of these, but broad and deep - I curse Beelzebub--the God of Flies. - - Others may hunt the mouse with bayonet bright, - And beard the glittering beetle in his lair, - And fill the arches of the ancient night - With clamour, if a stolid toad should stare - Sleepily forth from the snug corner where - They fain would rest. But I will sympathize - With beetle, rat, and toad. I have no care. - I curse Beelzebub--the God of Flies. - - The tiny gnats they swarm in many a cloud, - To tangle their small limbs within my hair - And sting. The blood-flies dart: and buzzing loud - Blue-bottles draw mad patterns on the air. - The house-flies creep, and, what is hard to bear, - Feed on the poison papers advertise, - And rub their hands with relish of such fare! - I curse Beelzebub--the God of Flies. - - -_Envoi._ - - Prince--Clown of Europe--others shall make haste - To call damnation on your limbs and eyes. - Spending good oaths upon you were a waste: - I curse Beelzebub--the God of Flies. - - - - -TO THE KAISER - -(_Confidentially_) - - - I met a man--a refugee, - And he was blind in both his eyes, sir. - And in his pate - A silver plate - (’Twas rather comical to see!) - Shone where the bone skull used to be - Before your shrapnel struck him, Kaiser. - Shattering in the self-same blast - (Blind as a tyrant in his dotage), - The foolish wife - Who risked her life, - As peasants will do till the last, - Clinging to one small Belgian cottage. - - That was their home. The whining child - Beside him in the railway carriage - Was born there, and - The little land - Around it (now untilled and wild), - Was brought him by his wife on marriage. - The child was whining for its mother, - And interrupting half he said, sir. - I’ll never see the pair again.... - Nor they the mother that lies dead, sir. - - That’s all--a foolish tale, not worth - The ear of noble lord or Kaiser. - A man un-named, - By shrapnel maimed, - Wife slain, home levelled to the earth-- - That’s all. You see no point? Nor I, sir. - Yet on the day you come to die, sir, - When all your war dreams cease to be, - Perchance will rise - Before your eyes - (Piercing your hollow heart, Sir Kaiser!) - The picture that I chanced to see, - Riding (we’ll say) from A to B. - - - - -ROBERT HERRICK SOLILOQUIZES ON THE C.O. - - - A sweet disorder in the dress - Kindles in him small kindliness. - My slack puttees him oft have thrown - Into a fine distraction. - An erring lace he cannot bear, - Nor the neglected, flowing hair. - Did he command that splendid force - The W.V.T.C., of course, - He’d see they dressed with careful art, - Very precise in every part. - And would, I’m certain, never dote - On the tempestuous petticoat. - - - - -THE THREE PADRES - -(_Acrostics_) - - - _R. C. Chaplain._ - - Pale-faced, brown-eyed, slight, - Upon a lanky bay - Rides this modern knight - Down rain-beat road to-day; - In a little broken shrine - Emptying out the blessed wine. - - - _Wesleyan Chaplain._ - - Much loved by all who know you, - Especially you seem - Envied for smiles that show you - Kindness in a gleam. - - - _Church of England Chaplain._ - - Helm of our literary ship, - Editor of this Gazette,[2] - Luck be yours, although you whip - My muse into an awful sweat. - -[2] _Fifth Gloucester Gazette._ See Introduction. - - - - -WALT WHITMAN DESCRIBES MAJOR W. - - - Nonchalantly he stands - On every step of life - Tapping his legging. - - It is just the same - Whether we’re expecting - A Boche attack - Or Church Parade. - - Nothing flusters him. Men - Confidently go - To do his bidding: - While he stands there - - Revolving stunts; - And nonchalantly - Tapping his legging. - - - - -SERGEANT FINCH - - - He’s a popular sergeant, you bet, - For he’ll rough it along with his men, - And start up a song in the wet - To set ’em all smiling again. - - His stories are naughty, I’m told, - His voice has a sonorous sound; - But the envy of all who behold - Is the way that his puttees are wound. - - Blue-eyed, debonair, with a hat - Cocked sideways the eighth of an inch, - He’s sparrow-like: but for all that - The name in his pay-book is Finch. - - - - -C COMPANY COOK - - - “Do you want j-jam on it?” he’d say, - Twirling a red moustache. - We chaffed him over rations every day, - “Say, is this tea or hash?” - “Jim, tell us, do, - Why you put sugar in the blooming stew.” - “--And there’s a heap o’ coal in this--not half!...” - To all our chaff - “Do you want j-jam on it?” he’d say. - - - - -EPITAPH - -(_T. D._, 13/3/16) - - - A shallow trench for one so tall! - “Heads down”--no need for that old call - Beneath the upturned sod. - Safe lies his body, never fret, - Behind that crumpled parapet, - And over all this wind and wet - His soul sits safe with God. - - - - -SONNET - -(_To H. M._) - - - Him, the gods, loving, took while life was young.... - Say rather (clinging to a wiser creed) - God took, and suddenly on wings of speed - Bore to the utter quietness far flung - Of fields Elysian where the horrid tongue - Of battle is not. For He knew his need - Better than those who knew him well indeed, - Loving him best. Above his grave is rung - The death-bell of all things which hurt the sense - And vex the mind and plague the soul of man, - Tingeing the rainbow colours of his best - Dreams drably: and hath cried a voice, “Go hence! - Old Angel Time, to weary whom you can, - The while my well-beloved child hath rest.” - - - - -THE FIRST SPRING DAY - -(_To A. E. S._) - - - We laid you fast in frozen clay - When Winter had enchained the land. - (Lad, was it but three weeks to-day?) - And now comes Springtime’s messenger with golden tidings in his hand. - - A mist blows off the thawing earth, - And drips from every budding tree, - The springs are loosed, and mad with mirth - Run lisping in the fallen leaves, or laughing in the sunlight free. - - Oh you who loved the song so well, - Do you not hear the throstle’s note? - Nor heed the lovesome light that fell - As warm five thousand years ago, when Solomon, the wise king, wrote? - - “Sweet,” wrote he. Yes, the light is sweet! - And maddening sweet to walk in Spring: - Yet is the pleasure incomplete-- - How should the living understand the melodies that dead throats sing? - - Thinker and poet clutch in vain - The secret of a laughing rill, - And Shakespeare’s self could never gain - The message blown so mockingly by trumpet of a daffodil. - - Dear lad, for you I will not call, - Nor let a foolish dread be born. - A thousand years is still too small - To learn the secrets you must learn, ere you arise on Doomsday morn. - - For you have set your ear to earth - To list the growing of the flowers: - And catch the strains of Death and Birth: - And take the honey that is stored by all the flitting bee-like hours. - - And you must put to memory - The silver music of the stars - That raineth down so silently, - And all the mighty harmony scrolled on the sky in glittering bars. - - The music that no man can make, - The colours that he cannot see, - These out of darkness you shall take - And nourish up your growing soul with manna of their mystery. - - And then when you awake again - (And I have slept a little too), - How we shall rise to pace anew - An earth--where every dream is true, and nothing is unknown but pain. - - - - -DEFIANCE - - - I saw the orchards whitening - To Easter in late Lent. - Now struck of hell’s own lightning - With branches broken and bent - Behold the tall trees rent:-- - Beaten with iron rain! - And ever in my brain - To every shell that’s sent - Sounds back this small refrain:-- - “You foolish shells, come kill me, - Blacken my limbs with flame: - I saw the English orchards - (And so may die content) - All white before I came!” - - - - -THE ORCHARDS, THE SEA, AND THE GUNS - - - Of sounds which haunt me, these - Until I die - Shall live. First the trees, - Swaying and singing in the moonless night. - (The wind being wild) - And I - A wakeful child, - That lay and shivered with a strange delight. - - Second--less sweet but thrilling as the first-- - The midnight roar - Of waves upon the shore - Of Rossall dear: - The rhythmic surge and burst - (The gusty rain - Flung on the pane!) - I loved to hear. - - And now another sound - Wilder than wind or sea, - When on the silent night - I hear resound - In mad delight - The guns.... - They bark the whole night through; - And though I fear, - Knowing what work they do, - I somehow thrill to hear. - - - - -DYING IN SPRING - - - Lo, now do I behold - Sunshine and greenery - And Death together rolled-- - Yet not in mockery. - - Life was a faithful friend; - Shall I make other of that dark brother - Whom God doth send? - - My dear companions--you - That have been more to me - Than grief or gaiety-- - This sure is true: - That we shall meet once more beyond Death’s door, - Again be merry friends - Where friendship never ends. - - - - -VICTORY - - - Whether you shall see it, or I, - We cannot tell - Now. And it doesn’t matter. - - For ’twill come when Hell - Is covered, and the batter - Of guns fades:--Victory! - - Remember then, you who have fellowed the dead-- - Though the worst loudest last - Thunder before the sun-- - - Remember--though the Hun - And his brute power has passed-- - There are more wars to be won! - - Oh! while life’s Life, to all Eternity:-- - Brothers, press on! Go On To VICTORY! - - - - -DEATH THE REVEALER - - - Within this dim five-windowed house of sense - I watch through coloured glass - The shapes that pass. - Soon must I journey hence - To meet the great winds of the outer world, - And see - (When God has turned the key) - The true and terrible colours of His scheme - Which now I dream. - - - - -F. W. H. - -(_A Portrait_) - - - A thick-set, dark-haired, dreamy little man, - Uncouth to see, - Revolving ever this preposterous plan-- - Within a web of words spread cunningly - To tangle Life--no less, - (Could he expect success!) - - Of Life, he craves not much, except to watch. - Being forced to act, - He walks behind himself, as if to catch - The motive:--an accessory to the fact, - Faintly amused, it seems, - Behind his dreams. - - Yet hath he loved the vision of this world, - And found it good: - The Faith, the fight ’neath Freedom’s flag unfurled, - The friends, the fun, the army-brotherhood. - But faery-crazed or worse - He twists it all to verse! - - - - -POETRY - - - The poems of Earth are lived, - Not scratched with the dirty pen. - They are writ in the sense of things - And sung in the hearts of men. - - Sensuous strains of Spring - Pouring in silver flood, - Summer’s golden delight - Warming the waiting blood. - - Colour, and scent, and sound - Of all the changing year:-- - These are the poems of Earth - Which every man must hear. - - Sorrow, and pain, and love, - Joy, and fear, and regret:-- - These are the burning poems - That all our hearts beget. - - These are the poems of Earth - That every man must pen: - Which you and I make up - And straight forget again. - - - - -PROSE POEMS - - -1. HEAVEN - -“Take me, then,” he said to the angel, “upon this great journey to -Heaven.” - -The angel touched his eyelids. - -“Where, then, is Hell?” asked the man. - -The spirit pointed out a bored-looking man quite near the throne. - -“But he is in Heaven,” protested the mortal. - -“Even so, but he does not know it,” replied the angel. - - -2. THE MOTH - -“It is the brightness of God!” exclaimed the moth, beholding the candle. - -“But it will scorch you worse than Hell’s fire,” warned a friendly -insect. - -“What matter that?” shouted the moth. “It is the brightness of