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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: Farewell - -Author: F. W. Harvey - -Release Date: October 16, 2021 [eBook #66550] - -Language: English - -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 FAREWELL *** - - - - - -FAREWELL - - - - -BY THE SAME AUTHOR - - - A GLOUCESTERSHIRE LAD AT HOME AND ABROAD. - [_Sixth Impression._ - - GLOUCESTERSHIRE FRIENDS: Poems from a German Prison Camp. - [_Third Impression._ - - DUCKS, AND OTHER VERSES. - - COMRADES IN CAPTIVITY: A Record of Life in Seven German Prisons. - Illustrated by C. E. B. Bernard. - - - SIDGWICK & JACKSON, LTD. - - - - - FAREWELL - - BY - F. W. HARVEY - - AUTHOR OF “A GLOUCESTERSHIRE LAD” - “GLOUCESTERSHIRE FRIENDS” - ETC., ETC. - - LONDON - SIDGWICK & JACKSON, LTD. - 1921 - - - - -PREFACE - - -In spite of all the soulful utterances of people comfortably off, -economic independence remains the first condition of happiness. - -This is not to say that people aren’t great fools for preferring law to -literature. It is rather to imply that a poet who can do both is a fool -if _he_ does not. - -I am not a fool. - - Farewell! - - F. W. H. - - - - -ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS - - -The author desires to acknowledge gratefully permissions to reprint -certain of these poems granted by the editors of _The Spectator_, _The -Athenæum_, _The London Mercury_, _The Nation_, _The Woman’s Leader_, -_The Gloucestershire Chronicle_ and _The Gloucestershire Journal_. - - - - -CONTENTS - - - PAGE - - PREFACE 5 - - - NATURE POEMS - - PRAYERS: I. 11 - - ” II. 12 - - ” III. 13 - - ” IV. 14 - - THE HOLLOW LAND 15 - - ON BIRDLIP 16 - - OUT OF THE CITY 17 - - A SONG 18 - - MAY-FLOOD 18 - - BIG THINGS AND SMALL 19 - - AFTER LONG WANDERING 20 - - THE MOON 22 - - THE WIND’S GRIEF 23 - - A WINDY NIGHT 24 - - RIDDLE CUM RUDDLE 25 - - GLOUCESTERSHIRE FROM THE TRAIN 26 - - LASSINGTON 27 - - JEALOUSY 28 - - ELVERS 29 - - JOHN HELPS 32 - - - LOVE POEMS - - THE GOLDEN SNAKE 33 - - IN A CATHEDRAL 34 - - THE LANTHORN 35 - - SONNET: “MY NATIVE LAND IS ONLY WHERE YOU ARE” 36 - - SINCE I HAVE LOVED 37 - - SAFETY 38 - - HAPPY SINGING 39 - - SONG 40 - - IDENTITY 41 - - JUNE 42 - - SONNET: “THAT DEATH SHALL TAKE AND SLAY ME MATTERS NOT” 43 - - SONNET: “BUT NOW SINCE DEATH HATH CERTAIN DATE” 44 - - “LOCAL FATALITIES ARE REPORTED” 45 - - MY JOY 46 - - THE WATCHING MOON 46 - - HARVEST HOME 47 - - - POEMS OF REFLECTION - - EXPERIMENTS IN VERS LIBRE 48 - - THE PHILOSOPHER VISITS THE NIGHT CLUB 50 - - MISERERE DOMINE 52 - - NOW, IF I WERE RICH 53 - - THE RABBLE FATES--TO HELL WITH THEM! 54 - - THE LAUGHTER OF LITTLE BABIES 55 - - PETITION TO THE ALMIGHTY 56 - - LAST WORD 57 - - VANITY OF VANITIES 58 - - TRIOLET: “FLESH TRIUMPHS AWHILE” 61 - - FIRE (REVISED VERSION) 62 - - THE LIFE THAT’S UNDER THE GROUND 66 - - EPITAPH 67 - - INVOCATION--AND REPLY 68 - - MADNESS 70 - - GLOUCESTERSHIRE MEN 71 - - BALLADE OF GLOUCESTERSHIRE TOWNS 72 - - LUCKY 74 - - CAROL 75 - - GOD’S BEAUTY IN THE SKY 76 - - THE LOST WORLD 77 - - - PROSE POEMS - - DAWN 78 - - THE VISIBLE WORLD 78 - - FUEL 78 - - BLOW, INVISIBLE MOUTHS! 78 - - ANGRY LOVER 79 - - HOME 79 - - LOVE SONG 79 - - THE WINDOW 80 - - BROTHERS 80 - - HOLY BROTHERHOOD 80 - - - - -_NATURE POEMS_ - - - - -PRAYERS - - -I - -THAT MY EYES MAY BE MADE TO SEE - - God of bright colours: rainbows, peacocks, - And the shot-silk gleam of springing - Wind-shaken wheat - On rolling red-ribbed Earth: - Thou Who dost bring to birth - From out the womb - Of darkness golden flowers, - Filling the hollows - With daffodils in March, - Cowslips in April, - Dog-roses in May, - Who in the smouldering forest - Makes the huge - Red flare of Autumn: - God of all the colours - On Earth, and hues (too bright for mortal eyes) - In Paradise-- - Unblind me to Thy glory, - That I may see! - - -II - -THAT MY SOUL MAY BE SET TO DANCE - - God of light dancing: - Waves and ripples - In foam and forest, - And shadows under leaves, - Lambs leaping, prancing, - Horses, dragon-flies, - Stars ... - Thou Whose eye perceives - How and in what dream-ecstasy tall reeds - Shake out brown hair and sway - Like dusky girls - Tranced in an Indian air; - Who knowest the way - Of clouds - Which glide o’er blue unflowered fields, - Scattering shadows - On golden meadows - And fields of dancing daisies: - Teach me, O Lord, - The rhythm of that joy which is Thy mind! - Make my soul dance! - - -III - -THAT I MAY BE TAUGHT THE GESTURE OF HEAVEN - - God of the steadfast line, - Who laid the curving Cotswolds on the sky: - God of the hills, - And of the lonely hollows in the hills, - And of the cloudy nipples of the mountains: - Teach me thy passionate austerity! - God of elm twigs - And of all winter trees - Etched ebony on sunset, or bright silver - Upon hard morning heavens; - Cunning shaper of ferns, - And ferns which whitely gleam on frosty windows - And snow-flakes: - God of the naked body beautifully snatched - To some swift-gestured loveliness of Heaven: - Master - Of stars, - And all beneath most passionately curbed - In Form: catch up my sprawling soul and fix it - In gesture of its lost divinity! - - -IV - -THAT I MAY BE GIVEN FELLOWSHIP OF ANGELS AND A HAPPY HEART - - God of fine fellowship in heaven and earth, - O let me share - A little of the gaiety of saints. - Sometimes let angels carelessly with robins - Sing in these Minsterworth trees. - Teach me that mirth, - Give me that happy heart, hating the thin - Blasphemous gravity of wicked men. - - - - -THE HOLLOW LAND - - - Elms on the marbled sky - Walling this hollow land, - Write something black that I - Find hard to understand. - - Belshazzar in his hall, - Belshazzar and those lords - Saw suddenly on the wall - Great crooked words: - - A doom, a doom of fear ... - Something our hearts forget - Is mighty still and near - To claim his debt. - - Behold before it falls-- - Behold the mighty hand - Of Nature on the walls - Of the hollow land! - - - - -ON BIRDLIP - - - I’ve tramped a score of miles to-day - And now on Cotswold stand, - Wondering if in any way - Their owners understand - How all those little gold fields I see - And the great green woods beyond - Have given themselves to me, to me - Who own not an inch of land. - - Because I loved with deep desire, - Wooing all as I walked, - This noble country by tree and spire - Taught (as if music talked) - How Beauty is never bought or sold, - But freely given to them - Who worship more than crowns of gold - Her dew-bright diadem. - - _Now_ all that under open heaven - I see of arable - Or pasture land to me is given, - As runs the parable-- - “To him that hath not----” Even so, - For all we love is ours - While the little streams of Cotswold flow, - Swaying forget-me-not flowers. - - - - -OUT OF THE CITY - - - Here in the ring of the hills, - Under a cloudy sky, - Content at last I lie - Where Peace o’erspills - Like a cool rain which giveth - This brave daisy scent - And wine of sacrament - Whereby he liveth. - - The big hooters may howl, - Men quarrel, whistles screech, - I will hear only the speech - Of my forgotten soul, - Which is the speech of trees, - Soft yet of clarity - And brimmed with verity - And all gay peace. - - - - -A SONG - - - O, Cranham ways are steep and green - And Cranham woods are high, - And if I was that black rook, - It’s there that I would fly. - - But since I’m here in London town, - A silly walking man; - I’ll make this song and caw it - As loudly as I can. - - - - -MAY-FLOOD - - - Now the Spring’s cold - Foam-crested waves, the bright - Hedges, delay - To break and quench the light - Of golden fields with spray - Of hawthorn. As of old - Men saw the steep - Walls of the Red Sea round them, - Quiet sheep - Watch the wild hedge forbear to drown them. - - - - -BIG THINGS AND SMALL - - - This spinning spark in space--our Earth and all - Its vast envelopment of ancient night-- - Is not a wonder greater or less than the white - Blossom now in the orchards, soon to fall. - - And let men learn the secret of that bloom - And all its beauty’s wonder, they shall know - Life to the core; and they with God may go - To make a daisy or the day of doom. - - - - -AFTER LONG WANDERING - - - I will go back to Gloucestershire, - To the spot where I was born, - To the talk at eve with men and women - And song on the roads at morn. - And I’ll sing as I tramp by dusty hedges - Or drink my ale in the shade - How Gloucestershire is the finest home - That the Lord God ever made. - - First I will go to the ancient house - Where Doomsday book was planned, - And cool my body and soul in shade - Of pillars huge which stand - Where the organ echoes thunder-like - Its paean of triumph and praise - In a temple lovely as ever the love - Of Beauty’s God did raise. - - Gargoyles will thrust out heads to hearken, - A frozen forest of stone - Echo behind me as I pass - Out of the shadow alone - To buzz and bustle of Barton Fair - And its drifting droves of sheep, - To find three miles away the village - Where I will sleep. - - Minsterworth, queen of riverside places - (Save Framilode, who can vie?), - To her I’ll go when day has dwindled - And the light low in the sky; - And my troubles shall fall from me, a bundle, - And youth come back again, - Seeing the smoke of her houses and hearing - The talk of Minsterworth men. - - I’ll drink my perry and sing my song - Of home and home again, - Pierced with the old miraculous pleasure - Keen as sharpest pain; - And if I rise to sing on the morrow - Or if I die in my bed, - ’Tis all the same: I’ll be home again, - And happy alive or dead. - - - - -THE MOON - - - What have you not seen, - Old White-face, looking down - Since the heavens were hollowed out - And winds were blown? - - You saw white Helen - On the walls of Troy Town, - You silvered dew on the ruin - When Troy shook down. - - Ulysses you saw - And the strange seas that bore him; - But all he wandered to see - You had seen before him. - - Bodies black and yellow, - Gold tresses and brown, - The brown earth covers them ... - And you look down. - - - - -THE WIND’S GRIEF - - - The wind is grieving. Over what old woe - Howls it as though - Its very heart would break?-- - The roving wind who merrily did make - A song all day in woods and meadows gay - Grieves in the night. - - Is it for olden evil it hath done - ’Neath moon and sun - Since first it roved the world? - Brave trees uprooted, ships and sailors hurled - To stormy death? or for the passing breath - Of flowers bright? - - - - -A WINDY NIGHT - - - The rain is done; and a great wind, - Filling the hollow night, - He shouts like a boy in an archway - And whistles with all his might. - - He has blown the sky empty, - Except for the little stout - Stars, and they are flickering - As if they might go out. - - All the black trees are crying; - The night is full of noise; - They are shouting under the arch of heaven - Like a school of rowdy boys. - - - - -RIDDLE CUM RUDDLE - - - The wains be unloaded, the ricks be in stack-- - Riddle cum Ruddle, the harvest’s whoam; - An’ varmer be merry, an’ me an’ Jack - Sing Riddle cum Ruddle, the harvest’s whoam. - - There’s wuts for the horses and hay for the cow-- - Riddle cum Ruddle, the harvest’s whoam; - And wheat for bread, and barley for brew-- - Sing Riddle cum Ruddle, the harvest’s whoam - - Young randy lovers may praise the Spring-- - Riddle cum Ruddle, the harvest’s whoam; - But this be the time ver to dance and sing - Riddle cum Ruddle! - Riddle cum Ruddle! - Riddle cum Ruddle! - The harvest’s whoam! - - - - -GLOUCESTERSHIRE FROM THE TRAIN - - - The golden fields wheel round-- - Their spokes, green hedges; - And at the galloping sound - Of the train, from watery sedges - Arise familiar birds. - - Pools brown, and blue, and green, - Criss-crossed with shadows, - Flash by, and in between - Gloucestershire meadows - Lie speckled red with herds. - - A little flying farm, - With humped grey back - Against the rays that warm - To gold a last-year stack, - Like a friendly cat appears; - - And so through gloom and gleam - Continues dwindling, - While in my heart a dream - Of home awakes to kindling - Fire, and falling tears. - - - - -LASSINGTON - - - To Lassington the priests went out - From Gloucester long ago - To worship oaks and fool about - With mistletoe. - - Now after twenty centuries - Still men and girls do go - Lassington way. To worship trees? - You ask,--ah no! - - They laugh the magic boughs beneath, - Catch hands, and kiss the while: - And the dead Druids grind their teeth - Below, or smile - - To see (ah, fair beneath the bough - The fretted moonlight lies!) - How readily come the victims now - To sacrifice. - - How, robed in moonlight’s ancient gold, - Another god doth reign, - Tormenting men as did their old - Grey gods of Pain. - - - - -JEALOUSY - - - On Zunday marn dro’ varmer’s wheat - I zeed the print and track o’ veet: - If I’d a had a rook-gun then - They vaur veet would’n a walked again. - - Two on ’em--they o’ the larger zize-- - I coulden praperly reckernize. - Two wer the purty-printed veet - O’ Molly--zo valse as she be sweet. - - I hadn’t no bird-gun: zo it fell - As I maun laugh--ho, ho!--and tell - Here in a pub at the end o’ the street - O’ the winding--ha! ha!--o’ they vaur veet. - - But may the zoul o’ him as wore - They hob-nails roast vor evermore; - And the veet wi’ the instep’s purty curve - May both on ’em get what um deserve! - - - - -ELVERS - - - Up the Severn River from Lent to Eastertide - Millions and millions of slithy elvers glide, - Millions, billions of glassy bright - Little wormy fish, - Chewed-string fish, - Slithery dithery fish, - In the dead of the night. - - Up the gleaming river miles and miles along - Lanterns burn yellow: old joke and song - Echo as fishermen dip down a slight - Wide frail net, - Gauzy white net, - Strong long net - In the water bright. - - From the Severn river at daybreak come - Hundreds of happy fishermen home - With bags full of elvers: perhaps that’s why - We all love Lent, - Lean mean Lent, - Fishy old Lent, - When the elvers fry. - - When elvers fry for breakfast with egg chopped small - And bacon from the side that’s hung upon the wall. - When the dish is on the table how the children shout - “O, what funny fish, - Wormy squirmy fish, - Weeny white fish, - Our mother’s dishing out!” - - Eels have a flavour (and a baddish one) of oil. - “When we have shuffled _down_ their mortal coil, - What dreams may come!” what horrid nightmares neigh, - Gallop or squat, - Trample or trot, - Vanishing not - Till break of day! - - “Never start nothing,” says the motto in our pub: - “It might lead to summat”: that’s (as Shakespeare said) the rub! - So I’m not going to tell you, anyway not yet, - If the elvers are eels, - White baby eels, - Tiny shiny eels, - Caught with a net-- - - Or another quite separate wriggly kind of grub, - For I’ve seen more fights over that outside a pub - Than ever _you_ saw at Barton Fair when Joe - The brown gipsy man, - The tawny gipsy man, - The tipsy gipsy man, - Tried to smart up the show. - - But anyway, good people, you may search the river over - Before a breakfast tastier or cheaper you discover - Than elvers, and if all the year the elver season lasted - I wouldn’t mind a bit, - I wouldn’t care a bit, - Not a little tiny bit, - _How_ long I fasted! - - - - -JOHN HELPS - - - John Helps a wer an honest mon; - The perry that a made - Wer crunched vrom purs as honest - As ever tree displayed. - - John Helps a wer an honest mon; - The dumplings that a chewed - Wer made vrom honest apples - As Autumn ever growed. - - John Helps a wer an honest mon, - And I be sorry a’s dead. - Perry and honest men be scarce - These days, ’tiz zed. - - - - -_LOVE POEMS_ - - - - -THE GOLDEN SNAKE - - - Her body’s glory is a golden snake - Around Life’s tree - Coiled: the tree shall break - In the blast of Eternity - And the coil be crushed. - - Too late! immortal poison has rushed - Through more-than-veins. - Beauty remains - Though bodies rot. The fang - (Though flesh the pang - To flesh deliver) - Strikes down more deep - Than flesh, to trouble - Even the ultimate sleep, - The eternal dream. - - Though all she seem - To be, like a golden bubble - Shall break at the prick of Death, - This shall not break: - Her beauty’s sting: sharp as the sting of a snake: - The sting of Beauty failing not with breath. - - - - -IN A CATHEDRAL - - - From her sweet unrest and sting - Hither I come. - The cloisters like a frozen forest ring, - Echoing back more faint and faintlier - The tread of living. Home, - Home flies the spirit. Faint and faintlier - The surging waves of passion break to foam - - Then like a clash of cymbals