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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6833f05 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +* text=auto +*.txt text +*.md text diff --git a/77613-h/77613-h.htm b/77613-h/77613-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e3731f2 --- /dev/null +++ b/77613-h/77613-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,791 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> +<head> + <meta charset="UTF-8"> + <meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1"> + <title> + Lost city, verses | Project Gutenberg + </title> + <link rel="icon" href="images/cover.jpg" type="image/x-cover"> + <style> + +body { + margin-left: 10%; + margin-right: 10%; +} + +h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6 { + text-align: center; /* all headings centered */ + clear: both; +} + +p { + margin-top: .51em; + text-align: justify; + margin-bottom: .49em; +} + +.p4 {margin-top: 4em;} +.p6 {margin-top: 6em;} + +hr { + width: 33%; + margin-top: 2em; + margin-bottom: 2em; + margin-left: 33.5%; + margin-right: 33.5%; + clear: both; +} + +hr.chap {width: 65%; margin-left: 17.5%; margin-right: 17.5%;} +@media print { hr.chap {display: none; visibility: hidden;} } + +hr.r65 {width: 65%; margin-top: 3em; margin-bottom: 3em; margin-left: 17.5%; margin-right: 17.5%;} + +div.chapter {page-break-before: always;} +h2.nobreak {page-break-before: avoid;} + +.pagenum { + position: absolute; + left: 92%; + font-size: small; + text-align: right; + font-style: normal; + font-weight: normal; + font-variant: normal; + text-indent: 0; +} /* page numbers */ + + +blockquote { + margin-top: 0; + margin-bottom: 0; + margin-left: 5%; + margin-right: 10%; +} +.center {text-align: center;} +.smcap {font-variant: small-caps;} + +/* Poetry */ +.poetry-container {display: flex; justify-content: center;} +.poetry-container {text-align: center;} +.poetry {text-align: left; margin-left: 5%; margin-right: 5%;} +.poetry .stanza {margin: 1em auto;} +.poetry .verse {text-indent: -3em; padding-left: 3em;} + +.ph1 { + text-align: center; + font-size: xx-large; + font-weight: bold; +} + +/* Conventional dropcaps */ +.dropcap { + text-indent: 0em; +} +.dropcap:first-letter { + float: left; + margin: 0.1em 0.1em 0em 0em; + font-size: 200%; + line-height: 0.85em; +} +.x-ebookmaker .dropcap:first-letter { + float: none; + margin: 0; + font-size: 100%; +} + +.stanza.dropcap-stanza .verse:first-child { + text-indent: 0; + padding-left: 0; +} + +.poetry .verse.dropcap-follow { + text-indent: 0; + padding-left: 0; +} + +.upper-case +{ + text-transform: uppercase; +} + + +/* Poetry indents */ +.poetry .indent0 {text-indent: -3.0em;} +.poetry .indent2 {text-indent: -2.0em;} +.poetry .indent6 {text-indent: 0.0em;} +.poetry .indent10 {text-indent: 2.0em;} + + </style> +</head> +<body> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 77613 ***</div> + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</span></p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> +<p class="ph1" style="margin-top:4em; margin-bottom:4em;"> + LOST CITY +</p> +</div> + + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</span></p> +<p class="center">“My thanks are due to the Editors of +the <i>Westminster Gazette</i>, the <i>Cambridge Review</i>, +and the <i>Cambridge Magazine</i>, for permission to +reprint some of the following poems.”</p> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</span></p> + + +<h1> +LOST CITY +<br> +<span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: normal">VERSES</span> +</h1> + +<p class="center"> +<span style="font-size: small;">BY<br></span> +<span style="font-size: x-large;">KATHLEEN MONTGOMERY WALLACE</span> +</p> +<p class="center p6"> +CAMBRIDGE<br> +W. HEFFER & SONS LTD<br> +1918 +</p> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</span></p> + +<p class="center" style="margin-top:4em; margin-bottom:4em;">CANTABRIGIAE<br> +MORTUISQUE CARISSIMIS</p> +</div> + + + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="BEFORE" style="margin-top:4em; margin-bottom:4em;"> + BEFORE + </h2> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_6"></a><a id="Page_7"></a>[Pg 7]</span></p> + <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_GENTLE_COUNTY"> + THE GENTLE COUNTY + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza dropcap-stanza"> + <div class="verse dropcap"><span class="upper-case">From</span> north and south the counties</div> + <div class="verse dropcap-follow indent0">With hills and splendour call,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But Cambridgeshire of fenlands</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is gentlest of them all.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Sweetness of cool gray beanfields;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">May in the snow-white hedge,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And amber flame of sunsets</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Against the land’s stark edge.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Open and green and golden</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It spreads before the eyes,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With roads that call to follow,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">White under quiet skies;</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And under dreaming willows</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The river winds and gleams,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nor speaks above a whisper</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For fear to break their dreams....</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It winds about the township</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of gracious walls and towers,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Within whose shade is healing,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whose years are young as hours—</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh, here’s the Gentle County,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The land of hearts’ release,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In Cambridgeshire of fenlands,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Upon whose fields be peace....