God!” - -Then it flew into the flame and was shrivelled. - - -3. THE ARTIST - -“I am tired of failing!” said the Artist, and he ripped up the picture -with his penknife. - -“Now he will remember my love!” thought the woman, and she smiled. But -when the Artist saw the smile on her face, he took his brushes and made -a picture of it, and the love of the woman was forgotten. - - -4. THE WINDOW GLASS - -Against the dark glass shone like a flower the mouth of his beloved. -But in vain he pressed lips of fire upon the panes--in vain! - -“Then, since Love may not melt,” cried he, “shatter, O Death!” - -God broke the window with His fist. - - -5. IN THE FIELD OF TIME - -In the field of Time, at the end of the path of daisies, grow flaming -poppies, taking the eye more readily than the flowers of gold and white. - -But a man, looking at some he had plucked to wear, discovered (formed -by the inside shape and hue of the petals) a black cross at the bottom -of every scarlet cup, and cast them from him. - - -6. BLUE GRASS - -“Is not this the mountain of blue grass?” asked the stranger. “Why is -the grass as green as in our common meadows?” - -“It was never any other colour,” said the native. - -“It looked blue from afar,” protested the traveller, “and I have -journeyed a long and difficult way to find it.” - -“You had better have stayed at home,” answered the native. - -“No,” returned the stranger, with a sad smile, “I had better have come, -but now I will go home. The grass there has become blue.” - - -7. THE POET - -“What is that lovely thing you have in your heart? Why do you not sing -of it?” asked the Muse. - -“I have not yet lost it,” answered the Poet. - - -8. SORROW - -The lean dagger had gone into the Poet’s heart. - -Shuddering, he plucked it free, lest he should die. And then--by -magic--it became in his hand a shining sword fit to smite down the -sorrow of the world. - - -9. THE MIRACLE - -Why has the Earth taken on a new significance? - -Why is the smoking mist now white music, and the world’s architecture -more wonderful than a fine cathedral? - -It is something that has happened in your heart. - -Perhaps (I do not know) you have learnt to hate yourself or to love a -fellow-being. - - -10. FAITH - - Why am I so many men? - It is because you have not Faith. - - What is Faith? - Faith is a fire. - - But how does a man come by it? - Perhaps God gives it him. - - -11. TIME--THE HORSE - -Whither does Time trot us? And is moonlight brightening the harness -buckles as when children play beneath the rugs, guessing “Where are -we?” and father drives home--home--beneath the stars? - - -12. THE REBUILDING OF REALITY - -“Behold the sunshine, the green earth, the shining sea!” shouted my -Eyes. - -Said Heart: “Oh, I cannot; the realities I knew are gone! Death’s -shadow is upon all this.” - -“Well, it is yours to create realities anew,” smiled Death. “Hitherto -(like the rest) you seem to have done it badly.” - - -13. 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Brown, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by University of California libraries)</div> - -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A GLOUCESTERSHIRE LAD AT HOME AND ABROAD ***</div> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/cover.jpg" width="50%" alt="" /></div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<div class="blockquot"> -<p><span class="xxlarge"><b>A Gloucestershire Lad</b></span></p> - -<div class="figright"><img src="images/i_logo1.jpg" alt="" /></div> -</div></div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="titlepage"> -<h1>A<br /> -Gloucestershire Lad<br /> -<span class="small">at Home and Abroad</span></h1> - -<p>by<br /> -<span class="xlarge">F. W. Harvey</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_logo2.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<p><i>Fourth Impression</i></p> - -<p><span class="large">London<br /> -Sidgwick & Jackson, Ltd.<br /> -1917</span></p> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>First Impression, September 1916.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Second Impression, October 1916.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Third Impression, January 1917.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Fourth Impression, March 1917.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="center"><i>All rights reserved.</i></div> -</div></div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<p class="center"> -TO<br /> -<span class="large">ALL COMRADES OF MINE</span><br /> -WHO LIE DEAD IN FOREIGN FIELDS<br /> -FOR LOVE OF ENGLAND,<br /> -OR WHO LIVE TO PROSECUTE THE WAR<br /> -FOR ANOTHER ENGLAND<br /> -</p> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_vii">[vii]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">PREFACE</h2> -</div> - - -<p><span class="smcap">Most</span> of these poems were written at the Front, -and appeared in the <i>Fifth Gloucester Gazette</i>—the -first paper ever published from the trenches.</p> - -<p>The author was then a Lance-Corporal in the -5th Battalion of the Gloucestershire Regiment, -and as such gained the Distinguished Conduct -Medal in August, 1915.</p> - -<p>The award appears as follows in the <i>London -Gazette</i>—</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<div class="hangingindent"> -<p><span class="smcap">F. W. Harvey.</span>—“For conspicuous gallantry on -the night of the 3rd-4th August, 1915, near -Hebuterne, when, with a patrol, he and another -Non-Commissioned Officer went out to reconnoitre -in the direction of a suspected listening post. -In advancing they encountered the hostile post -evidently covering a working party in the rear. -Corporal Knight at once shot one of the enemy, -and, with Lance-Corporal Harvey, rushed the -post, shooting two others, and assistance arriving -the enemy fled. Lance-Corporal Harvey -pursued, felling one of the retreating Germans -with a bludgeon. He seized him, but finding -his revolver empty and the enemy having -opened fire, he was called back by Corporal -Knight, and the prisoner escaped. Three Germans -were killed and their rifles and a Mauser -pistol were brought in. The patrol had no -loss.”</p> -</div></div> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_viii">[viii]</span>The poems are written by a soldier and reflect -a soldier’s outlook. Mud, blood and khaki are -rather conspicuously absent. They are, in fact, -the last things a soldier wishes to think or talk -about.</p> - -<p>What he does think of is his home.</p> - -<p>Bishop Frodsham, preaching in Gloucester -Cathedral, after visiting the Troops in France, -quoted the following poem in a passage which -admirably expresses the feelings of most of our -fighting men.</p> - -<p>“To suppose that these men enjoy the fighting -would be sheer nonsense. The soldier does not -want to go on killing and maiming Germans or -Turks. He wants to get the dreadful war finished, -so that he can get back to England again. But -he wants the matter fought to a finish because -he has seen in the villages and towns of France -what German domination means. It has made -him think furiously, as the French say. Many -regiments and ships’ companies while away the -impracticable hours by publishing little newspapers.</p> - -<p>“The <i>Fifth Gloucester Gazette</i> is one of these -journals. We are proud of the courage and the -gaiety these little papers show. We laugh at -their quips and jokes: then suddenly we find -that the corners of our mouths are quivering<span class="pagenum" id="Page_ix">[ix]</span> -and the tears are gathering in our eyes. We see -that the boys are thinking about England below -their gaiety. One young poet lifts the veil in -this exquisite little rondeau—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="first">“‘If we return, will England be</div> -<div class="verse">Just England still to you and me—</div> -<div class="verse">The place where we must earn our bread?</div> -<div class="verse">We who have walked among the dead,</div> -<div class="verse">And watched the smile of agony,</div> -<div class="verse">And seen the price of liberty,</div> -<div class="verse">Which we have taken carelessly</div> -<div class="verse">From other hands. Nay, we shall dread:</div> -<div class="indent2">If we return,</div> -<div class="verse">Dread lest we hold blood-guiltily</div> -<div class="verse">The thing that men have died to free.</div> -<div class="verse">Our English fields shall blossom red</div> -<div class="verse">In all the blood that has been shed,</div> -<div class="verse">By men whose guardians are we,</div> -<div class="indent2">If we return.’”</div> -</div></div> - -<p>That is perhaps the keynote of a book which -the author has dedicated to all dead and living -comrades who have loved England.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="indentright"> -<span class="smcap">J. H. Collett, C.M.G., Colonel</span></span><br /> -<br /> -Commanding the Fifth Battalion of the<br /> -Gloucestershire Regiment in France.<br /> -</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_x">[x]</span></p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xi">[xi]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">CONTENTS</h2> -</div> -</div> - -<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="2" summary="table"> - - -<tr><td> </td><td class="tdr"><span class="small">PAGE</span></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">PREFACE BY COLONEL J. H. COLLETT, C.M.G.</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_vii"> vii</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><i>In Flanders</i></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_xv"> xv</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">A SONG OF GLOUCESTERSHIRE</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_1"> 1</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">BALLADE OF THE RICH HEART</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_3"> 3</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">SONG OF MINSTERWORTH PERRY</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_5"> 5</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">A GLOUCESTERSHIRE WISH AT EASTERTIDE</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_6"> 6</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">SONG OF THE ROAD</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_7"> 7</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">PIPER’S WOOD</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_8"> 8</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">BALLADE OF RIVER SAILING</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_9"> 9</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">SONG OF MINSTERWORTH</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_11"> 11</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">CRICKET: THE CATCH</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_13"> 13</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">WONDERS</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_14"> 14</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">TRIOLET</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_15"> 15</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">TRIOLET</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_16"> 16</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">WHAT GOD SAID</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_17"> 17</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">TO HIS MAID</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_18"> 