suddenly - She, slave of Time, - O’ercomes all tokens of Eternity, - Nay, rather with Eternity is made one, - One with recurrent rhyme - Of arch, with flash of window, with the sun - Yellow on lofty walls sweet echoes climb. - - - - -THE LANTHORN - - “I never saw a soul save in the body.” - - - Haply within the woods of Paradise - We see unblinded of our earthly eyes, - Kiss with unthwarted lips, and taste our one - Desired and complete communion. - - There scabbards that do sheath the gleaming blade, - There globes which muffle in the naked light - Aside being cast, naked and unafraid, - Lovers may stand in one another’s sight. - - Now since through fleshly glass Thy flame, O Love, - Shines clear, and nowhere else doth visibly move; - That lanthorn bright I will bow down before, - Kneeling the crystal body to adore. - - - - -SONNET - - - My native land is only where you are, - You are my home, my roof-tree, hearth, and fire. - I have been home-sick for you, wandering far, - But now have reached the end of my desire. - You are my kingdom small and very fair, - Your breasts my snowy hills, my lakes your eyes, - Your face my garden, and my woods your hair, - Your breath the breeze of that sweet Paradise. - - Lie fenced within the circle of these arms, - Dear country: you whose air to breathe is Peace, - Peace deeper than Death, more soft than Night-- - Soother of griefs. Here, safe from wild alarms, - I’ll bide, plucking from off your sighing trees - The fruit of dreams, red apples of delight. - - - - -SINCE I HAVE LOVED - - - Since I have loved, I have put the world in my heart. - The great clouds scattering over Cotswold seem - But shadows of those others counterpart: - Those clouds standing over hills of dream-- - Hills of dream in a country that is called - Peace--a country by my own heart walled. - - Since I do love and bear you in my breast, - Who are both my beloved country and its queen, - I wonder not to see red dawn uprise. - I say no more how restful is the green - Of summer fields, for looking on your eyes - It is as though I had died and found my rest. - - - - -SAFETY - - - You are like a pool reflecting shadowy trees - Of green and glint of sunbeams mixed together - (And I had forgotten both) in water clear. - - Full of the foulness of blood and lust and fear - Is the past now. I break its holding tether, - And stand once more with guiding Innocences. - - You are like silence in which I can be myself. - You are the truth of music: something lost - Ages and ages ago, and forgotten, and found. - - Ere death my feet are set upon holy ground, - I, wanderer amid a wandering host, - Come home, led by the magic of one sweet elf. - - - - -HAPPY SINGING - - - Men have made songs, - And I among them, - Because some hell - Of grief had wrung them. - The tolling bell - Will often bring - Torture to force - A man to sing. - - But I this day - A song will make - Only for joy - And my sweet love’s sake: - And will employ - No sorrowful thing - For making of it,-- - That song, I’ll sing. - - But lovely laughter - Of singing thrushes - When dawn has broken - And heaven flushes, - Shall be the token - Of one whom days - Nor death can rob - Of joyous praise. - - - - -SONG - - - And in the evening when I walked apart - For joy of that I carry in my heart, - The song I made brave thrushes did complete, - Shouting, “O, pretty Joy!” and “Sweet! Sweet! Sweet!” - - This is my glory, this the crown of me: - That I hold joy of my love, and she of me; - And though my song be but a breath of air, - Yet is it greater than death and all despair. - - For howso poor and of what base estate - I be, this love shall make me proud and great. - And howso deep in care I lie, there are words - Shall build my heart a nest of singing birds. - - - - -IDENTITY - - - I am the blood that burns, - The flesh that dies, - The haunted heart that turns - To Paradise, - The soul that laugheth low - And whispereth - There are sweet things to know - After--Death. - - Such powers am I, and more - Both good and bad; - Nor all the learnéd lore - Solomon had - Could ill and good dissever. - Yet this is true: - Naught’s me that doth not ever - Cleave to you. - - - - -JUNE - - - April was in your making--youth of the year, - Wild-blooded, beautiful! And May with flowers - And showers agleam went into you, my dear. - - But you are June. Deep shadows, silver dew, - Red roses, and the nightingale’s delight: - White moonlight the essential soul of you. - - And sometimes as I watch you walk arrayed - In beauty of that month, a foolish fear - Comes, dear, into my heart: I am afraid - - That you being one with shadow-bars and roses, - Birds and wild scents of June, with these will fly - And I be left alone when Summer closes - Her pageantry! - - - - -SONNET - - - That Death shall take and slay me matters not - In truth: for better men are buried under, - And--tut, “what can’t be cured must be endured”! - But I am wild with hate, pray devil’s thunder - May fall on Death though heaven itself glow hot, - Hell-like, and stars be lighted stubble, and worlds - Like birds drop blinded by the bloody light! - O, such a bonfire do I wish for Death - Or ever his insolent envy of sweet breath - Should touch and soil the body of delight-- - The singing flame of fragrant holy fire - Which showed to me the meaning of the spring - And every lovely tune musicians bring - Out of the womb of innermost desire! - - - - -SONNET - - - But now since Death hath certain date, I fling, - Strong in this manhood for a little space, - Gayest defiance in his wrinkled face, - And mock that envious shadowy old king: - Scyther of flowers, plucker of everything - In beauty fair upgrowing; so the place - Thereof knoweth no more the golden grace - That was the pride and savour of its spring. - - Spring is not here. But spring is in this heart, - Quick with the blowing buds of lovely mirth - And over-brimmed with love taken and given - When that is withered, let us lie apart - And rock like sleeping babes in cradle of earth, - Dearest, till Doomsday: we have had our heaven. - - - - -“LOCAL FATALITIES ARE REPORTED” - - - Dangerously sheltered they, - The lovers lay - Upon the great dead hill, - Frail flesh and blood: - Beneath a twisted thorn, - Which to the heaven’s mood - Died and was born - Again, as lightning fell. - - Two mites of trembling clay-- - Ah, what cared they! - The lightning flashed: - They laughed. - The thunder crashed: - They kissed. - The grey rain lashed - The hill: and hid them in mist. - - Did they return again - To the sunny plain, - To spite and scorn, - The plane of mortal care? - Nay, with passions of skies - They mingled were ... - They were made wise - Beneath the twisted thorn. - - - - -MY JOY - - - In your impassioned loveliness - I drink a wine no heel did press - In vats of place or time or space, - And gazing on your April face - And in your dim green-shadowed eyes - I glimpse green leaves of a great vine - Whose roots are firm in Paradise: - And you the cup and you the wine. - - - - -THE WATCHING MOON - - - Calm with the calm - Of all old Earth has taken - To her peaceful breast, - And will not awaken; - - Pale with the passion - Of Life that never dies; - You sit there watching us - With clear bright eyes. - - - - -HARVEST HOME - - - My heart is filled with you - As a field tilled which grew - But couch and weed; - You are my cornfield spread, - Ripe to be harvested - For bitter need. - - You have built barns in my heart, - You have become a part - Of all I knew: - Wherefore I dance and sing - And fear not anything - Sharp scythes may do. - - - - -_POEMS OF REFLECTION_ - - - - -EXPERIMENTS IN VERS LIBRE - - - I - - Not curled into rose leaves - Or twisted into fantastic patterns of beauty ... - - Out of my joy in the Earth, - Out of my sorrow for men, - Out of the love which I bore to one and another - Come these rough nuggets. - - Take them--they are all I can give you! - Take, and make of them whatsoever you will, - You who have skill, - And you also who have none. - - Hold them in sunlight and moonlight - Till they shine back, - Ponder also the dark Earth wherefrom they came! - - - II - - He who lies dead was my father. - Degradation has befallen his flesh. - Why? O, why? - - The palace is fouled. - The king insulted, crucified, and abandoned. - The slaves have fled. - - And so, after certain days, you - And I too shall lie. - - The pride - Shall pass. - Our mouths shall never kiss - Nor our strong arms embrace ... - We too, we too shall die. - - - III - - Lust spoils the sunlight - And narrows the day; - Love widens - Time to Eternity which alone can hold it! - - - - -THE PHILOSOPHER VISITS THE NIGHT CLUB - - - Fair and worthless things that die - Praising their goddess Vanity - Here gather. Like a violin - Many a sweetly-scented Sin - Whispers. Many a bright-wreathed Folly, - Finding its roses turned to holly, - Seeks with Pleasure’s aid to fend - That Boredom which is Folly’s end. - Wherefore the violins make moan. - - For these “the visible world” alone - Exists; and “ah that it should pass!” - They cry, and fill a trembling glass. - “Here’s to Beauty!” (surnamed Lust) - They cry; and e’er it falls to dust, - “Love it,” they cry, “and hug it well.” - - “To whatsoever heaven or hell - Fate builds for fools, these surely go,” - Thought the moralist watching this tinsel show. - “Yet is it not difficult to know - Who best deserve the name of Fool, - These or those more respectable - Most moral folks I know so well?... - _These_ make of living a foolish sham, - _These_ play a silly blind man’s game, - Chasing bubbles like a fool. - But the others like a sullen mule - Play at nothing at all, and so - Think they’re good because they’re dull-- - Where, in the name of sense, will _they_ go?” - - Upon which curious reflection - The sad and wondering sage arose, - Paid for his drink and blew his nose, - Brushed the confetti from his clothes, - And shuffled forth in deep dejection. - - - - -MISERERE DOMINE - - - Three things a man can do without: - Debtors, a scolding wife, and gout. - First hates for what (he knows) they’ve got, - Second for what (she knows) he’s not, - The third of this unholy lot - Hates him and all he hateth not, - Brisk walking and the pewter pot, - Sound sleep and jovial company. - Who suffers these well may cry, God wot-- - Miserere Domine! - - - - -NOW, IF I WERE RICH - - - Now, if I were rich, - And lord of the manor, - My limbs might all twitch. - Now, if I were rich - I might marry a--witch, - And lose every tanner - That made me so rich, - And lord of the manor. - - - (_But I wish I were rich, - And lord of the manor!_) - - - - -THE RABBLE FATES--TO HELL WITH THEM! - - - They fling at me stones and mud, - My clothes are tattered and foul, - My face is covered in blood; - But they haven’t hurt my soul. - - They have beaten me sore--in truth - No part of me stands whole! - They have stolen away my youth: - But they could not steal my soul. - - Robbed, baffled, and broken, - Something lives in me whole; - And I hold by that for a token - That they cannot conquer my soul. - - Let them thrash me with knotted sorrow, - Stone me with sharp regret; - I shall be their king on a morrow, - My soul is a monarch yet. - - - - -THE LAUGHTER OF LITTLE BABIES - - - The laughter of little babies - Who chuckle and crow - Is the laugh of a stream - Which needs must flow - Into black caverns; on its way - Reflecting briefly the blue of day. - - The mirth of little babies - Who chuckle and nod - Is the mirth of a spirit - Remembering odd - Scraps of the tales and heavenly mirth - He shall never remember again on Earth. - - - - -PETITION TO THE ALMIGHTY - - - My sins of scarlet I pray Thee wash away, - For they were done in passion and hot blood, - When youth was lord of me nor understood - The glory of the beauty of Thy way. - So pardon them; but, Lord, if I have stood - The enemy of any destitute, - Done cruelty to any man or brute, - Or nailed Thy poor upon a cross of wood, - Or on a cross of gold, or iron, O, smite! - Smite with Thy rod and cast me from Thy sight. - - - - -LAST WORD - - - Let no man call me coward that I will die - And dip no more my bread in living’s foul - And muddy stream; but, God, accept my soul - Which into air so soon must wandering fly. - For I have never hated you at all, - You brother men, albeit that you must - Hate all such dust as is not of your dust, - Content for power to strive and hate and brawl. - - But to you who have laughed and holpen one another, - You few gay valiant souls amid the rabble, - I say--“God knows I have loved you!” Then forgive - Me in whose heart is no more power to live: - Who must with this poor gesture break the bubble - Which held us here on Earth brother to brother. - - - - -VANITY OF VANITIES - - - We spend our days for things which profit not, - We set our heart on things. - When sense is edged and blood of youth is hot, - And when stiff age like ice about us clings, - We spend our days for that which profits not, - We set our heart on things. - - More worthy was the blasphemous disdain - Of all God’s world of sense by stubborn saint, - Ungrateful of the sunlight and the rain, - Untouched by colours bending rainbows paint. - More worthy was the pagan ignorance - Of all save what a world of sense discloses: - That found his soul above the starry dance, - This in a sweet but fading heaven of roses. - But us no heaven of saint nor flower delights; - When sense is edged and blood of youth is hot - We spend our days for things which profit not, - And in the last cold days and lonely nights - Wherewith our little span of living closes, - We set our heart on things. - - What profits it, you futile little men - Who, furry-coated, tethering the lightning, - From here to London ride and back again? - What profits it, you whose fat hands are tightening - Upon the lives of others? Nay, but tell - What would you profit gaining all the world? - (And if there were no hell) - What have you seen of loveliness unfurled - In heaven above or on the earth below? - Speak! What have you to show? - - What do you profit? If you drove a car - Through Paradise you would not hear the wings! - Did Michael leave the gates of God ajar - (As he has done!) what would you crave but things? - More houses, maybe, with a telephone, - To call your own! - - And you, my brothers, in the dim-lit mine, - Or in the town, or on the tumbling sea, - Who carry in your ears the hungry whine - Of wolves which hunt the woods of Poverty: - What profit you, if under that same sign - As they who grind you down you too advance? - If on the tide of chance - You (swept away) - Do even as they? - - For close about us whir the angel wings, - And near beside us sound the throbbing strings - Of Paradise. The song of Brotherhood - With flowers springs, and sings through all the air - To that high place where Jacob’s ladder stood - Tethered to chanting stars. We only dare - Ignore God’s message, we alone of all - His children scorn Love’s joyous festival, - Spending our days for that which profits not, - Setting our heart on things. - - When sense is edged and blood of Youth is hot, - And when stiff age like ice about us clings, - We spend our days for things which profit not, - We set our heart on things. - - - - -TRIOLET - - - Flesh triumphs awhile, - And after, the spirit. - By force and by guile - Flesh triumphs awhile, - Then finds but a pile - Of grave-earth to inherit - Flesh triumphs awhile - And after, the spirit. - - - - -FIRE - -(REVISED VERSION[1]) - - - I - - Gold-crowned with flames - Behind its bars - The coal: - And over the chimney - In a black hole - Spark-children playing - Their mazy games - And mimic-mighty wars: - Apple-logs green - Crossed cunningly: - Smoke-veils between - Drifting and lifting.... - - O fire, my glee, - Poor man’s friend, - Food, company, - Warmth and wine in one: - May I never need - Shillings to spend - On apple-logs - And coals to feed - Thee, - Bright-faced wonder of children and me! - -[1] First version was published in _Ducks, and other Verses_, 1919. - - - II - - Warm at thy feet - I hear - Speech more wise, more dear - And clear than sage’s: - More sweet than pages - Of any poet, - Showing never yet - Smoke-veils of blue - In golden places, - Soot too, - And faces - In fire, and sparkling gay - Little-lived glad children of fire at play. - - - III - - What lore forlorn, - What tale of tales, - When man’s poor stock - Of wisdom fails - In Fire’s cave, - Is born! - Here Jack shall knock, - --That hero brave - On the giant’s door ... - With rumbling snore - The monster turns - From sleep, - And yawns.... - But the sheep - Of Little Bo-Peep - (By magic quick - To wolves now turning) - Are