</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="ON_THE_LOWER_RIVER"> + ON THE LOWER RIVER + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza dropcap-stanza"> + <div class="verse dropcap indent0"><span class="upper-case">Oh</span>, when the very last is played</div> + <div class="verse dropcap-follow indent0">Of games that we have lost and won,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And out of reach of wind and sun</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You are a shade; and I a shade,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">We’ll not be sociable, nor mix</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With all those far heroic souls,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But slip away to where there rolls</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The quiet current of the Styx.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Charon will stand aside for us</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(Fingering a coin, all amaze),</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And you, whom every dog obeys,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Will swiftly deal with Cerberus,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Who, rearing an abysmal throat</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In bull-dog smile serene and bland,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With all three tongues will lick your hand</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And curl round meekly in the boat.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">So, moving smoothly from the side,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You with the oars and I the lines,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Over the tide where no sun shines</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That immemorial barque shall glide,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Sheer through the weeds and sedges dank,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Disturbing ghostly rats at play,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And veering, in a well-known way</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From one bank to the other bank....</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And when the backwater we pass</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where Lethe flows but makes no sound,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We will shoot on, nor turn us round</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At those faint voices from the grass;</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">“Turn. Here is room for millions yet,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And here the cure for every ill....”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Be still, most piteous shades, be still.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We would remember, not forget.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And when indignant ghosts who wait</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For Charon’s boat across the stream,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Shatter with shouts his pipe-filled dream,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Demanding why the —— he’s late—</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He’ll call across the waters black,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“Sorry, sir! They was lookin’ so</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Happy, I had to let them go—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And Heaven knows when they’ll be back!...”</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="ET_EGO_IN_ARCADIA_VIXI"> + ET EGO IN ARCADIA VIXI + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza dropcap-stanza"> + <div class="verse dropcap indent0"><span class="upper-case">Autumn</span> is on the fields and still November,</div> + <div class="verse dropcap-follow indent0">Here with a wide-winged flame and flooding of gold,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Here where the moist ploughed slopes rise fold on fold,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Down where the cherry-copse heart is a crimson ember,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Up where the blood red tide of the woods is rolled,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">—And oh, dear God! I remember—how I remember</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Autumn upon your fields in a time grown old....</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">—Shivering poplar trees on the long horizon,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Wastes of the dim deep fen, and the water’s gleam,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Rime all white on the furrow and toiling team,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Scarcely a streak of colour to rest the eyes on—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And here, where the beechwoods blaze and the red fires stream,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The call of your far, dank fields that the dead mist lies on,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Tugs at my heart for ever, and shatters my dream....</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="AFTER" style="margin-top:4em; margin-bottom:4em;"> + AFTER + </h2> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_13"></a>[Pg 13]</span></p> + <h2 class="nobreak" id="MAY_TERM_1916"> + MAY TERM, 1916 + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza dropcap-stanza"> + <div class="verse dropcap indent0"><span class="upper-case">I have</span> come back in a rich hour of May</div> + <div class="verse dropcap-follow indent0">My heart, to this gray town of yours and mine,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To the grave gardens by the river’s line</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where scents rise softly at the end of day</div> + <div class="verse indent0">—Back from hot city pavements worlds away,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where life flows outwards in a ceaseless line,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where soul treads hard on soul and makes no sign.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">—To the dear smell of lawns, and the branches sway.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Gold of the sky, black boughs, and the rooks call</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The evening stillness rises like a tide—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Across the cobbled court I hush my tread;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There is your window, lamplight on your wall,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There is a shadow on the blind inside—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But you are dead, my dear, but you are dead.