18</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">BALLADE OF DAMNABLE THINGS</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_19"> 19</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">SONG OF HEALTH</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_21"> 21</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">GRATITUDE</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_22"> 22</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">THE SOLDIER SPEAKS</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_23"> 23</a><span class="pagenum" id="Page_xii">[xii]</span></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">A PRESENT FROM FLANDERS</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_24"> 24</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">IF WE RETURN</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_25"> 25</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">A PEOPLE RENEWED</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_26"> 26</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">THE AWAKENING</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_27"> 27</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">THE RETURN</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_28"> 28</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">LAND OF HEART’S DELIGHT</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_29"> 29</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">GONNEHEM</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_30"> 30</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">THE REST FARM</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_31"> 31</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">BALLADE OF BEELZEBUB, GOD OF FLIES</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_32"> 32</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">TO THE KAISER</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_34"> 34</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">ROBERT HERRICK SOLILOQUIZES ON THE C.O.</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_36"> 36</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">THE THREE PADRES</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_37"> 37</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">WALT WHITMAN DESCRIBES MAJOR W.</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38"> 38</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">SERGEANT FINCH</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_39"> 39</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">C COMPANY COOK</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_40"> 40</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">EPITAPH</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_41"> 41</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">SONNET</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_42"> 42</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">THE FIRST SPRING DAY</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_43"> 43</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">DEFIANCE</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_45"> 45</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">THE ORCHARDS, THE SEA, AND THE GUNS</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_46"> 46</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">DYING IN SPRING</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_47"> 47</a><span class="pagenum" id="Page_xiii">[xiii]</span></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">VICTORY</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_48"> 48</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">DEATH THE REVEALER</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_49"> 49</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">F. W. H.</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_50"> 50</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">POETRY</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_51"> 51</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="allsmcap">PROSE POEMS</span>—</td></tr> - -<tr><td class="tdc">1. <span class="allsmcap">HEAVEN</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_52"> 52</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td class="tdc">2. <span class="allsmcap">THE MOTH</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_53"> 53</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td class="tdc">3. <span class="allsmcap">THE ARTIST</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_54"> 54</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td class="tdc">4. <span class="allsmcap">THE WINDOW GLASS</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_55"> 55</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td class="tdc">5. <span class="allsmcap">IN THE FIELD OF TIME</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_56"> 56</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td class="tdc">6. <span class="allsmcap">BLUE GRASS</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_57"> 57</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td class="tdc">7. <span class="allsmcap">THE POET</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_58"> 58</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td class="tdc">8. <span class="allsmcap">SORROW</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_59"> 59</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td class="tdc">9. <span class="allsmcap">THE MIRACLE</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_60"> 60</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td class="tdl">10. <span class="allsmcap">FAITH</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_61"> 61</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td class="tdl">11. <span class="allsmcap">TIME—THE HORSE</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_62"> 62</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td class="tdl">12. <span class="allsmcap">THE REBUILDING OF REALITY</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_63"> 63</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td class="tdl">13. <span class="allsmcap">THE TOKEN</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_64"> 64</a></td></tr> -</table> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_xiv">[xiv]</span></p> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xv">[xv]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak"><i>IN FLANDERS</i></h2> -</div></div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse"><i>I’m homesick for my hills again—</i></div> -<div class="indent2"><i>My hills again!</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>To see above the Severn plain</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Unscabbarded against the sky</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The blue high blade of Cotswold lie;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The giant clouds go royally</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>By jagged Malvern with a train</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Of shadows. Where the land is low</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Like a huge imprisoning O</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>I hear a heart that’s sound and high,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>I hear the heart within me cry:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>“I’m homesick for my hills again—</i></div> -<div class="indent2"><i>My hills again!</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Cotswold or Malvern, sun or rain!</i></div> -<div class="indent2"><i>My hills again!”</i></div> -</div></div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">[1]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">A SONG OF GLOUCESTERSHIRE</h2> -</div></div> - -<p class="center">(<i>Dedicated to the Gloucestershire Society</i>)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>North, South, East, and West:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Think of whichever you love the best.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Forest and vale and high blue hill:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>You may have whichever you will,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And quaff one cup to the love o’ your soul</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Before we drink to the lovely whole.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="indent">Here are high hills with towns all stone,</div> -<div class="indent2">(Did you come from the Cotswolds then?)</div> -<div class="indent">And an architecture all their own,</div> -<div class="indent2">And a breed of sturdy men.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="indent">But here’s a forest old and stern,</div> -<div class="indent2">(Say, do you know the Wye?)</div> -<div class="indent">Where sunlight dapples green miles of fern,</div> -<div class="indent2">A river wandering by.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="indent">Here’s peaceful meadow-land and kine,</div> -<div class="indent2">(Do you see a fair grey tower?)</div> -<div class="indent">Where sweet together close entwine</div> -<div class="indent2">Grass, clover, and daisy flower.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="indent">Here stretches the land toward the sea</div> -<div class="indent2">(Behold the castle bold!)</div> -<div class="indent">Where men live out life merrily,</div> -<div class="indent2">And die merry and old.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_2">[2]</span> -<div class="verse"><i>North, South, East, and West:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Think of whichever you love the best.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Forest and vale and high blue hill:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>You shall have whichever you will,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>To quaff one cup to the love o’ your soul</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Before we drink to the lovely whole.</i></div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[3]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">BALLADE OF THE RICH HEART</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What thief is he can rob this treasury,</div> -<div class="indent">Which hath not gold but dreams within its gates?</div> -<div class="verse">What power can enter in to take from me</div> -<div class="indent">My treasure, while upon the threshold waits</div> -<div class="indent">“Courage,” my watch-dog, keeping back the fates</div> -<div class="verse">Which follow close until I do depart</div> -<div class="indent">In safety from their little loves and hates?</div> -<div class="verse">Singing of all I carry in my heart.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Guarded of dreams against all evil chance,</div> -<div class="indent">With young Adventure arm in arm I go</div> -<div class="verse">To laugh at Luck and silly Circumstance.</div> -<div class="indent">And, counting naught that comes to me my foe,</div> -<div class="indent">I change, if ’tis my whim, the winter snow</div> -<div class="verse">To blowing blossom: and by that same art</div> -<div class="indent">I fashion as I will Life’s weal and woe:</div> -<div class="verse">Singing of all I carry in my heart.