following Jack. - Hark, crackle crack! - (Is it fire burning?) - They crunch, they lick - Up “Fe, Fo, Fum.” - Sucking his thumb - Little Jack Horner - Creeps from the corner - Where he had hidden - Behind a pie - From the giant’s eye. - - Now doors as bidden - Do open fly, - And in they throng-- - The prisoners all - With a merry song. - Here’s Old King Cole - To lead the ball! - How merrily - His fiddlers three - Strike up the air - That pleases his soul-- - A mighty sound - As of wind in chimneys - When trees are bare.... - Round and round - In smoke-wreaths whirl - Prince, Shepherd-girl, - King, goose-girl, queen, - All who have been - For joy of children, - And company, - Since tales began: - All that a man - Can believe and be - Never again; - Save when in fire - (Apple-logs green - Crossed cunningly) - He sees it plain, - As I have seen, - This thronged night-fire: - Such light that shines - Through Poetry and - Small tumbling strain - Of song, or from a window-pane - As daylight fails, - As evening pales - In a sweet land - Shadowed with pines, - Peopled with children-haunted pines - Murmuring fairy-tales. - - - - -THE LIFE THAT’S UNDER THE GROUND - - - It’s funny to think of the life that’s under the ground. - The mole that snouted up that loose red mound - Of earth; the worm that turned those worm-casts; now, - _They_ are enough to pucker any man’s brow. - - Once (I was only a boy) I caught a mole, - And he was angry, and bit a little hole - In the ball of my thumb. Worms I have often found, - Glow-worms, and ones like this that slithe around. - - * * * * * - - It’s funny to think of the life that’s under ground. - - - - -EPITAPH - - - This little girl - In brown earth lies. - She shall sweeten the sweet air - Of Paradise - With her slow lovely speech - And wondering eyes. - - - - -INVOCATION--AND REPLY - - - Hear me, brave words, - You who of old - Came singing birds - To a poet’s call: - “_Many have called us, yet we served not all._” - Come words of jade - To make green eyes - Of a little maid, - Come words that sing - And let her linnet speech now softly ring. - - Ivory words - Denote her breasts, - Two fluttering birds - That sit and sing - For joy of some unseen delicious spring. - - Dusky words weave - Her falling hair, - The world bereave - Of shadows long - And shake them in a sombre tangled throng. - - Come you most durable - Shining words, - ’Gainst the incurable - Drift of Time - Guard me her sweetness safe within a rhyme. - - * * * * * - - _Is that thy need?_--Truly the all-complete - Imperious need of every mortal lover - Since life was lived in Time and Time was rover-- - To carve the image of that passing-sweet - Swift withering flower of Beauty naméd Love; - To crystallize a moment’s grace for ever. - (“_The old old plea yet that is not enough!_” - _Words whisper_); to seize Joy; to stay the river - Of ever-flowing water bearing down - To shadowy oceans all we crave to mind us - Of Beauty and her heart of perfect peace. - Words, aid me! Set your Time-defying crown - On all my heart would never more release. - Where wait ye, words? _Here._ Come! _No, poet, find us!_ - - - - -MADNESS - - - “Nothing without a cause,” - You say. _Why did the wind - Point with a thin - Lean finger then?_ - - “Laws behind the laws, - And behind all a mind.” - _A mind: just so. - Somebody telling it to!_ - - _Bidding it point and beckon - And wave; - Bidding it blast and blacken - All life was, - With thoughts of one in a grave, - And wind stroking the grass._ - - - - -GLOUCESTERSHIRE MEN - - - Gloucester, Glevum, and Caer Glow, - The name is nothing! Then as now - Men mowed the meadow-grass for cattle, - Died for Gloucestershire in battle, - Fought, and loved, and built, and planned, - And wrested with this kindly land. - - Man’s tiny spark of mortal fire - Seems suddenly big in Gloucestershire. - The little chain of life on earth - Lengthens out round Minsterworth. - Here and in all the country round - Marks of men are on the ground. - - Here no brooding iron peak, - No barren desert is, to shriek - The little loneliness of man, - Whose days are measured by a span; - But in the faces of our brothers - See we the looks of those old “others”: - - The men in yonder humped-up barrow, - Crouched with their mortal joys and sorrow; - The Roman soldier sound asleep - By walls where English weeds slow creep - (A thousand years are but a span ...): - Each dead man was a Gloucestershire man! - - - - -A BALLADE OF GLOUCESTERSHIRE TOWNS - - - Or ever in Cheltenham town dyspeptic flaunted - His finery, or steel-clad Normans came - To build that tower at Tewkesbury bird-haunted: - Or ever rose that town of olden fame-- - Ciceter, out of Roman arms and flame: - Before the older Bristol was begot - Of Keltic fathers: Caer Glow was a name. - Old Gloucester reigns the king of all the lot! - - Caer Glow, “the splendid city,” so they called it, - Those funny beggars brilliant in woad; - And then the tramping Romans came and walled it - And called it Glevum, throwing many a road - Through and around it. Dane and Saxon strode - Awhile its streets; then they whose quills did blot - That Domesday Book which every city showed, - Old Gloucester reigns the king of all the lot! - - Bristol, that blue-eyed sailor-man, who sallied - Forth to adventure, latterly has grown - A merchant-prince, respectable, pot-bellied. - Winchcombe--poor pagan queen--doth lack a throne. - Ciceter keeps her soul, but she alone: - For Tewkesbury’s soul is in a pewter-pot, - And Cheltenham never had one of her own. - Old Gloucester reigns the king of all the lot! - - - L’ENVOY - - Prince, you have travelled far and wide, and seen - Much nicer towns than these? “All Tommy rot!” - (“Your Royal Highness surely jests,” I mean.) - Old Gloucester reigns the king of all the lot! - - - - -LUCKY - - - Lucky to live, - Lucky again - To have met and marched - With the finest men - (So I believe) - Earth ever bred - Since heaven was arched.... - _But they are dead._ - - Lucky to love, - Most lucky to - Have loved, of all - I might have, you - Whom Time doth prove - Most tender-hearted - And beautiful.... - _But we are parted._ - - - - -CAROL - - - Sing lullaby, sing lullaby, - While snow doth softly fall, - Sing lullaby to Jesus - Born in an oxen-stall. - - Sing lullaby to Jesus, - Born now in Bethlehem, - The naked blackthorn’s growing - To weave His diadem. - - Sing lullaby, sing lullaby, - While thickly snow doth fall, - Sing lullaby to Jesus - The Saviour of all. - - - - -GOD’S BEAUTY IN THE SKY - - - God’s beauty in the sky, - And in a silver cloud: - Everywhere in the world - His beauty cries aloud. - - But why should I talk of it? - Let me drink it up - As now I drink this cider - From a big blue cup! - - - - -THE LOST WORLD - - - What hues, what dances - Do I remember - Lighter than leaves dancing - And red November? - Why does my heart whisper - Under the trees, - “There are brighter colours and lighter - Dancers than these”? - - What dream more golden - In firelight hovers - Than these faces of friends - And trusty lovers? - Why does my heart whisper - In this gay peace, - “There are bolder lovers and older - Comrades than these”? - - - - -_PROSE POEMS_ - - - - -DAWN - - - ARISE!--ARISE! - -Dew, like a thousand gems, is in the hair of the dear earth eager to -dance. - - - - -THE VISIBLE WORLD - - -Rub your eyes! If a man believe not in earth, how should he believe in -heaven? If he love not the visible, how should he its high symbol? - - - - -FUEL - - -You are burning me in a flame whereat starved men and women may warm -themselves. But you are angry that the winds blow my ashes into your -eyes. - - - - -BLOW, INVISIBLE MOUTHS! - - -Did God blow upon a reed (having cut it to His mind), what melodies -might not be piped!--what news of glorious birth! To you, beloved Dead, -I give my life that is but a reed. Blow, blow, invisible mouths of God! - - - - -ANGRY LOVER - - -Before God’s throne came the angry lover. “I am betrayed!” he cried, -and the courts of Heaven rang again with the sound of the word. “Thy -daughter Life have I wooed. For her have I given all--yea, all--since -that is the price of love, and now, behold, Thou hast given me her dark -sister, Death!” - -“Yet have I but one daughter,” answered God. - -“Is it possible that even yet thou dost not know me?” whispered the -veiled one. - - - - -HOME - - - HOME!--HOME! - -All night the orchards sighing and surging.... All night the branches -tossing and gesturing against the moon.... All night the scent of the -blossom.... But why do they say that I am dead? - - - - -LOVE SONG - - -He sang of the strong labouring of stars that wheel in their courses, -and of passionate Suns.... Songs of courage against destiny, of -scorn against mean riches; songs of sorrow, and of dancing joy; of -childhood, old age, and life again after. But never a song sang he of -his beloved. Therefore she laughed, and knew that he was still her -slave. - - - - -THE WINDOW - - -Blinking at the sun, what things of horror come peering out of -me!--what ages of beasts! O that God would look out of me upon His -world--that I might be a window for the eyes of Christ! - - - - -BROTHERS - - -Are men only our brothers? Were not the animals and the stars at -Bethlehem? - - - - -HOLY BROTHERHOOD - - -O you who have found mankind for a brother, be not content! 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[<i>Third Impression.</i></div> - - -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">DUCKS, AND OTHER VERSES.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">COMRADES IN CAPTIVITY: A Record<br /> -of Life in Seven German Prisons.<br /> -Illustrated by C. E. B. Bernard.</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Sidgwick & Jackson, Ltd.</span></div> -</div></div></div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="titlepage"> -<p><span class="xxlarge">FAREWELL</span></p> - -<p>BY<br /> -<span class="xlarge">F. W. HARVEY</span><br /> -<br /> -AUTHOR OF “A GLOUCESTERSHIRE LAD”<br /> -“GLOUCESTERSHIRE FRIENDS”<br /> -ETC., ETC.</p> - -<p><span class="large">LONDON<br /> -SIDGWICK & JACKSON, LTD.</span><br /> -1921</p> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[5]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">PREFACE</h2> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>In spite of all the soulful utterances of people -comfortably off, economic independence remains -the first condition of happiness.</p> - -<p>This is not to say that people aren’t great fools -for preferring law to literature. It is rather to -imply that a poet who can do both is a fool if <i>he</i> -does not.</p> - -<p>I am not a fool.</p> - -<p class="center">Farewell!</p> - -<p class="right">F. W. H.</p> -</div></div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">[6]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS</h2> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>The author desires to acknowledge gratefully -permissions to reprint certain of these poems -granted by the editors of <i>The Spectator</i>, <i>The -Athenæum</i>, <i>The London Mercury</i>, <i>The Nation</i>, -<i>The Woman’s Leader</i>, <i>The Gloucestershire Chronicle</i> -and <i>The Gloucestershire Journal</i>.</p> -</div></div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[7]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">CONTENTS</h2> -</div> - -<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="2" summary="table"> - -<tr><td> </td><td class="tdr"><small>PAGE</small></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="smcap">Preface</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_5"> 5</a></td></tr> - - -<tr><td class="tdc" colspan="2"><span class="large">NATURE POEMS</span></td></tr> - -<tr><td>PRAYERS: I.</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_11"> 11</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td> ” II.</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_12"> 12</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td> ” III.</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_13"> 13</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td> ” IV.</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_14"> 14</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>THE HOLLOW LAND</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_15"> 15</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>ON BIRDLIP</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_16"> 16</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>OUT OF THE CITY</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_17"> 17</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>A SONG</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_18"> 18</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>MAY-FLOOD </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_18"> 18</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>BIG THINGS AND SMALL</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_19"> 19</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>AFTER LONG WANDERING</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_20"> 20</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>THE MOON</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_22"> 22</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>THE WIND’S GRIEF</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_23"> 23</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>A WINDY NIGHT</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_24"> 24</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>RIDDLE CUM RUDDLE</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_25"> 25</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>GLOUCESTERSHIRE FROM THE TRAIN</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_26"> 26</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>LASSINGTON</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_27"> 27</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>JEALOUSY</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_28"> 28</a><span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[8]</span></td></tr> - -<tr><td>ELVERS </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_29"> 29</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>JOHN HELPS</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_32"> 32</a></td></tr> - - -<tr><td class="tdc" colspan="2"><span class="large">LOVE POEMS</span></td></tr> - -<tr><td>THE GOLDEN SNAKE</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_33"> 33</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>IN A CATHEDRAL</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_34"> 34</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>THE LANTHORN</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_35"> 35</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>SONNET: “MY NATIVE LAND IS ONLY WHERE YOU ARE” </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_36"> 36</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>SINCE I HAVE LOVED </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_37"> 37</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>SAFETY</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38"> 38</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>HAPPY SINGING</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_39"> 39</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>SONG</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_40"> 40</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>IDENTITY</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_41"> 41</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>JUNE</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_42"> 42</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>SONNET: “THAT DEATH SHALL TAKE AND SLAY ME MATTERS NOT” </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_43"> 43</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>SONNET: “BUT NOW SINCE DEATH HATH CERTAIN DATE”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_44"> 44</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>“LOCAL FATALITIES ARE REPORTED”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_45"> 45</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>MY JOY</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_46"> 46</a><span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[9]</span></td></tr> - -<tr><td>THE WATCHING MOON</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_46"> 46</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>HARVEST HOME</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_47"> 47</a></td></tr> - - -<tr><td class="tdc" colspan="2"><span class="large">POEMS OF REFLECTION</span></td></tr> - -<tr><td>EXPERIMENTS IN VERS LIBRE</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_48"> 48</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>THE PHILOSOPHER VISITS THE NIGHT CLUB </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_50"> 50</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>MISERERE DOMINE</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_52"> 52</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>NOW, IF I WERE RICH</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_53"> 53</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>THE RABBLE FATES—TO HELL WITH THEM!