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="WALNUT-TREE_COURT"> + WALNUT-TREE COURT + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza dropcap-stanza"> + <div class="verse dropcap indent0"><span class="upper-case">The</span> court below drowns in an emerald deep</div> + <div class="verse dropcap-follow indent0">Of dusk, all murmurous</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With things the river whispers in its sleep;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I, leaning outward thus</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From this high window, over the silence, hear</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Your voice, your laugh, and know</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Down in the dusk, and infinitely near</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You stand below....</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHESTNUT_SUNDAY"> + CHESTNUT SUNDAY + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza dropcap-stanza"> + <div class="verse dropcap indent0"><span class="upper-case">From</span> end to end of Cambridge town</div> + <div class="verse dropcap-follow indent0">The chestnut boughs move up and down,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And rain their petals on the grass</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And on the busy folk who pass.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Their foaming sweetness drops in showers</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Under a sky like gentian flowers;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">White as a bride’s is their array,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The chestnuts keeping holiday!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh, in your dreamless sleep, my dear,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I know, I know you see me here,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Between the voices and the sun,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And petals pattering, one by one.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I never feel you watch me weep,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nor din of battle breaks your sleep,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I am sure you woke this hour</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To see your chestnut trees in flower!</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="UNRETURNING"> + UNRETURNING + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza dropcap-stanza"> + <div class="verse dropcap indent0"><span class="upper-case">Under</span> these walls and towers</div> + <div class="verse indent2">By these green water-ways,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh the good days were ours,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The unforgotten days!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Too happy to be wise</div> + <div class="verse indent2">When the road used to run</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Under such maddening skies</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Headlong to Huntingdon.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Paths where the lilac spills</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Blossom too rich to bear;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Gold sheets of daffodils</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Lighting the Market Square;</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Shimmer of gliding prows</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Where the green shade is cool,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Tea under orchard boughs,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Smoke-rings by Byron’s Pool.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Sunset at back of King’s</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Behind the silver spire,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Talk of uncounted things</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Over a college fire—</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Red leaves above your door,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Gray walls and echoing street</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whose stones will never more</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Ring to your passing feet;</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Strange! to think Term is here,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Life leads the same old dance,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">While you lie dead, my dear,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Somewhere in France....</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_DREAM"> + THE DREAM + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza dropcap-stanza"> + <div class="verse dropcap indent0"><span class="upper-case">Through</span> the still streets whose windows were shut down</div> + <div class="verse dropcap-follow indent0">I wandered in a dumb and unknown town,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where streets wound on and on, and had no name,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where unseen fingers brushed my sleeve, and came</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To a walled place of trees, and a voice said,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“Seek here, seek here, and you shall find your dead!”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And stooping down beneath the boughs asway</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I found your name, and knew that there you lay.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the blue twilight fell, and the cold dew,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">While I lay in the grass and spoke to you....</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So, when I rose, “Now God be thanked,” said I,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“Who set my feet to find you, where you lie.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My own, my own, I shall not dream again</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You lie uncoffined in the pitiless rain....”</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And woke; and knew I dreamed; and turned, to see</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There, on my pillow, the old agony....</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="OLD_ROADS"> + OLD ROADS + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza dropcap-stanza"> + <div class="verse dropcap indent0"><span class="upper-case">I have</span> been glad in such unlikely places</div> + <div class="verse indent2">That now I walk in the same ways alone</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The very stones are thronged by vanished faces</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And echoes of dead laughter’s undertone.