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Let me go lame and lousy like a tramp</div> -<div class="indent">But feel the wind and know the moonlit sky!</div> -<div class="verse">What matter if the falling dew be damp—</div> -<div class="indent">Still is it dew! And well contented I</div> -<div class="indent">Among my dreams (in seeming poverty)</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[4]</span> -<div class="verse">Far from the cities and the noisy mart,—</div> -<div class="indent">With Life and Death—my dearest friends—to lie,</div> -<div class="verse">Singing of all I carry in my heart.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - -<div class="center"><i>Envoi.</i></div> - -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Prince of this world, high monarch of all those</div> -<div class="indent">Who deem Reality life’s better part,</div> -<div class="verse">Herewith I tweak thy crooked royal nose—</div> -<div class="indent">Singing of all I carry in my heart.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[5]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">SONG OF MINSTERWORTH PERRY</h2> -</div></div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When Noe went sailing with his crew</div> -<div class="indent">And waters covered over the earth,</div> -<div class="verse">Trees that in Eden-orchard grew</div> -<div class="indent">Got washed away to Minsterworth.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now every year they bloom again,</div> -<div class="indent">(All of the trees spread healthy root)</div> -<div class="verse">And after Summer’s shine and rain</div> -<div class="indent">We gather up the blessed fruit;</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Whereof we get a heavenly drink</div> -<div class="indent">(Two rather!) for to make us merry;</div> -<div class="verse">Oh! Cider’s one, and I do think</div> -<div class="indent">The name o’ t’other one is Perry!</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">[6]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">A GLOUCESTERSHIRE WISH AT -EASTERTIDE</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Here’s luck, my lads, while Birdlip Hill is steep:—</div> -<div class="verse">—As long as Cotswold’s high or Severn’s deep.</div> -<div class="verse">Our thoughts of you shall blossom and abide</div> -<div class="verse">While blow the orchards about Severn side:—</div> -<div class="verse">—While a round bubble like the children blow,</div> -<div class="verse">May Hill floats purple in the sunset glow.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Our prayers go up to bless you where you lie,</div> -<div class="verse">While Gloucester tower stands up against the sky</div> -<div class="verse">To write old thoughts of loveliness, and trace</div> -<div class="verse">Dead men’s long living will to give God praise:—</div> -<div class="verse">—Who of His mercy doth His Own Son give</div> -<div class="verse">This blessed morn, that you, and all, may live!</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[7]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">SONG OF THE ROAD</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Cheerily upon the road</div> -<div class="indent">Tramp we all together,</div> -<div class="verse">Bearing every one his load</div> -<div class="indent">Through the changeful weather.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To one Hope we all belong,</div> -<div class="indent">To one Fate a debtor,</div> -<div class="verse">Songs must cheer our steps along,</div> -<div class="indent">Mirth the road make better.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Wishes cannot make a horse,</div> -<div class="indent">Only beggars would ride;</div> -<div class="verse">We must meet the fairy force</div> -<div class="indent">In each sombre wood-side.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We must bravely tread the way,</div> -<div class="indent">Gaily sing together,</div> -<div class="verse">Till we reach the endless day,</div> -<div class="indent">Heaven’s golden weather.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[8]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">PIPER’S WOOD</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In Minsterworth when March is in,</div> -<div class="indent">And Spring begins to gild the days,</div> -<div class="verse">Oh! then starts up a joyous din,</div> -<div class="indent">For Piper’s Wood is full of praise,</div> -<div class="verse">Because the birds deem winter gone</div> -<div class="verse">And welcome the returning sun.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Blackbird and thrush and robin dear</div> -<div class="indent">Within that wood try over all</div> -<div class="verse">The songs they mean to shout so clear</div> -<div class="indent">Before green leaves grow red and fall;</div> -<div class="verse">And harkening in its shadows you</div> -<div class="verse">Must needs sing out of Summer too.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[9]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">BALLADE OF RIVER SAILING</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>The Dorothy</i> was very small: a boat</div> -<div class="indent">Scarce any bigger than the sort one rows</div> -<div class="verse">With oars! We got her for a five-pound note</div> -<div class="indent">At second-hand. Yet when the river flows</div> -<div class="indent">Strong to the sea, and the wind lightly blows,</div> -<div class="verse">Then see her dancing on the tide, and you’ll</div> -<div class="indent">Swear she’s the prettiest little craft that goes</div> -<div class="verse">Up-stream from Framilode to Bollopool.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Bare-footed, push her from the bank afloat,</div> -<div class="indent">(The soft warm mud comes squelching through your toes!)</div> -<div class="verse">Scramble aboard: then find an antidote</div> -<div class="indent">For every care a jaded spirit knows:</div> -<div class="indent">While round the boat the broken water crows</div> -<div class="verse">With laughter, casting pretty ridicule</div> -<div class="indent">On human life and all its little woes,</div> -<div class="verse">Up-stream from Framilode to Bollopool.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">How shall I tell you what the sunset wrote</div> -<div class="indent">Upon the outspread waters—gold and rose:</div> -<div class="verse">Or how the white sail of our little boat</div> -<div class="indent">Looks on a summer sky? The hills enclose</div> -<div class="indent">With blue solemnity: each white scar shows</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[10]</span> -<div class="verse">Clear on the quarried Cotteswolds high and cool.</div> -<div class="indent">And high and cool a fevered spirit grows</div> -<div class="verse">Up-stream from Framilode to Bollopool.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - -<div class="center"><i>Envoi.</i></div> - -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Prince, you have horses: motors, I suppose,</div> -<div class="indent">As well! At finding pleasure you’re no fool.</div> -<div class="verse">But have you got a little boat that blows</div> -<div class="indent">Up-stream from Framilode to Bollopool?</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[11]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">SONG OF MINSTERWORTH</h2> -</div></div> - -<p class="center"><i>Air</i>: “<i>The Vicar of Bray</i>”</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In olden, olden centuries</div> -<div class="indent">On Gloucester’s holy ground, sir,</div> -<div class="verse">The monks did pray and chant all day,</div> -<div class="indent">And grow exceeding round, sir;</div> -<div class="verse">And here’s the reason that they throve</div> -<div class="indent">To praise their pleasant fortune,</div> -<div class="verse">“We keep our beasts”—thus quoth the priests,</div> -<div class="indent">“In Minsterworth—that’s Mortune!”<a id="FNanchor_1" href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="indent2"><i>So this is the chorus we will sing,</i></div> -<div class="indent3"><i>And this is the spot we’ll drink to,</i></div> -<div class="indent2"><i>While blossom blows and Severn flows,</i></div> -<div class="indent3"><i>And Earth has mugs to clink to.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - -<div class="verse">Oh! there in sleepy Summer sounds</div> -<div class="indent">The drowsy drone of bees, sir,</div> -<div class="verse">And there in Winter paints the sun</div> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[12]</span><div class="indent">His patterns ’neath the trees, sir;</div> -<div class="verse">And there with merry song doth run</div> -<div class="indent">A river full of fish, sir,</div> -<div class="verse">That Thursday sees upon the flood</div> -<div class="indent">And Friday on the dish, sir.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - -<div class="indent2"><i>So this is the chorus we will sing</i></div> -<div class="indent3"><i>And this is the spot we’ll drink to,</i></div> -<div class="indent2"><i>While blossom blows and Severn flows,</i></div> -<div class="indent3"><i>And Earth has mugs to clink to.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - -<div class="verse">The jovial priests to dust are gone,</div> -<div class="indent">We cannot hear their singing;</div> -<div class="verse">But still their merry chorus-song</div> -<div class="indent">From newer lips runs ringing.</div> -<div class="verse">And we who drink the sunny air</div> -<div class="indent">And see the blossoms drifting,</div> -<div class="verse">Will sit and sing the self-same thing</div> -<div class="indent">Until the roof we’re lifting.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - -<div class="indent2"><i>So this is the chorus we will sing,</i></div> -<div class="indent3"><i>And this is the spot we’ll drink to,</i></div> -<div class="indent2"><i>While blossom blows and Severn flows,</i></div> -<div class="indent3"><i>And Earth has mugs to clink to.</i></div> -</div></div></div> - - - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_1" href="#FNanchor_1" class="label">[1]</a> The ancient name of the parish was Mortune—that -is, the village in the mere; and the name was changed -to Minsterworth early in the fourteenth century because -it belonged to the Minster or Abbey of Gloucester, and -was the Minster’s “Worth” or farm where the cattle -were kept.—F. W. H.</p> - -</div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[13]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">CRICKET: THE CATCH</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Whizzing, fierce, it came</div> -<div class="indent">Down the summer air,</div> -<div class="verse">Burning like a flame</div> -<div class="indent">On my fingers bare,</div> -<div class="verse">And it brought to me</div> -<div class="verse">As swift—a memory.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Happy days long dead</div> -<div class="indent">Clear I saw once more.</div> -<div class="verse">Childhood that is fled:—</div> -<div class="indent">Rossall on the shore,</div> -<div class="verse">Where the sea sobs wild</div> -<div class="verse">Like a homesick child.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oh, the blue bird’s fled!</div> -<div class="indent">Never man can follow.