</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_54"> 54</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>THE LAUGHTER OF LITTLE BABIES</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_55"> 55</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>PETITION TO THE ALMIGHTY</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_56"> 56</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>LAST WORD</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_57"> 57</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>VANITY OF VANITIES</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_58"> 58</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>TRIOLET: “FLESH TRIUMPHS AWHILE”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_61"> 61</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>FIRE (REVISED VERSION)</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_62"> 62</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>THE LIFE THAT’S UNDER THE GROUND</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_66"> 66</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>EPITAPH </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_67"> 67</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>INVOCATION—AND REPLY</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_68"> 68</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>MADNESS</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_70"> 70</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>GLOUCESTERSHIRE MEN </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_71"> 71</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>BALLADE OF GLOUCESTERSHIRE TOWNS</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_72"> 72</a><span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[10]</span></td></tr> - -<tr><td>LUCKY</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_74"> 74</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>CAROL</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_75"> 75</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>GOD’S BEAUTY IN THE SKY</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_76"> 76</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>THE LOST WORLD</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_77"> 77</a></td></tr> - - -<tr><td class="tdc" colspan="2"><span class="large">PROSE POEMS</span></td></tr> - -<tr><td>DAWN</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_78"> 78</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>THE VISIBLE WORLD </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_78"> 78</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>FUEL</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_78"> 78</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>BLOW, INVISIBLE MOUTHS!</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_78"> 78</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>ANGRY LOVER</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_79"> 79</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>HOME</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_79"> 79</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>LOVE SONG</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_79"> 79</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>THE WINDOW</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_80"> 80</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>BROTHERS</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_80"> 80</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>HOLY BROTHERHOOD</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_80"> 80</a></td></tr> -</table> - - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[11]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><i>NATURE POEMS</i></h2> -</div> - - - -<h2>PRAYERS</h2> - - - -<h3>I<br /> - -THAT MY EYES MAY BE MADE TO SEE</h3> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">God</span> of bright colours: rainbows, peacocks,</div> -<div class="verse">And the shot-silk gleam of springing</div> -<div class="indent3">Wind-shaken wheat</div> -<div class="indent2">On rolling red-ribbed Earth:</div> -<div class="indent2">Thou Who dost bring to birth</div> -<div class="indent3">From out the womb</div> -<div class="indent2">Of darkness golden flowers,</div> -<div class="indent3">Filling the hollows</div> -<div class="indent2">With daffodils in March,</div> -<div class="indent3">Cowslips in April,</div> -<div class="indent3">Dog-roses in May,</div> -<div class="indent2">Who in the smouldering forest</div> -<div class="indent4">Makes the huge</div> -<div class="indent3">Red flare of Autumn:</div> -<div class="indent2">God of all the colours</div> -<div class="verse">On Earth, and hues (too bright for mortal eyes)</div> -<div class="indent4">In Paradise—</div> -<div class="indent2">Unblind me to Thy glory,</div> -<div class="indent3">That I may see!</div> -</div></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[12]</span></p> - - -<h3>II<br /> - -THAT MY SOUL MAY BE SET TO DANCE</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="indent4"><span class="smcap">God</span> of light dancing:</div> -<div class="indent5">Waves and ripples</div> -<div class="indent4">In foam and forest,</div> -<div class="indent3">And shadows under leaves,</div> -<div class="indent4">Lambs leaping, prancing,</div> -<div class="indent4">Horses, dragon-flies,</div> -<div class="indent5">Stars ...</div> -<div class="indent3">Thou Whose eye perceives</div> -<div class="verse">How and in what dream-ecstasy tall reeds</div> -<div class="indent3">Shake out brown hair and sway</div> -<div class="indent5">Like dusky girls</div> -<div class="indent3">Tranced in an Indian air;</div> -<div class="indent4">Who knowest the way</div> -<div class="indent5">Of clouds</div> -<div class="verse">Which glide o’er blue unflowered fields,</div> -<div class="indent4">Scattering shadows</div> -<div class="indent4">On golden meadows</div> -<div class="indent3">And fields of dancing daisies:</div> -<div class="indent5">Teach me, O Lord,</div> -<div class="verse">The rhythm of that joy which is Thy mind!</div> -<div class="indent5">Make my soul dance!</div> -</div></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[13]</span></p> - - -<h3>III<br /> - -THAT I MAY BE TAUGHT THE GESTURE -OF HEAVEN</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="indent2"><span class="smcap">God</span> of the steadfast line,</div> -<div class="indent">Who laid the curving Cotswolds on the sky:</div> -<div class="indent3">God of the hills,</div> -<div class="indent">And of the lonely hollows in the hills,</div> -<div class="indent">And of the cloudy nipples of the mountains:</div> -<div class="indent">Teach me thy passionate austerity!</div> -<div class="indent3">God of elm twigs</div> -<div class="indent2">And of all winter trees</div> -<div class="indent">Etched ebony on sunset, or bright silver</div> -<div class="indent2">Upon hard morning heavens;</div> -<div class="indent2">Cunning shaper of ferns,</div> -<div class="verse">And ferns which whitely gleam on frosty windows</div> -<div class="indent3">And snow-flakes:</div> -<div class="verse">God of the naked body beautifully snatched</div> -<div class="verse">To some swift-gestured loveliness of Heaven:</div> -<div class="indent3">Master</div> -<div class="indent3">Of stars,</div> -<div class="verse">And all beneath most passionately curbed</div> -<div class="verse">In Form: catch up my sprawling soul and fix it</div> -<div class="indent">In gesture of its lost divinity!</div> -</div></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[14]</span></p> - - -<h3>IV<br /> - -THAT I MAY BE GIVEN FELLOWSHIP -OF ANGELS AND A HAPPY HEART</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">God</span> of fine fellowship in heaven and earth,</div> -<div class="indent3">O let me share</div> -<div class="indent">A little of the gaiety of saints.</div> -<div class="verse">Sometimes let angels carelessly with robins</div> -<div class="indent">Sing in these Minsterworth trees.</div> -<div class="indent3">Teach me that mirth,</div> -<div class="verse">Give me that happy heart, hating the thin</div> -<div class="verse">Blasphemous gravity of wicked men.</div> -</div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[15]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">THE HOLLOW LAND</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Elms</span> on the marbled sky</div> -<div class="indent">Walling this hollow land,</div> -<div class="verse">Write something black that I</div> -<div class="indent">Find hard to understand.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Belshazzar in his hall,</div> -<div class="indent">Belshazzar and those lords</div> -<div class="verse">Saw suddenly on the wall</div> -<div class="indent">Great crooked words:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A doom, a doom of fear ...</div> -<div class="indent">Something our hearts forget</div> -<div class="verse">Is mighty still and near</div> -<div class="indent">To claim his debt.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Behold before it falls—</div> -<div class="indent">Behold the mighty hand</div> -<div class="verse">Of Nature on the walls</div> -<div class="indent">Of the hollow land!</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[16]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">ON BIRDLIP</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">I’ve</span> tramped a score of miles to-day</div> -<div class="indent">And now on Cotswold stand,</div> -<div class="verse">Wondering if in any way</div> -<div class="indent">Their owners understand</div> -<div class="verse">How all those little gold fields I see</div> -<div class="indent">And the great green woods beyond</div> -<div class="verse">Have given themselves to me, to me</div> -<div class="indent">Who own not an inch of land.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Because I loved with deep desire,</div> -<div class="indent">Wooing all as I walked,</div> -<div class="verse">This noble country by tree and spire</div> -<div class="indent">Taught (as if music talked)</div> -<div class="verse">How Beauty is never bought or sold,</div> -<div class="indent">But freely given to them</div> -<div class="verse">Who worship more than crowns of gold</div> -<div class="indent">Her dew-bright diadem.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Now</i> all that under open heaven</div> -<div class="indent">I see of arable</div> -<div class="verse">Or pasture land to me is given,</div> -<div class="indent">As runs the parable—</div> -<div class="verse">“To him that hath not——” Even so,</div> -<div class="indent">For all we love is ours</div> -<div class="verse">While the little streams of Cotswold flow,</div> -<div class="indent">Swaying forget-me-not flowers.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[17]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">OUT OF THE CITY</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Here</span> in the ring of the hills,</div> -<div class="indent">Under a cloudy sky,</div> -<div class="indent">Content at last I lie</div> -<div class="verse">Where Peace o’erspills</div> -<div class="indent">Like a cool rain which giveth</div> -<div class="verse">This brave daisy scent</div> -<div class="verse">And wine of sacrament</div> -<div class="indent">Whereby he liveth.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The big hooters may howl,</div> -<div class="indent">Men quarrel, whistles screech,</div> -<div class="indent">I will hear only the speech</div> -<div class="verse">Of my forgotten soul,</div> -<div class="indent">Which is the speech of trees,</div> -<div class="verse">Soft yet of clarity</div> -<div class="verse">And brimmed with verity</div> -<div class="indent">And all gay peace.</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[18]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">A SONG</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">O, Cranham</span> ways are steep and green</div> -<div class="indent">And Cranham woods are high,</div> -<div class="verse">And if I was that black rook,</div> -<div class="indent">It’s there that I would fly.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But since I’m here in London town,</div> -<div class="indent">A silly walking man;</div> -<div class="verse">I’ll make this song and caw it</div> -<div class="indent">As loudly as I can.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak">MAY-FLOOD</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - -<div class="indent4"><span class="smcap">Now</span> the Spring’s cold</div> -<div class="indent4">Foam-crested waves, the bright</div> -<div class="indent4">Hedges, delay</div> -<div class="indent4">To break and quench the light</div> -<div class="indent4">Of golden fields with spray</div> -<div class="indent4">Of hawthorn. As of old</div> -<div class="indent4">Men saw the steep</div> -<div class="indent4">Walls of the Red Sea round them,</div> -<div class="indent4">Quiet sheep</div> -<div class="verse">Watch the wild hedge forbear to drown them.</div> -</div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[19]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">BIG THINGS AND SMALL</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">This</span> spinning spark in space—our Earth and all</div> -<div class="indent">Its vast envelopment of ancient night—</div> -<div class="verse">Is not a wonder greater or less than the white</div> -<div class="indent">Blossom now in the orchards, soon to fall.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And let men learn the secret of that bloom</div> -<div class="indent">And all its beauty’s wonder, they shall know</div> -<div class="verse">Life to the core; and they with God may go</div> -<div class="indent">To make a daisy or the day of doom.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[20]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">AFTER LONG WANDERING</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">I will</span> go back to Gloucestershire,</div> -<div class="indent">To the spot where I was born,</div> -<div class="verse">To the talk at eve with men and women</div> -<div class="indent">And song on the roads at morn.</div> -<div class="verse">And I’ll sing as I tramp by dusty hedges</div> -<div class="indent">Or drink my ale in the shade</div> -<div class="verse">How Gloucestershire is the finest home</div> -<div class="indent">That the Lord God ever made.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">First I will go to the ancient house</div> -<div class="indent">Where Doomsday book was planned,</div> -<div class="verse">And cool my body and soul in shade</div> -<div class="indent">Of pillars huge which stand</div> -<div class="verse">Where the organ echoes thunder-like</div> -<div class="indent">Its paean of triumph and praise</div> -<div class="verse">In a temple lovely as ever the love</div> -<div class="indent">Of Beauty’s God did raise.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Gargoyles will thrust out heads to hearken,</div> -<div class="indent">A frozen forest of stone</div> -<div class="verse">Echo behind me as I pass</div> -<div class="indent">Out of the shadow alone</div> -<div class="verse">To buzz and bustle of Barton Fair</div> -<div class="indent">And its drifting droves of sheep,</div> -<div class="verse">To find three miles away the village</div> -<div class="indent">Where I will sleep.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[21]</span> -<div class="verse">Minsterworth, queen of riverside places</div> -<div class="indent">(Save Framilode, who can vie?),</div> -<div class="verse">To her I’ll go when day has dwindled</div> -<div class="indent">And the light low in the sky;</div> -<div class="verse">And my troubles shall fall from me, a bundle,</div> -<div class="indent">And youth come back again,</div> -<div class="verse">Seeing the smoke of her houses and hearing</div> -<div class="indent">The talk of Minsterworth men.