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Mellow stone courts, a bridge across a river,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">A frosty road whose flints strike leaping fire—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The dead days stab me till I stand and shiver,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Because of rose-light over a gray spire.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And there’s a cliff-road with the white gulls wheeling,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Where ev’ry time, they catch me unaware;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And still the happy ghosts come stealing, stealing,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">At just one corner of Trafalgar Square....</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">At city crossings and in heather spaces,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">There’s not a pathway that my feet have known</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But mocks me, with its throng of vanished faces</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And echoes of dead laughter’s undertone.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="NEW_ROADS"> + NEW ROADS + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza dropcap-stanza"> + <div class="verse dropcap indent0"><span class="upper-case">Of</span> all the winds that drive, be one to guide us</div> + <div class="verse dropcap-follow indent2">Into new roads, where we no more may be</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Haunted of feet that used to walk beside us,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And now lie silently.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Through crowded streets go treading the feet that left us,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">In spray-blown lanes they follow our steps like goads;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh unrestoring Powers that have bereft us,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Give us, at least, new roads!</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="DIED_OF_WOUNDS"> + DIED OF WOUNDS + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza dropcap-stanza"> + <div class="verse dropcap indent0"><span class="upper-case">Because</span> you are dead, so many words they say,</div> + <div class="verse dropcap-follow indent0">If you could hear them, how they crowd, they crowd;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“Dying for England—but you must be proud”—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And “Greater love, honour, a debt to pay,”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And “Cry, dear,” someone says; and someone “Pray!”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What do they mean, their words that throng so loud?</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">This, dearest; that for us there will not be</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Laughter and joy of living dwindling cold,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ashes of words that dropped in flame, first told;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Stale tenderness, made foolish suddenly.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">This only, heart’s desire, for you and me,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We who lived love, will not see love grow old.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">We who had morning time and crest o’ the wave</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Will have no twilight chill after the gleam,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nor any ebb-tide with a sluggish stream;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No, nor clutch wisdom as a thing to save.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We keep for ever (and yet they call me brave)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Untouched, unbroken, <i>unrebuilt</i>, our dream.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="INTERVAL_FRONT_ROW_STALLS"> + INTERVAL; FRONT ROW STALLS + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza dropcap-stanza"> + <div class="verse dropcap indent0"><span class="upper-case">Over</span> the footlights the ankles caper,</div> + <div class="verse dropcap-follow indent0">The grease paint glistens, the fringed eyes glance;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The last note shrills, and the curtain runs.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The man beside me opens a paper:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“Bitter weather—three mile advance—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Heavy losses—we take the guns.”</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And between my eyes and the crimson lights</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Move the ranks of men who sat here o’ nights,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And now lie heaped in the mud together,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Stiff and still in the bitter weather.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="YESTERDAY"> + YESTERDAY + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza dropcap-stanza"> + <div class="verse dropcap indent0"><span class="upper-case">The</span> winds are out to-night,</div> + <div class="verse dropcap-follow indent0">Strange winds, blown from a far-off troublous sea,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Rending the sky over the chimney pots,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Into a writhing web of jade and pearl—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And lashing my sedate black London trees</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All into wonder and a breathless maze.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent10">I wonder if you hear?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From your still bed under the Flanders soil,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I wonder if you know the winds are out?