</div> -<div class="verse">Yet at times instead</div> -<div class="indent">Comes this scarlet swallow,</div> -<div class="verse">Bearing on its wings</div> -<div class="indent">(Where it skims and dips,</div> -<div class="indent">Gleaming through the slips)</div> -<div class="verse">Sweet Time-strangled things.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[14]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">WONDERS</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What magic is in common grass</div> -<div class="verse">To bring this miracle to pass?</div> -<div class="verse">That within it one should find</div> -<div class="verse">Salves to give him peace of mind?</div> -<div class="verse">—It’s very queer that garden weed</div> -<div class="verse">Should minister to my soul’s need.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What fairy in the falling rain</div> -<div class="verse">Takes the robin’s small refrain,</div> -<div class="verse">And twists it to a tiny charm</div> -<div class="verse">To keep a tempted heart from harm?</div> -<div class="verse">—It puzzles me a wild bird’s song</div> -<div class="verse">Should save my soul from doing wrong.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[15]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">TRIOLET</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">If Beauty were a mortal thing</div> -<div class="indent">That died like laughter, grief, and lust,</div> -<div class="verse">The poet would not need to sing.</div> -<div class="verse">If Beauty were a mortal thing</div> -<div class="verse">It would not wound us with its sting.</div> -<div class="indent">We should lie happy in the dust</div> -<div class="verse">If Beauty were a mortal thing</div> -<div class="indent">That died like laughter, grief, and lust.</div> -</div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[16]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">TRIOLET</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Winter has hardened all the ground,</div> -<div class="indent">But flowers are on the window-pane;</div> -<div class="verse">No others are there to be found:—</div> -<div class="verse">Winter has hardened all the ground.</div> -<div class="verse">But here, while Earth is bare and bound,</div> -<div class="indent">Bloom ghosts of those his frost has slain.</div> -<div class="verse">Winter has hardened all the ground,</div> -<div class="indent">But flowers are on the window-pane.</div> -</div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[17]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">WHAT GOD SAID</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“This be a lesson,” said Life, with a frown—</div> -<div class="indent">And knocked me down.</div> -<div class="verse">“And serve him right!” cried the goodly men,</div> -<div class="verse">While I—I picked myself up, and then</div> -<div class="verse">Went on just as I used to do.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But the good God smiled as He shook His head;</div> -<div class="indent">“It’s a troublesome child,” said He, “but yet</div> -<div class="verse">Not quite so altogether dead</div> -<div class="indent">As those solemn old fools that laughed. Don’t fret!”</div> -<div class="verse">At least, I think that’s what He said.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[18]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">TO HIS MAID</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Since above Time, upon Eternity</div> -<div class="indent">The lovely essence of true loving’s set,</div> -<div class="verse">Time shall not triumph over you and me,</div> -<div class="indent">Nor—though we pay his debt—</div> -<div class="verse">Shall Death hold mastery.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Your eyes are bright for ever. Your dark hair</div> -<div class="indent">Holds an eternal shade. Like a bright sword</div> -<div class="verse">Shall flame the vision of your strange sweet ways,</div> -<div class="indent">Cleaving the years: and even your smallest word,</div> -<div class="verse">Lying forgotten with the things that were,</div> -<div class="verse">Shall glow and kindle, burning up the days.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[19]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">BALLADE OF DAMNABLE THINGS</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I do not like a horse to throw me off.</div> -<div class="indent">I do not like the motor-bike to skid.</div> -<div class="verse">I do not like a nasty hacking cough,</div> -<div class="indent">Nor influenza. And I never did</div> -<div class="indent">Enjoy the thought of frizzling on a grid,</div> -<div class="verse">The while wee flaming devils dance and sing.</div> -<div class="indent">But short of simple Hell without the lid,</div> -<div class="verse">I think that jaundice is the damn’dest thing.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Fleas, faintness, famine, stomach-ache, the feel</div> -<div class="indent">Of flies upon your face, rats in your bed;</div> -<div class="verse">Lice, dusty roads, a blister on your heel,</div> -<div class="indent">The taste of salts, the scent of things long dead,</div> -<div class="indent">Home-sickness, chilblains, grief uncomforted,</div> -<div class="verse">A hollow tooth with cold, a hornet sting:—</div> -<div class="indent">These are unpleasant, yet when all is said</div> -<div class="verse">I think that jaundice is the damn’dest thing.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">See you the whole bright world before your eye</div> -<div class="indent">Dwindle as ugly as a wrinkled pea.</div> -<div class="verse">See Beauty, a pricked bubble: Truth, a lie:</div> -<div class="indent">Achievement, foam on muddy water. See</div> -<div class="indent">Yourself a yellow devil suddenly,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[20]</span> -<div class="verse">And all the zest of youth gone journeying—</div> -<div class="indent">See you all this, and then you will agree</div> -<div class="verse">(I think) that jaundice is the damn’dest thing.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="center"><i>Envoi.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Prince of the damned—I ransack my supplies</div> -<div class="indent">To find a fitting wish at you to fling.</div> -<div class="verse">Now may you look on Hell through yellow eyes.</div> -<div class="indent">I think that jaundice is the damn’dest thing.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[21]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">SONG OF HEALTH</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">For friends to stand beside, for foes to fight,</div> -<div class="verse">For devil’s work to break, for Wrong and Right,</div> -<div class="verse">And will (however hard) to choose between them:</div> -<div class="verse">For merry tales, no matter where you glean them:</div> -<div class="verse">Songs, stars, delight of birds, and summer roses,</div> -<div class="verse">Sunshine, wherein my friend the dog now dozes:</div> -<div class="verse">Danger—the zest of life, and Love, the lord</div> -<div class="verse">Of Life and Death: for every open word</div> -<div class="verse">Spoken in blame or praise by friend o’ mine</div> -<div class="verse">To spur me on: for old, good memories,</div> -<div class="verse">Keeping in my soul’s cellar like good wine:</div> -<div class="verse">For Truth that’s strong, and Beauty so divine:</div> -<div class="verse">For animals, and children, and for trees,</div> -<div class="verse">Both wintry-black and blossoming in white:</div> -<div class="verse">For homely gardens and for humming bees:</div> -<div class="verse">For drink, and dreams, and daisies on the sod,</div> -<div class="verse">Plain food, and fire (when it will light)—</div> -<div class="indent16">Thank God!</div> -</div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[22]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">GRATITUDE</h2> -</div></div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="indent2">Grateful—ah, yes!</div> -<div class="verse">I, who have seen</div> -<div class="verse">The larches brighten green,</div> -<div class="indent2">The orchard’s Easter dress,</div> -<div class="verse">And those red thousand poppies,</div> -<div class="verse">In wheat below the coppice:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I, who (while others lie in graves</div> -<div class="verse">Of earth, or rocked with waves),</div> -<div class="indent2">Have leave to walk</div> -<div class="indent2">And sing and talk,</div> -<div class="verse">With golden lads and girls,</div> -<div class="indent2">My friends,</div> -<div class="indent2">To all the farthest ends,</div> -<div class="verse">Whither Life whirls....</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">How can I not feel gratitude for this</div> -<div class="indent2">And other bliss,</div> -<div class="verse">Which God—dear God—hath sent,</div> -<div class="verse">For my great wonderment?</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[23]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">THE SOLDIER SPEAKS</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Within my heart I safely keep,</div> -<div class="indent">England, what things are yours:</div> -<div class="verse">Your clouds, and cloud-like flocks of sheep</div> -<div class="indent">That drift o’er windy moors.</div> -<div class="verse">Possessing naught, I proudly hold</div> -<div class="indent">Great hills and little gay</div> -<div class="verse">Hill-towns set black on sunrise-gold</div> -<div class="indent">At breaking of the day.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Though unto me you be austere</div> -<div class="indent">And loveless, darling land;</div> -<div class="verse">Though you be cold and hard, my dear,</div> -<div class="indent">And will not understand.</div> -<div class="verse">Yet have I fought and bled for you,</div> -<div class="indent">And, by that self-same sign,</div> -<div class="verse">Still must I love you, yearn to you,</div> -<div class="indent">England—how truly mine!</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[24]</span> -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">A PRESENT FROM FLANDERS</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Where dewfall and the moon</div> -<div class="verse">Make precious things,</div> -<div class="verse">On every small festoon</div> -<div class="verse">A spider slings:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Treading—like dead leaves under</div> -<div class="verse">All drifted days,</div> -<div class="verse">Happy the lovers wander</div> -<div class="verse">In Winter ways;</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">No thought of pain perplexes</div> -<div class="verse">The peace they hold;</div> -<div class="verse">No worldly sorrow vexes</div> -<div class="verse">The lovers. Gold—</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">All golden gleams the way;</div> -<div class="verse">How strange such riches</div> -<div class="verse">Drawn from rough men should be</div> -<div class="verse">Seven or eight worlds away,</div> -<div class="verse">Fighting, and carelessly,</div> -<div class="verse">Dying in ditches!</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[25]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">IF WE RETURN</h2> -</div></div> - -<p class="center">(<i>Rondeau</i>)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If we return, will England be</div> -<div class="verse">Just England still to you and me?