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I’ll drink my perry and sing my song</div> -<div class="indent">Of home and home again,</div> -<div class="verse">Pierced with the old miraculous pleasure</div> -<div class="indent">Keen as sharpest pain;</div> -<div class="verse">And if I rise to sing on the morrow</div> -<div class="indent">Or if I die in my bed,</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis all the same: I’ll be home again,</div> -<div class="indent">And happy alive or dead.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[22]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">THE MOON</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">What</span> have you not seen,</div> -<div class="indent">Old White-face, looking down</div> -<div class="verse">Since the heavens were hollowed out</div> -<div class="indent">And winds were blown?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">You saw white Helen</div> -<div class="indent">On the walls of Troy Town,</div> -<div class="verse">You silvered dew on the ruin</div> -<div class="indent">When Troy shook down.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ulysses you saw</div> -<div class="indent">And the strange seas that bore him;</div> -<div class="verse">But all he wandered to see</div> -<div class="indent">You had seen before him.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Bodies black and yellow,</div> -<div class="indent">Gold tresses and brown,</div> -<div class="verse">The brown earth covers them ...</div> -<div class="indent">And you look down.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[23]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">THE WIND’S GRIEF</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">The</span> wind is grieving. Over what old woe</div> -<div class="indent2">Howls it as though</div> -<div class="indent">Its very heart would break?—</div> -<div class="verse">The roving wind who merrily did make</div> -<div class="verse">A song all day in woods and meadows gay</div> -<div class="indent2">Grieves in the night.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Is it for olden evil it hath done</div> -<div class="indent2">’Neath moon and sun</div> -<div class="indent">Since first it roved the world?</div> -<div class="verse">Brave trees uprooted, ships and sailors hurled</div> -<div class="verse">To stormy death? or for the passing breath</div> -<div class="indent2">Of flowers bright?</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[24]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">A WINDY NIGHT</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">The</span> rain is done; and a great wind,</div> -<div class="indent">Filling the hollow night,</div> -<div class="verse">He shouts like a boy in an archway</div> -<div class="indent">And whistles with all his might.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He has blown the sky empty,</div> -<div class="indent">Except for the little stout</div> -<div class="verse">Stars, and they are flickering</div> -<div class="indent">As if they might go out.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">All the black trees are crying;</div> -<div class="indent">The night is full of noise;</div> -<div class="verse">They are shouting under the arch of heaven</div> -<div class="indent">Like a school of rowdy boys.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[25]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">RIDDLE CUM RUDDLE</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">The</span> wains be unloaded, the ricks be in stack—</div> -<div class="indent">Riddle cum Ruddle, the harvest’s whoam;</div> -<div class="verse">An’ varmer be merry, an’ me an’ Jack</div> -<div class="indent">Sing Riddle cum Ruddle, the harvest’s whoam.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There’s wuts for the horses and hay for the cow—</div> -<div class="indent">Riddle cum Ruddle, the harvest’s whoam;</div> -<div class="verse">And wheat for bread, and barley for brew—</div> -<div class="indent">Sing Riddle cum Ruddle, the harvest’s whoam</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Young randy lovers may praise the Spring—</div> -<div class="indent">Riddle cum Ruddle, the harvest’s whoam;</div> -<div class="verse">But this be the time ver to dance and sing</div> -<div class="indent4">Riddle cum Ruddle!</div> -<div class="indent4">Riddle cum Ruddle!</div> -<div class="indent4">Riddle cum Ruddle!</div> -<div class="indent4">The harvest’s whoam!</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[26]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">GLOUCESTERSHIRE FROM THE TRAIN</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">The</span> golden fields wheel round—</div> -<div class="indent">Their spokes, green hedges;</div> -<div class="verse">And at the galloping sound</div> -<div class="indent">Of the train, from watery sedges</div> -<div class="indent2">Arise familiar birds.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Pools brown, and blue, and green,</div> -<div class="indent">Criss-crossed with shadows,</div> -<div class="verse">Flash by, and in between</div> -<div class="indent">Gloucestershire meadows</div> -<div class="indent2">Lie speckled red with herds.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A little flying farm,</div> -<div class="indent">With humped grey back</div> -<div class="verse">Against the rays that warm</div> -<div class="indent">To gold a last-year stack,</div> -<div class="indent2">Like a friendly cat appears;</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And so through gloom and gleam</div> -<div class="indent">Continues dwindling,</div> -<div class="verse">While in my heart a dream</div> -<div class="indent">Of home awakes to kindling</div> -<div class="indent2">Fire, and falling tears.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[27]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">LASSINGTON</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">To</span> Lassington the priests went out</div> -<div class="indent">From Gloucester long ago</div> -<div class="verse">To worship oaks and fool about</div> -<div class="indent2">With mistletoe.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now after twenty centuries</div> -<div class="indent">Still men and girls do go</div> -<div class="verse">Lassington way. To worship trees?</div> -<div class="indent2">You ask,—ah no!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They laugh the magic boughs beneath,</div> -<div class="indent">Catch hands, and kiss the while:</div> -<div class="verse">And the dead Druids grind their teeth</div> -<div class="indent2">Below, or smile</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To see (ah, fair beneath the bough</div> -<div class="indent">The fretted moonlight lies!)</div> -<div class="verse">How readily come the victims now</div> -<div class="indent2">To sacrifice.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">How, robed in moonlight’s ancient gold,</div> -<div class="indent">Another god doth reign,</div> -<div class="verse">Tormenting men as did their old</div> -<div class="indent2">Grey gods of Pain.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[28]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">JEALOUSY</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">On</span> Zunday marn dro’ varmer’s wheat</div> -<div class="verse">I zeed the print and track o’ veet:</div> -<div class="verse">If I’d a had a rook-gun then</div> -<div class="verse">They vaur veet would’n a walked again.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Two on ’em—they o’ the larger zize—</div> -<div class="verse">I coulden praperly reckernize.</div> -<div class="verse">Two wer the purty-printed veet</div> -<div class="verse">O’ Molly—zo valse as she be sweet.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I hadn’t no bird-gun: zo it fell</div> -<div class="verse">As I maun laugh—ho, ho!—and tell</div> -<div class="verse">Here in a pub at the end o’ the street</div> -<div class="verse">O’ the winding—ha! ha!—o’ they vaur veet.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But may the zoul o’ him as wore</div> -<div class="verse">They hob-nails roast vor evermore;</div> -<div class="verse">And the veet wi’ the instep’s purty curve</div> -<div class="verse">May both on ’em get what um deserve!</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[29]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="ELVERS">ELVERS</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Up</span> the Severn River from Lent to Eastertide</div> -<div class="verse">Millions and millions of slithy elvers glide,</div> -<div class="verse">Millions, billions of glassy bright</div> -<div class="indent2">Little wormy fish,</div> -<div class="indent3">Chewed-string fish,</div> -<div class="indent4">Slithery dithery fish,</div> -<div class="verse">In the dead of the night.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Up the gleaming river miles and miles along</div> -<div class="verse">Lanterns burn yellow: old joke and song</div> -<div class="verse">Echo as fishermen dip down a slight</div> -<div class="indent2">Wide frail net,</div> -<div class="indent3">Gauzy white net,</div> -<div class="indent4">Strong long net</div> -<div class="verse">In the water bright.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">From the Severn river at daybreak come</div> -<div class="verse">Hundreds of happy fishermen home</div> -<div class="verse">With bags full of elvers: perhaps that’s why</div> -<div class="indent2">We all love Lent,</div> -<div class="indent3">Lean mean Lent,</div> -<div class="indent4">Fishy old Lent,</div> -<div class="verse">When the elvers fry.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When elvers fry for breakfast with egg chopped small</div> -<div class="verse">And bacon from the side that’s hung upon the wall.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[30]</span> -<div class="verse">When the dish is on the table how the children shout</div> -<div class="indent2">“O, what funny fish,</div> -<div class="indent3">Wormy squirmy fish,</div> -<div class="indent4">Weeny white fish,</div> -<div class="verse">Our mother’s dishing out!”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Eels have a flavour (and a baddish one) of oil.</div> -<div class="verse">“When we have shuffled <i>down</i> their mortal coil,</div> -<div class="verse">What dreams may come!” what horrid nightmares neigh,</div> -<div class="indent2">Gallop or squat,</div> -<div class="indent3">Trample or trot,</div> -<div class="indent4">Vanishing not</div> -<div class="verse">Till break of day!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Never start nothing,” says the motto in our pub:</div> -<div class="verse">“It might lead to summat”: that’s (as Shakespeare said) the rub!</div> -<div class="verse">So I’m not going to tell you, anyway not yet,</div> -<div class="indent2">If the elvers are eels,</div> -<div class="indent3">White baby eels,</div> -<div class="indent4">Tiny shiny eels,</div> -<div class="verse">Caught with a net—</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Or another quite separate wriggly kind of grub,</div> -<div class="verse">For I’ve seen more fights over that outside a pub</div> -<div class="verse">Than ever <i>you</i> saw at Barton Fair when Joe</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[31]</span> -<div class="indent2">The brown gipsy man,</div> -<div class="indent3">The tawny gipsy man,</div> -<div class="indent4">The tipsy gipsy man,</div> -<div class="verse">Tried to smart up the show.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But anyway, good people, you may search the river over</div> -<div class="verse">Before a breakfast tastier or cheaper you discover</div> -<div class="verse">Than elvers, and if all the year the elver season lasted</div> -<div class="indent2">I wouldn’t mind a bit,</div> -<div class="indent3">I wouldn’t care a bit,</div> -<div class="indent4">Not a little tiny bit,</div> -<div class="verse"><i>How</i> long I fasted!</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[32]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">JOHN HELPS</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">John Helps</span> a wer an honest mon;</div> -<div class="indent">The perry that a made</div> -<div class="verse">Wer crunched vrom purs as honest</div> -<div class="indent">As ever tree displayed.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">John Helps a wer an honest mon;</div> -<div class="indent">The dumplings that a chewed</div> -<div class="verse">Wer made vrom honest apples</div> -<div class="indent">As Autumn ever growed.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">John Helps a wer an honest mon,</div> -<div class="indent">And I be sorry a’s dead.</div> -<div class="verse">Perry and honest men be scarce</div> -<div class="indent">These days, ’tiz zed.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[33]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><i>LOVE POEMS</i></h2> - - - -<h2>THE GOLDEN SNAKE</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Her</span> body’s glory is a golden snake</div> -<div class="indent4">Around Life’s tree</div> -<div class="indent2">Coiled: the tree shall break</div> -<div class="indent3">In the blast of Eternity</div> -<div class="indent3">And the coil be crushed.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Too late! immortal poison has rushed</div> -<div class="indent3">Through more-than-veins.</div> -<div class="indent4">Beauty remains</div> -<div class="indent3">Though bodies rot. The fang</div> -<div class="indent3">(Though flesh the pang</div> -<div class="indent4">To flesh deliver)</div> -<div class="indent3">Strikes down more deep</div> -<div class="indent3">Than flesh, to trouble</div> -<div class="indent3">Even the ultimate sleep,</div> -<div class="indent4">The eternal dream.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="indent4">Though all she seem</div> -<div class="indent3">To be, like a golden bubble</div> -<div class="indent2">Shall break at the prick of Death,</div> -<div class="indent4">This shall not break:</div> -<div class="verse">Her beauty’s sting: sharp as the sting of a snake:</div> -<div class="verse">The sting of Beauty failing not with breath.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[34]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">IN A CATHEDRAL</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">From</span> her sweet unrest and sting</div> -<div class="indent2">Hither I come.</div> -<div class="verse">The cloisters like a frozen forest ring,</div> -<div class="indent">Echoing back more faint and faintlier</div> -<div class="indent2">The tread of living. Home,</div> -<div class="verse">Home flies the spirit. Faint and faintlier</div> -<div class="indent">The surging waves of passion break to foam</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then like a clash of cymbals suddenly</div> -<div class="indent2">She, slave of Time,</div> -<div class="verse">O’ercomes all tokens of Eternity,</div> -<div class="indent">Nay, rather with Eternity is made one,</div> -<div class="indent2">One with recurrent rhyme</div> -<div class="verse">Of arch, with flash of window, with the sun</div> -<div class="indent">Yellow on lofty walls sweet echoes climb.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[35]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">THE LANTHORN</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="center">“I never saw a soul save in the body.”</p> - - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Haply</span> within the woods of Paradise</div> -<div class="verse">We see unblinded of our earthly eyes,</div> -<div class="verse">Kiss with unthwarted lips, and taste our one</div> -<div class="verse">Desired and complete communion.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There scabbards that do sheath the gleaming blade,</div> -<div class="verse">There globes which muffle in the naked light</div> -<div class="verse">Aside being cast, naked and unafraid,</div> -<div class="verse">Lovers may stand in one another’s sight.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now since through fleshly glass Thy flame, O Love,</div> -<div class="verse">Shines clear, and nowhere else doth visibly move;</div> -<div class="verse">That lanthorn bright I will bow down before,</div> -<div class="verse">Kneeling the crystal body to adore.