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For, if you do, I know across your sleep</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There comes the dream that’s tugging at my heart</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Alone here with the lamplight and the fire,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the day dying over London roofs:</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent10">The thin white road</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Leaping between the fenlands, where the sky</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Swoops down to meet the fields, the flat brown fields,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With never a hill’s curve, only poplar boughs</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like spires out of the mist at the day’s edge.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And all the mad winds of the world full cry</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Careering through the dusk into the town.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</span> </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent10">And down the narrow streets,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Under the gray towers and serene gray walls,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Under the yellowing elms along the Backs,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The winds went rollicking and dancing still;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Swaying the chain of lights down King’s Parade</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And driving purple cloud-wrack down the sky</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Running red flame behind the spires of King’s.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent10">And so they came to us</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Beating with wild wings in the court below,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Rocking the room, breaking the fire in gusts,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Filled with the spice of dead leaves and wet boughs,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Just as they come to me, alone, to-night.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent6">... My dear, they say they will rebuild the world</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Out of the soil where you and yours lie dead;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But not, I think, the free, the careless hours</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That knew no shadow of purpose, but were glad,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When the glad winds raced under Cambridge walls.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<hr class="p4 r65" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em"> +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">W. 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HEFFER & SONS LTD + 1918 + + + + + CANTABRIGIAE + MORTUISQUE CARISSIMIS + + + + +BEFORE + + + + +THE GENTLE COUNTY + + + From north and south the counties + With hills and splendour call, + But Cambridgeshire of fenlands + Is gentlest of them all. + + Sweetness of cool gray beanfields; + May in the snow-white hedge, + And amber flame of sunsets + Against the land’s stark edge. + + Open and green and golden + It spreads before the eyes, + With roads that call to follow, + White under quiet skies; + + And under dreaming willows + The river winds and gleams, + Nor speaks above a whisper + For fear to break their dreams.... + + It winds about the township + Of gracious walls and towers, + Within whose shade is healing, + Whose years are young as hours-- + + Oh, here’s the Gentle County, + The land of hearts’ release, + In Cambridgeshire of fenlands, + Upon whose fields be peace.... + + + + +ON THE LOWER RIVER + + + Oh, when the very last is played + Of games that we have lost and won, + And out of reach of wind and sun + You are a shade; and I a shade, + + We’ll not be sociable, nor mix + With all those far heroic souls, + But slip away to where there rolls + The quiet current of the Styx. + + Charon will stand aside for us + (Fingering a coin, all amaze), + And you, whom every dog obeys, + Will swiftly deal with Cerberus, + + Who, rearing an abysmal throat + In bull-dog smile serene and bland, + With all three tongues will lick your hand + And curl round meekly in the boat. + + So, moving smoothly from the side, + You with the oars and I the lines, + Over the tide where no sun shines + That immemorial barque shall glide, + + Sheer through the weeds and sedges dank, + Disturbing ghostly rats at play, + And veering, in a well-known way + From one bank to the other bank.... + + And when the backwater we pass + Where Lethe flows but makes no sound, + We will shoot on, nor turn us round + At those faint voices from the grass; + + “Turn. Here is room for millions yet, + And here the cure for every ill....” + Be still, most piteous shades, be still. + We would remember, not forget. + + And when indignant ghosts who wait + For Charon’s boat across the stream, + Shatter with shouts his pipe-filled dream, + Demanding why the ---- he’s late-- + + He’ll call across the waters black, + “Sorry, sir! They was lookin’ so + Happy, I had to let them go-- + And Heaven knows when they’ll be back!...” + + + + +ET EGO IN ARCADIA VIXI + + + Autumn is on the fields and still November, + Here with a wide-winged flame and flooding of gold, + Here where the moist ploughed slopes rise fold on fold, + Down where the cherry-copse heart is a crimson ember, + Up where the blood red tide of the woods is rolled, + --And oh, dear God! I remember--how I remember + Autumn upon your fields in a time grown old.... + + --Shivering poplar trees on the long horizon, + Wastes of the dim deep fen, and the water’s gleam, + Rime all white on the furrow and toiling team, + Scarcely a streak of colour to rest the eyes on-- + And here, where the beechwoods blaze and the red fires stream, + The call of your far, dank fields that the dead mist lies on, + Tugs at my heart for ever, and shatters my dream.... + + + + +AFTER + + + + +MAY TERM, 1916 + + + I have come back in a rich hour of May + My heart, to this gray town of yours and mine, + To the grave gardens by the river’s line + Where scents rise softly at the end of day + --Back from hot city pavements worlds away, + Where life flows outwards in a ceaseless line, + Where soul treads hard on soul and makes no sign. + --To the dear smell of lawns, and the branches sway. + Gold of the sky, black boughs, and the rooks call + The evening stillness rises like a tide-- + Across the cobbled court I hush my tread; + There is your window, lamplight on your wall, + There is a shadow on the blind inside-- + But you are dead, my dear, but you are dead. + + + + +WALNUT-TREE COURT + + + The court below drowns in an emerald deep + Of dusk, all murmurous + With things the river whispers in