</div> -<div class="verse">The place where we must earn our bread?</div> -<div class="verse">We, who have walked among the dead.</div> -<div class="verse">And watched the smile of agony,</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="indent">And seen the price of Liberty,</div> -<div class="indent">Which we have taken carelessly</div> -<div class="indent">From other hands. Nay, we shall dread,</div> -<div class="indent10">If we return,</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="indent">Dread lest we hold blood-guiltily</div> -<div class="indent">The things that men have died to free.</div> -<div class="indent">Oh, English fields shall blossom red</div> -<div class="indent">For all the blood that has been shed</div> -<div class="indent">By men whose guardians are we,</div> -<div class="indent10">If we return.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[26]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">A PEOPLE RENEWED</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now these like men shall live,</div> -<div class="indent">And like to princes fall.</div> -<div class="verse">They take what Fate will give</div> -<div class="indent">At this great festival.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And since at length they find</div> -<div class="indent">That life is sweet indeed,</div> -<div class="verse">They cast it on the wind</div> -<div class="indent">To serve their country’s need.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">See young “Adventure” there</div> -<div class="indent">(“Make-money-quick” that was)</div> -<div class="verse">Hurls down his gods that were</div> -<div class="indent">For Honour and the Cross!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Old “Grab-at-Gold” lies low</div> -<div class="indent">In Flanders. And again</div> -<div class="verse">(Because men will it so)</div> -<div class="indent">England is ruled by Men.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[27]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">THE AWAKENING</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At night, in dream,</div> -<div class="verse">I saw those fields round home</div> -<div class="indent3">Agleam.</div> -<div class="verse">Drenched all with dew</div> -<div class="verse">Beneath day’s newest dome</div> -<div class="indent3">Of gold and blue.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">All night—</div> -<div class="verse">All night they shone for me, and then</div> -<div class="indent3">Came light.</div> -<div class="verse">And suddenly I woke, and lovely joy!</div> -<div class="verse">I was at home, with the fields gold as when</div> -<div class="indent3">I was a boy.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<hr class="tb" /> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thus shall all men rise up at last to see,</div> -<div class="verse">Their dearest dreams golden reality.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[28]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">THE RETURN</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The unimaginable hour</div> -<div class="indent">That folds away our joys and pain</div> -<div class="verse">Holds not the spirit in its power.</div> -<div class="indent">Therefore I shall come home again</div> -<div class="verse">(Wherever my poor body lies),</div> -<div class="indent">To whisper in the summer trees</div> -<div class="verse">Upon a lazy fall and rise</div> -<div class="verse">Of wind: and in day’s red decline</div> -<div class="verse">Walk with the sun those roads of mine,</div> -<div class="indent">Then rosy with my memories.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Though you may see me not, yet hear</div> -<div class="indent">My laughter in the laughing streams,</div> -<div class="indent">My footsteps in the running rain....</div> -<div class="verse">For sake of all I counted dear</div> -<div class="indent">And visit still within my dreams</div> -<div class="indent">I shall at last come home again.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[29]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">LAND OF HEART’S DELIGHT</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Glory’s a temple open wide,</div> -<div class="indent">Content, a little shrine.</div> -<div class="verse">But Heart’s Delight is a land so bright</div> -<div class="indent">We reckon it half divine.</div> -<div class="verse">It lies wherever man has lived,</div> -<div class="indent">But wheresoe’er you find it</div> -<div class="verse">Its skies are blue with dreams come true,</div> -<div class="indent">And Heaven is just behind it.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Glory’s the universal gleam</div> -<div class="indent">Of all God gives to men.</div> -<div class="verse">Content, the little silver dream</div> -<div class="indent">He sends to one in ten.</div> -<div class="verse">But Heart’s Delight, all golden bright,</div> -<div class="indent">Is given to him alone</div> -<div class="verse">Who has hidden his heart in the deepest part</div> -<div class="indent">Of a place called Home.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[30]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">GONNEHEM</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Of Gonnehem it shall be said</div> -<div class="verse">That we arrived there late and worn</div> -<div class="verse">With marching, and were given a bed</div> -<div class="verse">Of lovely straw. And then at morn</div> -<div class="verse">On rising from deep sleep saw dangle—</div> -<div class="verse">Shining in the sun to spangle,</div> -<div class="verse">The all-blue heaven—branch loads of red</div> -<div class="verse">Bright cherries which we bought to eat,</div> -<div class="verse">Dew-wet, dawn-cool, and sunny-sweet.</div> -<div class="verse">There was a tiny court-yard too,</div> -<div class="verse">Wherein one shady walnut grew.</div> -<div class="verse">Unruffled peace the farm encloses—</div> -<div class="verse">I wonder if beneath that tree,</div> -<div class="verse">The meditating hens still be.</div> -<div class="verse">Are the white walls now gay with roses?</div> -<div class="verse">Does the small fountain yet run free?</div> -<div class="verse">I wonder if that dog still dozes....</div> -<div class="verse">Some day we must go back to see.</div> -</div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[31]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">THE REST FARM</h2> -</div></div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Into this quiet place</div> -<div class="indent">Of peace we come.</div> -<div class="verse">The War God hides his face,</div> -<div class="indent">His mouth is dumb.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">All reckless, wild decrees</div> -<div class="indent">His lips repeat,</div> -<div class="verse">Are hushed by a little breeze</div> -<div class="indent">In waving wheat.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And, like the penance-peace</div> -<div class="indent">In a heart forlorn,</div> -<div class="verse">Thrills the word of the trees—</div> -<div class="indent">The sigh of the corn.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[32]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">BALLADE OF BEELZEBUB, GOD OF -FLIES</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Some men there are will not abide a rat</div> -<div class="indent">Within their bivvy. If one chance to peep</div> -<div class="verse">At them through little beady eyes, then pat,</div> -<div class="indent">They throw a boot and rouse a mate from sleep</div> -<div class="indent">To hunt the thing, and on its head they heap</div> -<div class="verse">Curses quite inappropriate to its size.</div> -<div class="indent">I care for none of these, but broad and deep</div> -<div class="verse">I curse Beelzebub—the God of Flies.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Others may hunt the mouse with bayonet bright,</div> -<div class="indent">And beard the glittering beetle in his lair,</div> -<div class="verse">And fill the arches of the ancient night</div> -<div class="indent">With clamour, if a stolid toad should stare</div> -<div class="indent">Sleepily forth from the snug corner where</div> -<div class="verse">They fain would rest. But I will sympathize</div> -<div class="indent">With beetle, rat, and toad. I have no care.</div> -<div class="verse">I curse Beelzebub—the God of Flies.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The tiny gnats they swarm in many a cloud,</div> -<div class="indent">To tangle their small limbs within my hair</div> -<div class="verse">And sting. The blood-flies dart: and buzzing loud</div> -<div class="indent">Blue-bottles draw mad patterns on the air.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[33]</span> -<div class="indent">The house-flies creep, and, what is hard to bear,</div> -<div class="verse">Feed on the poison papers advertise,</div> -<div class="indent">And rub their hands with relish of such fare!</div> -<div class="verse">I curse Beelzebub—the God of Flies.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="center"><i>Envoi.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Prince—Clown of Europe—others shall make haste</div> -<div class="indent">To call damnation on your limbs and eyes.</div> -<div class="verse">Spending good oaths upon you were a waste:</div> -<div class="indent">I curse Beelzebub—the God of Flies.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[34]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">TO THE KAISER</h2> -</div></div> - - -<p class="center">(<i>Confidentially</i>)</p> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I met a man—a refugee,</div> -<div class="indent">And he was blind in both his eyes, sir.</div> -<div class="verse">And in his pate</div> -<div class="indent">A silver plate</div> -<div class="verse">(’Twas rather comical to see!)</div> -<div class="indent">Shone where the bone skull used to be</div> -<div class="verse">Before your shrapnel struck him, Kaiser.</div> -<div class="indent">Shattering in the self-same blast</div> -<div class="verse">(Blind as a tyrant in his dotage),</div> -<div class="indent">The foolish wife</div> -<div class="verse">Who risked her life,</div> -<div class="indent">As peasants will do till the last,</div> -<div class="verse">Clinging to one small Belgian cottage.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That was their home. The whining child</div> -<div class="verse">Beside him in the railway carriage</div> -<div class="verse">Was born there, and</div> -<div class="indent">The little land</div> -<div class="verse">Around it (now untilled and wild),</div> -<div class="indent">Was brought him by his wife on marriage.</div> -<div class="verse">The child was whining for its mother,</div> -<div class="indent">And interrupting half he said, sir.</div> -<div class="verse">I’ll never see the pair again....</div> -<div class="indent">Nor they the mother that lies dead, sir.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[35]</span> -<div class="verse">That’s all—a foolish tale, not worth</div> -<div class="indent">The ear of noble lord or Kaiser.</div> -<div class="verse">A man un-named,</div> -<div class="indent">By shrapnel maimed,</div> -<div class="verse">Wife slain, home levelled to the earth—</div> -<div class="indent">That’s all. You see no point? Nor I, sir.