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[36]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">SONNET</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">My</span> native land is only where you are,</div> -<div class="verse">You are my home, my roof-tree, hearth, and fire.</div> -<div class="verse">I have been home-sick for you, wandering far,</div> -<div class="verse">But now have reached the end of my desire.</div> -<div class="verse">You are my kingdom small and very fair,</div> -<div class="verse">Your breasts my snowy hills, my lakes your eyes,</div> -<div class="verse">Your face my garden, and my woods your hair,</div> -<div class="verse">Your breath the breeze of that sweet Paradise.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lie fenced within the circle of these arms,</div> -<div class="verse">Dear country: you whose air to breathe is Peace,</div> -<div class="verse">Peace deeper than Death, more soft than Night—</div> -<div class="verse">Soother of griefs. Here, safe from wild alarms,</div> -<div class="verse">I’ll bide, plucking from off your sighing trees</div> -<div class="verse">The fruit of dreams, red apples of delight.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[37]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">SINCE I HAVE LOVED</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Since</span> I have loved, I have put the world in my heart.</div> -<div class="verse">The great clouds scattering over Cotswold seem</div> -<div class="verse">But shadows of those others counterpart:</div> -<div class="verse">Those clouds standing over hills of dream—</div> -<div class="verse">Hills of dream in a country that is called</div> -<div class="verse">Peace—a country by my own heart walled.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Since I do love and bear you in my breast,</div> -<div class="verse">Who are both my beloved country and its queen,</div> -<div class="verse">I wonder not to see red dawn uprise.</div> -<div class="verse">I say no more how restful is the green</div> -<div class="verse">Of summer fields, for looking on your eyes</div> -<div class="verse">It is as though I had died and found my rest.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[38]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">SAFETY</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">You</span> are like a pool reflecting shadowy trees</div> -<div class="verse">Of green and glint of sunbeams mixed together</div> -<div class="verse">(And I had forgotten both) in water clear.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Full of the foulness of blood and lust and fear</div> -<div class="verse">Is the past now. I break its holding tether,</div> -<div class="verse">And stand once more with guiding Innocences.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">You are like silence in which I can be myself.</div> -<div class="verse">You are the truth of music: something lost</div> -<div class="verse">Ages and ages ago, and forgotten, and found.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ere death my feet are set upon holy ground,</div> -<div class="verse">I, wanderer amid a wandering host,</div> -<div class="verse">Come home, led by the magic of one sweet elf.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[39]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">HAPPY SINGING</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Men</span> have made songs,</div> -<div class="indent">And I among them,</div> -<div class="verse">Because some hell</div> -<div class="indent">Of grief had wrung them.</div> -<div class="verse">The tolling bell</div> -<div class="indent">Will often bring</div> -<div class="verse">Torture to force</div> -<div class="indent">A man to sing.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But I this day</div> -<div class="indent">A song will make</div> -<div class="verse">Only for joy</div> -<div class="indent">And my sweet love’s sake:</div> -<div class="verse">And will employ</div> -<div class="indent">No sorrowful thing</div> -<div class="verse">For making of it,—</div> -<div class="indent">That song, I’ll sing.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But lovely laughter</div> -<div class="indent">Of singing thrushes</div> -<div class="verse">When dawn has broken</div> -<div class="indent">And heaven flushes,</div> -<div class="verse">Shall be the token</div> -<div class="indent">Of one whom days</div> -<div class="verse">Nor death can rob</div> -<div class="indent">Of joyous praise.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[40]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">SONG</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">And</span> in the evening when I walked apart</div> -<div class="verse">For joy of that I carry in my heart,</div> -<div class="verse">The song I made brave thrushes did complete,</div> -<div class="verse">Shouting, “O, pretty Joy!” and “Sweet! Sweet! Sweet!”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">This is my glory, this the crown of me:</div> -<div class="verse">That I hold joy of my love, and she of me;</div> -<div class="verse">And though my song be but a breath of air,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet is it greater than death and all despair.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For howso poor and of what base estate</div> -<div class="verse">I be, this love shall make me proud and great.</div> -<div class="verse">And howso deep in care I lie, there are words</div> -<div class="verse">Shall build my heart a nest of singing birds.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[41]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">IDENTITY</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">I am</span> the blood that burns,</div> -<div class="indent">The flesh that dies,</div> -<div class="verse">The haunted heart that turns</div> -<div class="indent">To Paradise,</div> -<div class="verse">The soul that laugheth low</div> -<div class="indent">And whispereth</div> -<div class="verse">There are sweet things to know</div> -<div class="indent">After—Death.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Such powers am I, and more</div> -<div class="indent">Both good and bad;</div> -<div class="verse">Nor all the learnéd lore</div> -<div class="indent">Solomon had</div> -<div class="verse">Could ill and good dissever.</div> -<div class="indent">Yet this is true:</div> -<div class="verse">Naught’s me that doth not ever</div> -<div class="indent">Cleave to you.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[42]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">JUNE</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">April</span> was in your making—youth of the year,</div> -<div class="indent">Wild-blooded, beautiful! And May with flowers</div> -<div class="verse">And showers agleam went into you, my dear.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But you are June. Deep shadows, silver dew,</div> -<div class="indent">Red roses, and the nightingale’s delight:</div> -<div class="verse">White moonlight the essential soul of you.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And sometimes as I watch you walk arrayed</div> -<div class="indent">In beauty of that month, a foolish fear</div> -<div class="verse">Comes, dear, into my heart: I am afraid</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That you being one with shadow-bars and roses,</div> -<div class="indent">Birds and wild scents of June, with these will fly</div> -<div class="verse">And I be left alone when Summer closes</div> -<div class="indent5">Her pageantry!</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[43]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">SONNET</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">That</span> Death shall take and slay me matters not</div> -<div class="verse">In truth: for better men are buried under,</div> -<div class="verse">And—tut, “what can’t be cured must be endured”!</div> -<div class="verse">But I am wild with hate, pray devil’s thunder</div> -<div class="verse">May fall on Death though heaven itself glow hot,</div> -<div class="verse">Hell-like, and stars be lighted stubble, and worlds</div> -<div class="verse">Like birds drop blinded by the bloody light!</div> -<div class="verse">O, such a bonfire do I wish for Death</div> -<div class="verse">Or ever his insolent envy of sweet breath</div> -<div class="verse">Should touch and soil the body of delight—</div> -<div class="verse">The singing flame of fragrant holy fire</div> -<div class="verse">Which showed to me the meaning of the spring</div> -<div class="verse">And every lovely tune musicians bring</div> -<div class="verse">Out of the womb of innermost desire!</div> -</div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[44]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">SONNET</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">But</span> now since Death hath certain date, I fling,</div> -<div class="indent">Strong in this manhood for a little space,</div> -<div class="indent">Gayest defiance in his wrinkled face,</div> -<div class="verse">And mock that envious shadowy old king:</div> -<div class="verse">Scyther of flowers, plucker of everything</div> -<div class="indent">In beauty fair upgrowing; so the place</div> -<div class="indent">Thereof knoweth no more the golden grace</div> -<div class="verse">That was the pride and savour of its spring.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Spring is not here. But spring is in this heart,</div> -<div class="indent">Quick with the blowing buds of lovely mirth</div> -<div class="indent2">And over-brimmed with love taken and given</div> -<div class="verse">When that is withered, let us lie apart</div> -<div class="indent">And rock like sleeping babes in cradle of earth,</div> -<div class="indent2">Dearest, till Doomsday: we have had our heaven.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[45]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">“LOCAL FATALITIES ARE -REPORTED”</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Dangerously</span> sheltered they,</div> -<div class="verse">The lovers lay</div> -<div class="verse">Upon the great dead hill,</div> -<div class="verse">Frail flesh and blood:</div> -<div class="verse">Beneath a twisted thorn,</div> -<div class="verse">Which to the heaven’s mood</div> -<div class="verse">Died and was born</div> -<div class="verse">Again, as lightning fell.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Two mites of trembling clay—</div> -<div class="indent2">Ah, what cared they!</div> -<div class="indent2">The lightning flashed:</div> -<div class="indent3">They laughed.</div> -<div class="indent2">The thunder crashed:</div> -<div class="indent3">They kissed.</div> -<div class="indent2">The grey rain lashed</div> -<div class="verse">The hill: and hid them in mist.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Did they return again</div> -<div class="verse">To the sunny plain,</div> -<div class="verse">To spite and scorn,</div> -<div class="verse">The plane of mortal care?</div> -<div class="verse">Nay, with passions of skies</div> -<div class="verse">They mingled were ...</div> -<div class="verse">They were made wise</div> -<div class="verse">Beneath the twisted thorn.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[46]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">MY JOY</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">In</span> your impassioned loveliness</div> -<div class="verse">I drink a wine no heel did press</div> -<div class="verse">In vats of place or time or space,</div> -<div class="verse">And gazing on your April face</div> -<div class="verse">And in your dim green-shadowed eyes</div> -<div class="verse">I glimpse green leaves of a great vine</div> -<div class="verse">Whose roots are firm in Paradise:</div> -<div class="verse">And you the cup and you the wine.</div> -</div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak">THE WATCHING MOON</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Calm</span> with the calm</div> -<div class="indent">Of all old Earth has taken</div> -<div class="verse">To her peaceful breast,</div> -<div class="indent">And will not awaken;</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Pale with the passion</div> -<div class="indent">Of Life that never dies;</div> -<div class="verse">You sit there watching us</div> -<div class="indent">With clear bright eyes.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[47]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">HARVEST HOME</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">My</span> heart is filled with you</div> -<div class="verse">As a field tilled which grew</div> -<div class="indent">But couch and weed;</div> -<div class="verse">You are my cornfield spread,</div> -<div class="verse">Ripe to be harvested</div> -<div class="indent">For bitter need.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">You have built barns in my heart,</div> -<div class="verse">You have become a part</div> -<div class="indent">Of all I knew:</div> -<div class="verse">Wherefore I dance and sing</div> -<div class="verse">And fear not anything</div> -<div class="indent">Sharp scythes may do.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[48]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><i>POEMS OF REFLECTION</i></h2> - -<h2>EXPERIMENTS IN VERS LIBRE</h2> -</div> - - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Not</span> curled into rose leaves</div> -<div class="verse">Or twisted into fantastic patterns of beauty ...</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Out of my joy in the Earth,</div> -<div class="verse">Out of my sorrow for men,</div> -<div class="verse">Out of the love which I bore to one and another</div> -<div class="verse">Come these rough nuggets.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Take them—they are all I can give you!</div> -<div class="verse">Take, and make of them whatsoever you will,</div> -<div class="indent">You who have skill,</div> -<div class="verse">And you also who have none.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hold them in sunlight and moonlight</div> -<div class="indent">Till they shine back,</div> -<div class="verse">Ponder also the dark Earth wherefrom they came!</div> -</div></div></div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He who lies dead was my father.</div> -<div class="verse">Degradation has befallen his flesh.</div> -<div class="indent">Why? O, why?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[49]</span> -<div class="verse">The palace is fouled.</div> -<div class="verse">The king insulted, crucified, and abandoned.</div> -<div class="indent">The slaves have fled.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And so, after certain days, you</div> -<div class="indent">And I too shall lie.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="indent4">The pride</div> -<div class="indent4">Shall pass.</div> -<div class="verse">Our mouths shall never kiss</div> -<div class="verse">Nor our strong arms embrace ...</div> -<div class="indent">We too, we too shall die.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Lust spoils the sunlight</div> -<div class="indent">And narrows the day;</div> -<div class="indent">Love widens</div> -<div class="verse">Time to Eternity which alone can hold it!</div> -</div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[50]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">THE PHILOSOPHER VISITS THE -NIGHT CLUB</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Fair</span> and worthless things that die</div> -<div class="verse">Praising their goddess Vanity</div> -<div class="verse">Here gather. Like a violin</div> -<div class="verse">Many a sweetly-scented Sin</div> -<div class="verse">Whispers. Many a bright-wreathed Folly,</div> -<div class="verse">Finding its roses turned to holly,</div> -<div class="verse">Seeks with Pleasure’s aid to fend</div> -<div class="verse">That Boredom which is Folly’s end.</div> -<div class="verse">Wherefore the violins make moan.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For these “the visible world” alone</div> -<div class="verse">Exists; and “ah that it should pass!”</div> -<div class="verse">They cry, and fill a trembling glass.</div> -<div class="verse">“Here’s to Beauty!” (surnamed Lust)</div> -<div class="verse">They cry; and e’er it falls to dust,</div> -<div class="verse">“Love it,” they cry, “and hug it well.