its sleep; + I, leaning outward thus + From this high window, over the silence, hear + Your voice, your laugh, and know + Down in the dusk, and infinitely near + You stand below.... + + + + +CHESTNUT SUNDAY + + + From end to end of Cambridge town + The chestnut boughs move up and down, + And rain their petals on the grass + And on the busy folk who pass. + + Their foaming sweetness drops in showers + Under a sky like gentian flowers; + White as a bride’s is their array, + The chestnuts keeping holiday! + + Oh, in your dreamless sleep, my dear, + I know, I know you see me here, + Between the voices and the sun, + And petals pattering, one by one. + + I never feel you watch me weep, + Nor din of battle breaks your sleep, + But I am sure you woke this hour + To see your chestnut trees in flower! + + + + +UNRETURNING + + + Under these walls and towers + By these green water-ways, + Oh the good days were ours, + The unforgotten days! + + Too happy to be wise + When the road used to run + Under such maddening skies + Headlong to Huntingdon. + + Paths where the lilac spills + Blossom too rich to bear; + Gold sheets of daffodils + Lighting the Market Square; + + Shimmer of gliding prows + Where the green shade is cool, + Tea under orchard boughs, + Smoke-rings by Byron’s Pool. + + Sunset at back of King’s + Behind the silver spire, + Talk of uncounted things + Over a college fire-- + + Red leaves above your door, + Gray walls and echoing street + Whose stones will never more + Ring to your passing feet; + + Strange! to think Term is here, + Life leads the same old dance, + While you lie dead, my dear, + Somewhere in France.... + + + + +THE DREAM + + + Through the still streets whose windows were shut down + I wandered in a dumb and unknown town, + Where streets wound on and on, and had no name, + Where unseen fingers brushed my sleeve, and came + To a walled place of trees, and a voice said, + “Seek here, seek here, and you shall find your dead!” + And stooping down beneath the boughs asway + I found your name, and knew that there you lay. + And the blue twilight fell, and the cold dew, + While I lay in the grass and spoke to you.... + So, when I rose, “Now God be thanked,” said I, + “Who set my feet to find you, where you lie. + My own, my own, I shall not dream again + You lie uncoffined in the pitiless rain....” + + And woke; and knew I dreamed; and turned, to see + There, on my pillow, the old agony.... + + + + +OLD ROADS + + + I have been glad in such unlikely places + That now I walk in the same ways alone + The very stones are thronged by vanished faces + And echoes of dead laughter’s undertone. + + Mellow stone courts, a bridge across a river, + A frosty road whose flints strike leaping fire-- + The dead days stab me till I stand and shiver, + Because of rose-light over a gray spire. + + And there’s a cliff-road with the white gulls wheeling, + Where ev’ry time, they catch me unaware; + And still the happy ghosts come stealing, stealing, + At just one corner of Trafalgar Square.... + + At city crossings and in heather spaces, + There’s not a pathway that my feet have known + But mocks me, with its throng of vanished faces + And echoes of dead laughter’s undertone. + + + + +NEW ROADS + + + Of all the winds that drive, be one to guide us + Into new roads, where we no more may be + Haunted of feet that used to walk beside us, + And now lie silently. + + Through crowded streets go treading the feet that left us, + In spray-blown lanes they follow our steps like goads; + Oh unrestoring Powers that have bereft us, + Give us, at least, new roads! + + + + +DIED OF WOUNDS + + + Because you are dead, so many words they say, + If you could hear them, how they crowd, they crowd; + “Dying for England--but you must be proud”-- + And “Greater love, honour, a debt to pay,” + And “Cry, dear,” someone says; and someone “Pray!” + What do they mean, their words that throng so loud? + + This, dearest; that for us there will not be + Laughter and joy of living dwindling cold, + Ashes of words that dropped in flame, first told; + Stale tenderness, made foolish suddenly. + This only, heart’s desire, for you and me, + We who lived love, will not see love grow old. + + We who had morning time and crest o’ the wave + Will have no twilight chill after the gleam, + Nor any ebb-tide with a sluggish stream; + No, nor clutch wisdom as a thing to save. + We keep for ever (and yet they call me brave) + Untouched, unbroken, _unrebuilt_, our dream. + + + + +INTERVAL; FRONT ROW STALLS + + + Over the footlights the ankles caper, + The grease paint glistens, the fringed eyes glance; + The last note shrills, and the curtain runs. + + The man beside me opens a paper: + “Bitter weather--three mile advance-- + Heavy losses--we take the guns.” + + And between my eyes and the crimson lights + Move the ranks of men who sat here o’ nights, + And now lie heaped in the mud together, + Stiff and still in the bitter weather. + + + + +YESTERDAY + + + The winds are out to-night, + Strange winds, blown from a far-off troublous sea, + Rending the sky over the chimney pots, + Into a writhing web of jade and pearl-- + And lashing my sedate black London trees + All into wonder and a breathless maze. + + I wonder if you hear? + From your still bed under the Flanders soil, + I wonder if you know the winds are out? + For, if you do, I know across your sleep + There comes the dream that’s tugging at my heart + Alone here with the lamplight and the fire, + And the day dying over London roofs: + + The thin white road + Leaping between the fenlands, where the sky + Swoops down to meet the fields, the flat brown fields, + With never a hill’s curve, only poplar boughs + Like spires out of the mist at the day’s edge. + And all the mad winds of the world full cry + Careering through the dusk into the town. + + And down the narrow streets, + Under the gray towers and serene gray walls, + Under the yellowing elms along the Backs, + The winds went rollicking and dancing still; + Swaying the chain of lights down King’s Parade + And driving purple cloud-wrack down the sky + Running red flame behind the spires of King’s. + + And so they came to us + Beating with wild wings in the court below, + Rocking the room, breaking the fire in gusts, + Filled with the spice of dead leaves and wet boughs, + Just as they come to me, alone, to-night. + + ... My dear, they say they will rebuild the world + Out of the soil where you and yours lie dead; + But not, I think, the free, the careless hours + That knew no shadow of purpose, but were glad, + When the glad winds raced under Cambridge walls. + + +W. HEFFER & SONS LTD., 104, Hills Road, Cambridge. + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 77613 *** |