</div> -<div class="verse">Yet on the day you come to die, sir,</div> -<div class="indent">When all your war dreams cease to be,</div> -<div class="verse">Perchance will rise</div> -<div class="indent">Before your eyes</div> -<div class="verse">(Piercing your hollow heart, Sir Kaiser!)</div> -<div class="indent">The picture that I chanced to see,</div> -<div class="verse">Riding (we’ll say) from A to B.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[36]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">ROBERT HERRICK SOLILOQUIZES -ON THE C.O.</h2> -</div></div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">A sweet disorder in the dress</div> -<div class="verse">Kindles in him small kindliness.</div> -<div class="verse">My slack puttees him oft have thrown</div> -<div class="verse">Into a fine distraction.</div> -<div class="verse">An erring lace he cannot bear,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor the neglected, flowing hair.</div> -<div class="verse">Did he command that splendid force</div> -<div class="verse">The W.V.T.C., of course,</div> -<div class="verse">He’d see they dressed with careful art,</div> -<div class="verse">Very precise in every part.</div> -<div class="verse">And would, I’m certain, never dote</div> -<div class="verse">On the tempestuous petticoat.</div> -</div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[37]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">THE THREE PADRES</h2> -</div></div> - -<p class="center">(<i>Acrostics</i>)</p> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>R. C. Chaplain.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="indent2">Pale-faced, brown-eyed, slight,</div> -<div class="indent4">Upon a lanky bay</div> -<div class="indent2">Rides this modern knight</div> -<div class="indent4">Down rain-beat road to-day;</div> -<div class="indent2">In a little broken shrine</div> -<div class="indent2">Emptying out the blessed wine.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Wesleyan Chaplain.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="indent2">Much loved by all who know you,</div> -<div class="indent4">Especially you seem</div> -<div class="indent2">Envied for smiles that show you</div> -<div class="indent4">Kindness in a gleam.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Church of England Chaplain.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="indent2">Helm of our literary ship,</div> -<div class="indent4">Editor of this Gazette,<a id="FNanchor_2" href="#Footnote_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a></div> -<div class="indent2">Luck be yours, although you whip</div> -<div class="indent4">My muse into an awful sweat.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_2" href="#FNanchor_2" class="label">[2]</a> <i>Fifth Gloucester Gazette.</i> See Introduction.</p> - -</div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[38]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">WALT WHITMAN DESCRIBES -MAJOR W.</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nonchalantly he stands</div> -<div class="verse">On every step of life</div> -<div class="verse">Tapping his legging.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">It is just the same</div> -<div class="verse">Whether we’re expecting</div> -<div class="verse">A Boche attack</div> -<div class="verse">Or Church Parade.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nothing flusters him. Men</div> -<div class="verse">Confidently go</div> -<div class="verse">To do his bidding:</div> -<div class="verse">While he stands there</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Revolving stunts;</div> -<div class="verse">And nonchalantly</div> -<div class="verse">Tapping his legging.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[39]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">SERGEANT FINCH</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He’s a popular sergeant, you bet,</div> -<div class="indent">For he’ll rough it along with his men,</div> -<div class="verse">And start up a song in the wet</div> -<div class="indent">To set ’em all smiling again.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">His stories are naughty, I’m told,</div> -<div class="indent">His voice has a sonorous sound;</div> -<div class="verse">But the envy of all who behold</div> -<div class="indent">Is the way that his puttees are wound.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Blue-eyed, debonair, with a hat</div> -<div class="indent">Cocked sideways the eighth of an inch,</div> -<div class="verse">He’s sparrow-like: but for all that</div> -<div class="indent">The name in his pay-book is Finch.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[40]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">C COMPANY COOK</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">“Do you want j-jam on it?” he’d say,</div> -<div class="indent">Twirling a red moustache.</div> -<div class="verse">We chaffed him over rations every day,</div> -<div class="indent">“Say, is this tea or hash?”</div> -<div class="verse">“Jim, tell us, do,</div> -<div class="verse">Why you put sugar in the blooming stew.”</div> -<div class="verse">“—And there’s a heap o’ coal in this—not half!...”</div> -<div class="indent">To all our chaff</div> -<div class="verse">“Do you want j-jam on it?” he’d say.</div> -</div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[41]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">EPITAPH</h2> -</div></div> - -<p class="center">(<i>T. D.</i>, 13/3/16)</p> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">A shallow trench for one so tall!</div> -<div class="verse">“Heads down”—no need for that old call</div> -<div class="indent">Beneath the upturned sod.</div> -<div class="verse">Safe lies his body, never fret,</div> -<div class="verse">Behind that crumpled parapet,</div> -<div class="verse">And over all this wind and wet</div> -<div class="indent">His soul sits safe with God.</div> -</div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[42]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">SONNET</h2> -</div></div> - -<p class="center">(<i>To H. M.</i>)</p> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Him, the gods, loving, took while life was young....</div> -<div class="verse">Say rather (clinging to a wiser creed)</div> -<div class="verse">God took, and suddenly on wings of speed</div> -<div class="verse">Bore to the utter quietness far flung</div> -<div class="verse">Of fields Elysian where the horrid tongue</div> -<div class="verse">Of battle is not. For He knew his need</div> -<div class="verse">Better than those who knew him well indeed,</div> -<div class="verse">Loving him best. Above his grave is rung</div> -<div class="verse">The death-bell of all things which hurt the sense</div> -<div class="verse">And vex the mind and plague the soul of man,</div> -<div class="verse">Tingeing the rainbow colours of his best</div> -<div class="verse">Dreams drably: and hath cried a voice, “Go hence!</div> -<div class="verse">Old Angel Time, to weary whom you can,</div> -<div class="verse">The while my well-beloved child hath rest.”</div> -</div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[43]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">THE FIRST SPRING DAY</h2> -</div></div> - -<p class="center">(<i>To A. E. S.</i>)</p> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We laid you fast in frozen clay</div> -<div class="verse">When Winter had enchained the land.</div> -<div class="verse">(Lad, was it but three weeks to-day?)</div> -<div class="verse">And now comes Springtime’s messenger with golden tidings in his hand.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A mist blows off the thawing earth,</div> -<div class="verse">And drips from every budding tree,</div> -<div class="verse">The springs are loosed, and mad with mirth</div> -<div class="verse">Run lisping in the fallen leaves, or laughing in the sunlight free.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oh you who loved the song so well,</div> -<div class="verse">Do you not hear the throstle’s note?</div> -<div class="verse">Nor heed the lovesome light that fell</div> -<div class="verse">As warm five thousand years ago, when Solomon, the wise king, wrote?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Sweet,” wrote he. Yes, the light is sweet!</div> -<div class="verse">And maddening sweet to walk in Spring:</div> -<div class="verse">Yet is the pleasure incomplete—</div> -<div class="verse">How should the living understand the melodies that dead throats sing?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thinker and poet clutch in vain</div> -<div class="verse">The secret of a laughing rill,</div> -<div class="verse">And Shakespeare’s self could never gain</div> -<div class="verse">The message blown so mockingly by trumpet of a daffodil.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[44]</span> -<div class="verse">Dear lad, for you I will not call,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor let a foolish dread be born.</div> -<div class="verse">A thousand years is still too small</div> -<div class="verse">To learn the secrets you must learn, ere you arise on Doomsday morn.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For you have set your ear to earth</div> -<div class="verse">To list the growing of the flowers:</div> -<div class="verse">And catch the strains of Death and Birth:</div> -<div class="verse">And take the honey that is stored by all the flitting bee-like hours.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And you must put to memory</div> -<div class="verse">The silver music of the stars</div> -<div class="verse">That raineth down so silently,</div> -<div class="verse">And all the mighty harmony scrolled on the sky in glittering bars.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The music that no man can make,</div> -<div class="verse">The colours that he cannot see,</div> -<div class="verse">These out of darkness you shall take</div> -<div class="verse">And nourish up your growing soul with manna of their mystery.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And then when you awake again</div> -<div class="verse">(And I have slept a little too),</div> -<div class="verse">How we shall rise to pace anew</div> -<div class="verse">An earth—where every dream is true, and nothing is unknown but pain.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[45]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">DEFIANCE</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">I saw the orchards whitening</div> -<div class="verse">To Easter in late Lent.</div> -<div class="verse">Now struck of hell’s own lightning</div> -<div class="verse">With branches broken and bent</div> -<div class="verse">Behold the tall trees rent:—</div> -<div class="verse">Beaten with iron rain!</div> -<div class="verse">And ever in my brain</div> -<div class="verse">To every shell that’s sent</div> -<div class="verse">Sounds back this small refrain:—</div> -<div class="verse">“You foolish shells, come kill me,</div> -<div class="verse">Blacken my limbs with flame:</div> -<div class="verse">I saw the English orchards</div> -<div class="verse">(And so may die content)</div> -<div class="verse">All white before I came!”</div> -</div></div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[46]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">THE ORCHARDS, THE SEA, AND -THE GUNS</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Of sounds which haunt me, these</div> -<div class="indent3">Until I die</div> -<div class="verse">Shall live. First the trees,</div> -<div class="verse">Swaying and singing in the moonless night.