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“To whatsoever heaven or hell</div> -<div class="verse">Fate builds for fools, these surely go,”</div> -<div class="verse">Thought the moralist watching this tinsel show.</div> -<div class="verse">“Yet is it not difficult to know</div> -<div class="verse">Who best deserve the name of Fool,</div> -<div class="verse">These or those more respectable</div> -<div class="verse">Most moral folks I know so well?...</div> -<div class="verse"><i>These</i> make of living a foolish sham,</div> -<div class="verse"><i>These</i> play a silly blind man’s game,</div> -<div class="verse">Chasing bubbles like a fool.</div> -<div class="verse">But the others like a sullen mule</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[51]</span> -<div class="verse">Play at nothing at all, and so</div> -<div class="verse">Think they’re good because they’re dull—</div> -<div class="verse">Where, in the name of sense, will <i>they</i> go?”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Upon which curious reflection</div> -<div class="verse">The sad and wondering sage arose,</div> -<div class="verse">Paid for his drink and blew his nose,</div> -<div class="verse">Brushed the confetti from his clothes,</div> -<div class="verse">And shuffled forth in deep dejection.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[52]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">MISERERE DOMINE</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Three</span> things a man can do without:</div> -<div class="verse">Debtors, a scolding wife, and gout.</div> -<div class="verse">First hates for what (he knows) they’ve got,</div> -<div class="verse">Second for what (she knows) he’s not,</div> -<div class="verse">The third of this unholy lot</div> -<div class="verse">Hates him and all he hateth not,</div> -<div class="verse">Brisk walking and the pewter pot,</div> -<div class="verse">Sound sleep and jovial company.</div> -<div class="verse">Who suffers these well may cry, God wot—</div> -<div class="indent">Miserere Domine!</div> -</div></div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[53]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">NOW, IF I WERE RICH</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Now,</span> if I were rich,</div> -<div class="indent">And lord of the manor,</div> -<div class="verse">My limbs might all twitch.</div> -<div class="verse">Now, if I were rich</div> -<div class="verse">I might marry a—witch,</div> -<div class="indent">And lose every tanner</div> -<div class="verse">That made me so rich,</div> -<div class="indent">And lord of the manor.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> - -<div class="verse">(<i>But I wish I were rich,</i></div> -<div class="indent"><i>And lord of the manor!</i>)</div> -</div></div></div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[54]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">THE RABBLE FATES—TO HELL -WITH THEM!</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">They</span> fling at me stones and mud,</div> -<div class="indent">My clothes are tattered and foul,</div> -<div class="verse">My face is covered in blood;</div> -<div class="indent">But they haven’t hurt my soul.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They have beaten me sore—in truth</div> -<div class="indent">No part of me stands whole!</div> -<div class="verse">They have stolen away my youth:</div> -<div class="indent">But they could not steal my soul.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Robbed, baffled, and broken,</div> -<div class="indent">Something lives in me whole;</div> -<div class="verse">And I hold by that for a token</div> -<div class="indent">That they cannot conquer my soul.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Let them thrash me with knotted sorrow,</div> -<div class="indent">Stone me with sharp regret;</div> -<div class="verse">I shall be their king on a morrow,</div> -<div class="indent">My soul is a monarch yet.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[55]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">THE LAUGHTER OF LITTLE BABIES</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">The</span> laughter of little babies</div> -<div class="indent">Who chuckle and crow</div> -<div class="verse">Is the laugh of a stream</div> -<div class="indent">Which needs must flow</div> -<div class="verse">Into black caverns; on its way</div> -<div class="verse">Reflecting briefly the blue of day.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The mirth of little babies</div> -<div class="indent">Who chuckle and nod</div> -<div class="verse">Is the mirth of a spirit</div> -<div class="indent">Remembering odd</div> -<div class="verse">Scraps of the tales and heavenly mirth</div> -<div class="verse">He shall never remember again on Earth.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[56]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">PETITION TO THE ALMIGHTY</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">My</span> sins of scarlet I pray Thee wash away,</div> -<div class="indent">For they were done in passion and hot blood,</div> -<div class="verse">When youth was lord of me nor understood</div> -<div class="indent">The glory of the beauty of Thy way.</div> -<div class="verse">So pardon them; but, Lord, if I have stood</div> -<div class="indent">The enemy of any destitute,</div> -<div class="verse">Done cruelty to any man or brute,</div> -<div class="indent">Or nailed Thy poor upon a cross of wood,</div> -<div class="verse">Or on a cross of gold, or iron, O, smite!</div> -<div class="indent">Smite with Thy rod and cast me from Thy sight.</div> -</div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[57]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">LAST WORD</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Let</span> no man call me coward that I will die</div> -<div class="verse">And dip no more my bread in living’s foul</div> -<div class="verse">And muddy stream; but, God, accept my soul</div> -<div class="verse">Which into air so soon must wandering fly.</div> -<div class="verse">For I have never hated you at all,</div> -<div class="verse">You brother men, albeit that you must</div> -<div class="verse">Hate all such dust as is not of your dust,</div> -<div class="verse">Content for power to strive and hate and brawl.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But to you who have laughed and holpen one another,</div> -<div class="verse">You few gay valiant souls amid the rabble,</div> -<div class="verse">I say—“God knows I have loved you!” Then forgive</div> -<div class="verse">Me in whose heart is no more power to live:</div> -<div class="verse">Who must with this poor gesture break the bubble</div> -<div class="verse">Which held us here on Earth brother to brother.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[58]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">VANITY OF VANITIES</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">We</span> spend our days for things which profit not,</div> -<div class="indent">We set our heart on things.</div> -<div class="verse">When sense is edged and blood of youth is hot,</div> -<div class="indent">And when stiff age like ice about us clings,</div> -<div class="verse">We spend our days for that which profits not,</div> -<div class="indent">We set our heart on things.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">More worthy was the blasphemous disdain</div> -<div class="verse">Of all God’s world of sense by stubborn saint,</div> -<div class="verse">Ungrateful of the sunlight and the rain,</div> -<div class="verse">Untouched by colours bending rainbows paint.</div> -<div class="verse">More worthy was the pagan ignorance</div> -<div class="verse">Of all save what a world of sense discloses:</div> -<div class="verse">That found his soul above the starry dance,</div> -<div class="verse">This in a sweet but fading heaven of roses.</div> -<div class="verse">But us no heaven of saint nor flower delights;</div> -<div class="verse">When sense is edged and blood of youth is hot</div> -<div class="verse">We spend our days for things which profit not,</div> -<div class="verse">And in the last cold days and lonely nights</div> -<div class="verse">Wherewith our little span of living closes,</div> -<div class="indent">We set our heart on things.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What profits it, you futile little men</div> -<div class="verse">Who, furry-coated, tethering the lightning,</div> -<div class="verse">From here to London ride and back again?</div> -<div class="verse">What profits it, you whose fat hands are tightening</div> -<div class="verse">Upon the lives of others? Nay, but tell</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[59]</span> -<div class="verse">What would you profit gaining all the world?</div> -<div class="indent">(And if there were no hell)</div> -<div class="verse">What have you seen of loveliness unfurled</div> -<div class="indent">In heaven above or on the earth below?</div> -<div class="verse">Speak! What have you to show?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What do you profit? If you drove a car</div> -<div class="verse">Through Paradise you would not hear the wings!</div> -<div class="verse">Did Michael leave the gates of God ajar</div> -<div class="verse">(As he has done!) what would you crave but things?</div> -<div class="indent">More houses, maybe, with a telephone,</div> -<div class="indent">To call your own!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And you, my brothers, in the dim-lit mine,</div> -<div class="verse">Or in the town, or on the tumbling sea,</div> -<div class="verse">Who carry in your ears the hungry whine</div> -<div class="verse">Of wolves which hunt the woods of Poverty:</div> -<div class="verse">What profit you, if under that same sign</div> -<div class="verse">As they who grind you down you too advance?</div> -<div class="indent">If on the tide of chance</div> -<div class="indent2">You (swept away)</div> -<div class="indent2">Do even as they?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For close about us whir the angel wings,</div> -<div class="verse">And near beside us sound the throbbing strings</div> -<div class="verse">Of Paradise. The song of Brotherhood</div> -<div class="verse">With flowers springs, and sings through all the air</div> -<div class="verse">To that high place where Jacob’s ladder stood</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[60]</span> -<div class="verse">Tethered to chanting stars. We only dare</div> -<div class="verse">Ignore God’s message, we alone of all</div> -<div class="verse">His children scorn Love’s joyous festival,</div> -<div class="indent">Spending our days for that which profits not,</div> -<div class="indent2">Setting our heart on things.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When sense is edged and blood of Youth is hot,</div> -<div class="indent">And when stiff age like ice about us clings,</div> -<div class="verse">We spend our days for things which profit not,</div> -<div class="indent">We set our heart on things.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[61]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">TRIOLET</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Flesh</span> triumphs awhile,</div> -<div class="verse">And after, the spirit.</div> -<div class="verse">By force and by guile</div> -<div class="verse">Flesh triumphs awhile,</div> -<div class="verse">Then finds but a pile</div> -<div class="verse">Of grave-earth to inherit</div> -<div class="verse">Flesh triumphs awhile</div> -<div class="verse">And after, the spirit.</div> -</div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[62]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">FIRE</h2> -</div> - -<p class="center">(<span class="smcap">Revised Version</span><a id="FNanchor_1" href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a>)</p> - - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Gold-crowned</span> with flames</div> -<div class="indent">Behind its bars</div> -<div class="indent2">The coal:</div> -<div class="verse">And over the chimney</div> -<div class="indent">In a black hole</div> -<div class="verse">Spark-children playing</div> -<div class="indent">Their mazy games</div> -<div class="verse">And mimic-mighty wars:</div> -<div class="verse">Apple-logs green</div> -<div class="indent">Crossed cunningly:</div> -<div class="verse">Smoke-veils between</div> -<div class="indent">Drifting and lifting....</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O fire, my glee,</div> -<div class="verse">Poor man’s friend,</div> -<div class="verse">Food, company,</div> -<div class="verse">Warmth and wine in one:</div> -<div class="verse">May I never need</div> -<div class="verse">Shillings to spend</div> -<div class="verse">On apple-logs</div> -<div class="verse">And coals to feed</div> -<div class="indent3">Thee,</div> -<div class="verse">Bright-faced wonder of children and me!</div> -</div></div></div> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[63]</span></p> - - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Warm at thy feet</div> -<div class="indent2">I hear</div> -<div class="verse">Speech more wise, more dear</div> -<div class="verse">And clear than sage’s:</div> -<div class="verse">More sweet than pages</div> -<div class="indent">Of any poet,</div> -<div class="verse">Showing never yet</div> -<div class="indent">Smoke-veils of blue</div> -<div class="verse">In golden places,</div> -<div class="indent">Soot too,</div> -<div class="indent">And faces</div> -<div class="verse">In fire, and sparkling gay</div> -<div class="verse">Little-lived glad children of fire at play.</div> -</div></div> - - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What lore forlorn,</div> -<div class="indent">What tale of tales,</div> -<div class="verse">When man’s poor stock</div> -<div class="indent">Of wisdom fails</div> -<div class="verse">In Fire’s cave,</div> -<div class="indent">Is born!</div> -<div class="verse">Here Jack shall knock,</div> -<div class="verse">—That hero brave</div> -<div class="verse">On the giant’s door ...</div> -<div class="verse">With rumbling snore</div> -<div class="indent">The monster turns</div> -<div class="indent2">From sleep,</div> -<div class="indent">And yawns....</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[64]</span> -<div class="verse">But the sheep</div> -<div class="verse">Of Little Bo-Peep</div> -<div class="indent">(By magic quick</div> -<div class="verse">To wolves now turning)</div> -<div class="verse">Are following Jack.</div> -<div class="verse">Hark, crackle crack!</div> -<div class="indent">(Is it fire burning?)</div> -<div class="verse">They crunch, they lick</div> -<div class="indent">Up “Fe, Fo, Fum.”</div> -<div class="verse">Sucking his thumb</div> -<div class="indent">Little Jack Horner</div> -<div class="indent">Creeps from the corner</div> -<div class="verse">Where he had hidden</div> -<div class="indent">Behind a pie</div> -<div class="indent">From the giant’s eye.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now doors as bidden</div> -<div class="indent">Do open fly,</div> -<div class="verse">And in they throng—</div> -<div class="indent">The prisoners all</div> -<div class="verse">With a merry song.</div> -<div class="verse">Here’s Old King Cole</div> -<div class="indent">To lead the ball!</div> -<div class="indent">How merrily</div> -<div class="verse">His fiddlers three</div> -<div class="verse">Strike up the air</div> -<div class="verse">That pleases his soul—</div> -<div class="indent">A mighty sound</div> -<div class="verse">As of wind in chimneys</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[65]</span> -<div class="indent">When trees are bare....</div> -<div class="verse">Round and round</div> -<div class="indent">In smoke-wreaths whirl</div> -<div class="indent">Prince, Shepherd-girl,</div> -<div class="verse">King, goose-girl, queen,</div> -<div class="verse">All who have been</div> -<div class="verse">For joy of children,</div> -<div class="indent">And company,</div> -<div class="verse">Since tales began:</div> -<div class="verse">All that a man</div> -<div class="indent">Can believe and be</div> -<div class="verse">Never again;</div> -<div class="indent">Save when in fire</div> -<div class="verse">(Apple-logs green</div> -<div class="indent">Crossed cunningly)</div> -<div class="verse">He sees it plain,</div> -<div class="indent">As I have seen,</div> -<div class="verse">This thronged night-fire:</div> -<div class="indent">Such light that shines</div> -<div class="indent">Through Poetry and</div> -<div class="verse">Small tumbling strain</div> -<div class="verse">Of song, or from a window-pane</div> -<div class="indent">As daylight fails,</div> -<div class="indent">As evening pales</div> -<div class="indent">In a sweet land</div> -<div class="indent">Shadowed with pines,</div> -<div class="verse">Peopled with children-haunted pines</div> -<div class="verse">Murmuring fairy-tales.