</div> -<div class="verse">(The wind being wild)</div> -<div class="indent3">And I</div> -<div class="verse">A wakeful child,</div> -<div class="verse">That lay and shivered with a strange delight.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Second—less sweet but thrilling as the first—</div> -<div class="indent">The midnight roar</div> -<div class="indent">Of waves upon the shore</div> -<div class="indent">Of Rossall dear:</div> -<div class="indent">The rhythmic surge and burst</div> -<div class="indent">(The gusty rain</div> -<div class="indent">Flung on the pane!)</div> -<div class="indent">I loved to hear.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="indent">And now another sound</div> -<div class="indent">Wilder than wind or sea,</div> -<div class="indent">When on the silent night</div> -<div class="indent2">I hear resound</div> -<div class="indent2">In mad delight</div> -<div class="indent2">The guns....</div> -<div class="indent">They bark the whole night through;</div> -<div class="indent2">And though I fear,</div> -<div class="indent2">Knowing what work they do,</div> -<div class="indent">I somehow thrill to hear.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[47]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">DYING IN SPRING</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lo, now do I behold</div> -<div class="verse">Sunshine and greenery</div> -<div class="verse">And Death together rolled—</div> -<div class="verse">Yet not in mockery.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Life was a faithful friend;</div> -<div class="verse">Shall I make other of that dark brother</div> -<div class="verse">Whom God doth send?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My dear companions—you</div> -<div class="verse">That have been more to me</div> -<div class="verse">Than grief or gaiety—</div> -<div class="verse">This sure is true:</div> -<div class="verse">That we shall meet once more beyond Death’s door,</div> -<div class="verse">Again be merry friends</div> -<div class="verse">Where friendship never ends.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[48]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">VICTORY</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Whether you shall see it, or I,</div> -<div class="verse">We cannot tell</div> -<div class="verse">Now. And it doesn’t matter.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For ’twill come when Hell</div> -<div class="verse">Is covered, and the batter</div> -<div class="verse">Of guns fades:—Victory!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Remember then, you who have fellowed the dead—</div> -<div class="verse">Though the worst loudest last</div> -<div class="verse">Thunder before the sun—</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Remember—though the Hun</div> -<div class="verse">And his brute power has passed—</div> -<div class="verse">There are more wars to be won!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oh! while life’s Life, to all Eternity:—</div> -<div class="verse">Brothers, press on! Go On To <span class="smcap">Victory</span>!</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[49]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">DEATH THE REVEALER</h2> -</div></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Within this dim five-windowed house of sense</div> -<div class="indent2">I watch through coloured glass</div> -<div class="indent">The shapes that pass.</div> -<div class="verse">Soon must I journey hence</div> -<div class="verse">To meet the great winds of the outer world,</div> -<div class="indent2">And see</div> -<div class="indent">(When God has turned the key)</div> -<div class="verse">The true and terrible colours of His scheme</div> -<div class="indent2">Which now I dream.</div> -</div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[50]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">F. W. H.</h2> -</div></div> - -<p class="center">(<i>A Portrait</i>)</p> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A thick-set, dark-haired, dreamy little man,</div> -<div class="indent2">Uncouth to see,</div> -<div class="verse">Revolving ever this preposterous plan—</div> -<div class="verse">Within a web of words spread cunningly</div> -<div class="verse">To tangle Life—no less,</div> -<div class="verse">(Could he expect success!)</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Of Life, he craves not much, except to watch.</div> -<div class="indent2">Being forced to act,</div> -<div class="verse">He walks behind himself, as if to catch</div> -<div class="verse">The motive:—an accessory to the fact,</div> -<div class="verse">Faintly amused, it seems,</div> -<div class="verse">Behind his dreams.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yet hath he loved the vision of this world,</div> -<div class="indent2">And found it good:</div> -<div class="verse">The Faith, the fight ’neath Freedom’s flag unfurled,</div> -<div class="verse">The friends, the fun, the army-brotherhood.</div> -<div class="verse">But faery-crazed or worse</div> -<div class="verse">He twists it all to verse!</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[51]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="nobreak">POETRY</h2> -</div></div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The poems of Earth are lived,</div> -<div class="indent">Not scratched with the dirty pen.</div> -<div class="verse">They are writ in the sense of things</div> -<div class="indent">And sung in the hearts of men.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sensuous strains of Spring</div> -<div class="indent">Pouring in silver flood,</div> -<div class="verse">Summer’s golden delight</div> -<div class="indent">Warming the waiting blood.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Colour, and scent, and sound</div> -<div class="indent">Of all the changing year:—</div> -<div class="verse">These are the poems of Earth</div> -<div class="indent">Which every man must hear.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sorrow, and pain, and love,</div> -<div class="indent">Joy, and fear, and regret:—</div> -<div class="verse">These are the burning poems</div> -<div class="indent">That all our hearts beget.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">These are the poems of Earth</div> -<div class="indent">That every man must pen:</div> -<div class="verse">Which you and I make up</div> -<div class="indent">And straight forget again.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[52]</span> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<h2 class="center">PROSE POEMS</h2> - - - -<h3>1. HEAVEN</h3> - -<p>“Take me, then,” he said to the angel, “upon -this great journey to Heaven.”</p> - -<p>The angel touched his eyelids.</p> - -<p>“Where, then, is Hell?” asked the man.</p> - -<p>The spirit pointed out a bored-looking man -quite near the throne.</p> - -<p>“But he is in Heaven,” protested the mortal.</p> - -<p>“Even so, but he does not know it,” replied -the angel.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[53]</span></p> - - -<h3>2. THE MOTH</h3> - -<p>“It is the brightness of God!” exclaimed the -moth, beholding the candle.</p> - -<p>“But it will scorch you worse than Hell’s -fire,” warned a friendly insect.</p> - -<p>“What matter that?” shouted the moth. -“It is the brightness of God!”</p> - -<p>Then it flew into the flame and was shrivelled.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[54]</span></p> - - -<h3>3. THE ARTIST</h3> - -<p>“I am tired of failing!” said the Artist, and -he ripped up the picture with his penknife.</p> - -<p>“Now he will remember my love!” thought -the woman, and she smiled. But when the -Artist saw the smile on her face, he took his -brushes and made a picture of it, and the love of -the woman was forgotten.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[55]</span></p> - - -<h3>4. THE WINDOW GLASS</h3> - -<p>Against the dark glass shone like a flower the -mouth of his beloved. But in vain he pressed -lips of fire upon the panes—in vain!</p> - -<p>“Then, since Love may not melt,” cried he, -“shatter, O Death!”</p> - -<p>God broke the window with His fist.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[56]</span></p> - - -<h3>5. IN THE FIELD OF TIME</h3> - -<p>In the field of Time, at the end of the path of -daisies, grow flaming poppies, taking the eye -more readily than the flowers of gold and white.</p> - -<p>But a man, looking at some he had plucked to -wear, discovered (formed by the inside shape and -hue of the petals) a black cross at the bottom of -every scarlet cup, and cast them from him.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[57]</span></p> - - -<h3>6. BLUE GRASS</h3> - -<p>“Is not this the mountain of blue grass?” -asked the stranger. “Why is the grass as green -as in our common meadows?”</p> - -<p>“It was never any other colour,” said the -native.</p> - -<p>“It looked blue from afar,” protested the -traveller, “and I have journeyed a long and -difficult way to find it.”</p> - -<p>“You had better have stayed at home,” -answered the native.</p> - -<p>“No,” returned the stranger, with a sad smile, -“I had better have come, but now I will go -home. The grass there has become blue.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[58]</span></p> - - -<h3>7. THE POET</h3> - -<p>“What is that lovely thing you have in your -heart? Why do you not sing of it?” asked the -Muse.</p> - -<p>“I have not yet lost it,” answered the Poet.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[59]</span></p> - - -<h3>8. SORROW</h3> - -<p>The lean dagger had gone into the Poet’s -heart.</p> - -<p>Shuddering, he plucked it free, lest he should -die. And then—by magic—it became in his hand -a shining sword fit to smite down the sorrow of -the world.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[60]</span></p> - - -<h3>9. THE MIRACLE</h3> - -<p>Why has the Earth taken on a new significance?</p> - -<p>Why is the smoking mist now white music, -and the world’s architecture more wonderful -than a fine cathedral?</p> - -<p>It is something that has happened in your -heart.</p> - -<p>Perhaps (I do not know) you have learnt to -hate yourself or to love a fellow-being.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[61]</span></p> - - -<h3>10. FAITH</h3> - -<p> -Why am I so many men?<br /> -It is because you have not Faith.<br /> -<br /> -What is Faith?<br /> -Faith is a fire.<br /> -<br /> -But how does a man come by it?<br /> -Perhaps God gives it him.<br /> -</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[62]</span></p> - - -<h3>11. TIME—THE HORSE</h3> - -<p>Whither does Time trot us? And is moonlight -brightening the harness buckles as when children -play beneath the rugs, guessing “Where are -we?” and father drives home—home—beneath -the stars?</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[63]</span></p> - - -<h3>12. THE REBUILDING OF REALITY</h3> - -<p>“Behold the sunshine, the green earth, the -shining sea!” shouted my Eyes.</p> - -<p>Said Heart: “Oh, I cannot; the realities I -knew are gone! Death’s shadow is upon all -this.”</p> - -<p>“Well, it is yours to create realities anew,” -smiled Death. “Hitherto (like the rest) you -seem to have done it badly.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[64]</span></p> - - -<h3>13. 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