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_1" href="#FNanchor_1" class="label">[1]</a> First version was published in <i>Ducks, and other Verses</i>, -1919.</p> - -</div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[66]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">THE LIFE THAT’S UNDER THE -GROUND</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">It’s</span> funny to think of the life that’s under the ground.</div> -<div class="verse">The mole that snouted up that loose red mound</div> -<div class="verse">Of earth; the worm that turned those worm-casts; now,</div> -<div class="verse"><i>They</i> are enough to pucker any man’s brow.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Once (I was only a boy) I caught a mole,</div> -<div class="verse">And he was angry, and bit a little hole</div> -<div class="verse">In the ball of my thumb. Worms I have often found,</div> -<div class="verse">Glow-worms, and ones like this that slithe around.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<hr class="tb" /> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">It’s funny to think of the life that’s under ground.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[67]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">EPITAPH</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="indent2"><span class="smcap">This</span> little girl</div> -<div class="indent2">In brown earth lies.</div> -<div class="verse">She shall sweeten the sweet air</div> -<div class="indent2">Of Paradise</div> -<div class="verse">With her slow lovely speech</div> -<div class="indent2">And wondering eyes.</div> -</div></div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[68]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">INVOCATION—AND REPLY</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="indent"><span class="smcap">Hear</span> me, brave words,</div> -<div class="indent2">You who of old</div> -<div class="indent2">Came singing birds</div> -<div class="indent3">To a poet’s call:</div> -<div class="verse">“<i>Many have called us, yet we served not all.</i>”</div> -<div class="indent2">Come words of jade</div> -<div class="indent3">To make green eyes</div> -<div class="indent2">Of a little maid,</div> -<div class="indent3">Come words that sing</div> -<div class="verse">And let her linnet speech now softly ring.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="indent2">Ivory words</div> -<div class="indent3">Denote her breasts,</div> -<div class="indent2">Two fluttering birds</div> -<div class="indent3">That sit and sing</div> -<div class="verse">For joy of some unseen delicious spring.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="indent2">Dusky words weave</div> -<div class="indent3">Her falling hair,</div> -<div class="indent2">The world bereave</div> -<div class="indent3">Of shadows long</div> -<div class="verse">And shake them in a sombre tangled throng.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="indent2">Come you most durable</div> -<div class="indent3">Shining words,</div> -<div class="indent2">’Gainst the incurable</div> -<div class="indent3">Drift of Time</div> -<div class="verse">Guard me her sweetness safe within a rhyme.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<hr class="tb" /> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[69]</span> -<div class="verse"><i>Is that thy need?</i>—Truly the all-complete</div> -<div class="verse">Imperious need of every mortal lover</div> -<div class="verse">Since life was lived in Time and Time was rover—</div> -<div class="verse">To carve the image of that passing-sweet</div> -<div class="verse">Swift withering flower of Beauty naméd Love;</div> -<div class="verse">To crystallize a moment’s grace for ever.</div> -<div class="verse">(“<i>The old old plea yet that is not enough!</i>”</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Words whisper</i>); to seize Joy; to stay the river</div> -<div class="verse">Of ever-flowing water bearing down</div> -<div class="verse">To shadowy oceans all we crave to mind us</div> -<div class="verse">Of Beauty and her heart of perfect peace.</div> -<div class="verse">Words, aid me! Set your Time-defying crown</div> -<div class="verse">On all my heart would never more release.</div> -<div class="verse">Where wait ye, words? <i>Here.</i> Come! <i>No, poet, find us!</i></div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[70]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">MADNESS</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">“Nothing</span> without a cause,”</div> -<div class="indent">You say. <i>Why did the wind</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Point with a thin</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Lean finger then?</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Laws behind the laws,</div> -<div class="indent">And behind all a mind.”</div> -<div class="verse"><i>A mind: just so.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Somebody telling it to!</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Bidding it point and beckon</i></div> -<div class="indent"><i>And wave;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Bidding it blast and blacken</i></div> -<div class="indent"><i>All life was,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>With thoughts of one in a grave</i>,</div> -<div class="verse"><i>And wind stroking the grass.</i></div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[71]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">GLOUCESTERSHIRE MEN</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Gloucester</span>, Glevum, and Caer Glow,</div> -<div class="verse">The name is nothing! Then as now</div> -<div class="verse">Men mowed the meadow-grass for cattle,</div> -<div class="verse">Died for Gloucestershire in battle,</div> -<div class="verse">Fought, and loved, and built, and planned,</div> -<div class="verse">And wrested with this kindly land.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Man’s tiny spark of mortal fire</div> -<div class="verse">Seems suddenly big in Gloucestershire.</div> -<div class="verse">The little chain of life on earth</div> -<div class="verse">Lengthens out round Minsterworth.</div> -<div class="verse">Here and in all the country round</div> -<div class="verse">Marks of men are on the ground.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Here no brooding iron peak,</div> -<div class="verse">No barren desert is, to shriek</div> -<div class="verse">The little loneliness of man,</div> -<div class="verse">Whose days are measured by a span;</div> -<div class="verse">But in the faces of our brothers</div> -<div class="verse">See we the looks of those old “others”:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The men in yonder humped-up barrow,</div> -<div class="verse">Crouched with their mortal joys and sorrow;</div> -<div class="verse">The Roman soldier sound asleep</div> -<div class="verse">By walls where English weeds slow creep</div> -<div class="verse">(A thousand years are but a span ...):</div> -<div class="verse">Each dead man was a Gloucestershire man!</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[72]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">A BALLADE OF GLOUCESTERSHIRE -TOWNS</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Or</span> ever in Cheltenham town dyspeptic flaunted</div> -<div class="verse">His finery, or steel-clad Normans came</div> -<div class="verse">To build that tower at Tewkesbury bird-haunted:</div> -<div class="verse">Or ever rose that town of olden fame—</div> -<div class="verse">Ciceter, out of Roman arms and flame:</div> -<div class="verse">Before the older Bristol was begot</div> -<div class="verse">Of Keltic fathers: Caer Glow was a name.</div> -<div class="verse">Old Gloucester reigns the king of all the lot!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Caer Glow, “the splendid city,” so they called it,</div> -<div class="verse">Those funny beggars brilliant in woad;</div> -<div class="verse">And then the tramping Romans came and walled it</div> -<div class="verse">And called it Glevum, throwing many a road</div> -<div class="verse">Through and around it. Dane and Saxon strode</div> -<div class="verse">Awhile its streets; then they whose quills did blot</div> -<div class="verse">That Domesday Book which every city showed,</div> -<div class="verse">Old Gloucester reigns the king of all the lot!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Bristol, that blue-eyed sailor-man, who sallied</div> -<div class="verse">Forth to adventure, latterly has grown</div> -<div class="verse">A merchant-prince, respectable, pot-bellied.</div> -<div class="verse">Winchcombe—poor pagan queen—doth lack a throne.</div> -<div class="verse">Ciceter keeps her soul, but she alone:</div> -<div class="verse">For Tewkesbury’s soul is in a pewter-pot,</div> -<div class="verse">And Cheltenham never had one of her own.</div> -<div class="verse">Old Gloucester reigns the king of all the lot!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[73]</span> - - -<div class="center"><span class="smcap">L’Envoy</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Prince, you have travelled far and wide, and seen</div> -<div class="verse">Much nicer towns than these? “All Tommy rot!”</div> -<div class="verse">(“Your Royal Highness surely jests,” I mean.)</div> -<div class="verse">Old Gloucester reigns the king of all the lot!</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">[74]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">LUCKY</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Lucky</span> to live,</div> -<div class="indent">Lucky again</div> -<div class="verse">To have met and marched</div> -<div class="indent">With the finest men</div> -<div class="verse">(So I believe)</div> -<div class="indent">Earth ever bred</div> -<div class="verse">Since heaven was arched....</div> -<div class="indent"><i>But they are dead.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lucky to love,</div> -<div class="indent">Most lucky to</div> -<div class="verse">Have loved, of all</div> -<div class="indent">I might have, you</div> -<div class="verse">Whom Time doth prove</div> -<div class="indent">Most tender-hearted</div> -<div class="verse">And beautiful....</div> -<div class="indent"><i>But we are parted.</i></div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">[75]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">CAROL</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Sing</span> lullaby, sing lullaby,</div> -<div class="indent">While snow doth softly fall,</div> -<div class="verse">Sing lullaby to Jesus</div> -<div class="indent">Born in an oxen-stall.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sing lullaby to Jesus,</div> -<div class="indent">Born now in Bethlehem,</div> -<div class="verse">The naked blackthorn’s growing</div> -<div class="indent">To weave His diadem.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sing lullaby, sing lullaby,</div> -<div class="indent">While thickly snow doth fall,</div> -<div class="verse">Sing lullaby to Jesus</div> -<div class="indent">The Saviour of all.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[76]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">GOD’S BEAUTY IN THE SKY</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">God’s</span> beauty in the sky,</div> -<div class="indent">And in a silver cloud:</div> -<div class="verse">Everywhere in the world</div> -<div class="indent">His beauty cries aloud.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But why should I talk of it?</div> -<div class="indent">Let me drink it up</div> -<div class="verse">As now I drink this cider</div> -<div class="indent">From a big blue cup!</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">[77]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">THE LOST WORLD</h2> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">What</span> hues, what dances</div> -<div class="indent">Do I remember</div> -<div class="verse">Lighter than leaves dancing</div> -<div class="indent">And red November?</div> -<div class="verse">Why does my heart whisper</div> -<div class="indent">Under the trees,</div> -<div class="verse">“There are brighter colours and lighter</div> -<div class="indent">Dancers than these”?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What dream more golden</div> -<div class="indent">In firelight hovers</div> -<div class="verse">Than these faces of friends</div> -<div class="indent">And trusty lovers?</div> -<div class="verse">Why does my heart whisper</div> -<div class="indent">In this gay peace,</div> -<div class="verse">“There are bolder lovers and older</div> -<div class="indent">Comrades than these”?</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">[78]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><i>PROSE POEMS</i></h2> - - -<h2>DAWN</h2> -</div> -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Arise!—Arise!</span></p> - - -<p>Dew, like a thousand gems, is in the hair of the -dear earth eager to dance.</p> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - - -<h2 class="nobreak">THE VISIBLE WORLD</h2> - - - -<p><span class="smcap">Rub</span> your eyes! If a man believe not in earth, -how should he believe in heaven? If he love not -the visible, how should he its high symbol?</p> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - - -<h2 class="nobreak">FUEL</h2> - - - -<p><span class="smcap">You</span> are burning me in a flame whereat starved -men and women may warm themselves. But -you are angry that the winds blow my ashes into -your eyes.</p> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - - -<h2 class="nobreak">BLOW, INVISIBLE MOUTHS!</h2> - - - -<p><span class="smcap">Did</span> God blow upon a reed (having cut it to -His mind), what melodies might not be piped!—what -news of glorious birth! To you, beloved -Dead, I give my life that is but a reed. Blow, -blow, invisible mouths of God!</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">[79]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak">ANGRY LOVER</h2> - - - -<p><span class="smcap">Before</span> God’s throne came the angry lover. -“I am betrayed!” he cried, and the courts of -Heaven rang again with the sound of the word. -“Thy daughter Life have I wooed. For her have -I given all—yea, all—since that is the price of -love, and now, behold, Thou hast given me her -dark sister, Death!”</p> - -<p>“Yet have I but one daughter,” answered God.</p> - -<p>“Is it possible that even yet thou dost not -know me?” whispered the veiled one.</p> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - - -<h2 class="nobreak">HOME</h2> - - - -<p class="center"> -<span class="smcap">Home!—Home!</span></p> - -<p>All night the orchards sighing and surging.... -All night the branches tossing and gesturing -against the moon.... All night the scent of -the blossom.... But why do they say that -I am dead?</p> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - - -<h2 class="nobreak">LOVE SONG</h2> - - - -<p><span class="smcap">He</span> sang of the strong labouring of stars that -wheel in their courses, and of passionate Suns.... -Songs of courage against destiny, of scorn against -mean riches; songs of sorrow, and of dancing<span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">[80]</span> -joy; of childhood, old age, and life again after. -But never a song sang he of his beloved. Therefore -she laughed, and knew that he was still her -slave.</p> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - - -<h2 class="nobreak">THE WINDOW</h2> - - - -<p><span class="smcap">Blinking</span> at the sun, what things of horror -come peering out of me!—what ages of beasts! -O that God would look out of me upon His -world—that I might be a window for the eyes of -Christ!</p> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - - -<h2 class="nobreak">BROTHERS</h2> - - - -<p><span class="smcap">Are</span> men only our brothers? Were not the -animals and the stars at Bethlehem?</p> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - - -<h2 class="nobreak">HOLY BROTHERHOOD</h2> - - - -<p><span class="smcap">O you</span> who have found mankind for a brother, -be not content! 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