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+<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 79071 ***</div>
+
+<main>
+
+<p class="fh2">SAMPHIRE</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" aria-hidden="true">
+<div class="chapter">
+<h1>SAMPHIRE</h1>
+<br><br>
+</div>
+
+<p class="fh3"><span class="smcap">by</span><br>
+<span class="smcap">John Cowper Powys</span></p>
+<br><br>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent32">“Half way down</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hangs one that gathers Samphire, dreadful trade!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Methinks he seems no bigger than his head.”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent22">King Lear. Act IV. Scene VI.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+<br><br>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp10">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/ts.jpg" alt="TS logo">
+</figure>
+<br><br>
+
+<p class="center">NEW YORK<br>
+THOMAS SELTZER<br>
+1922</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" aria-hidden="true">
+<div class="chapter">
+<p class="center">Copyright, 1922, by
+<span class="smcap">Thomas Seltzer, Inc.</span></p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center"><i>All rights reserved</i></p>
+<br><br>
+
+<p class="center">PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA</p>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" aria-hidden="true">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p class="center">
+  DEDICATED TO LLEWELYN POWYS
+</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" aria-hidden="true">
+<div class="chapter">
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="CONTENTS">
+    CONTENTS
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="toc-container">
+<table class="autotable">
+<tr>
+  <td class="tdl"></td>
+  <td class="tdr allsmcap">PAGE</td>
+</tr><tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Ultimate</span></td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td>
+</tr><tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Demogorgon</span></td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_4">4</a></td>
+</tr><tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Old Pier-Post</span></td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_6">6</a></td>
+</tr><tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Castle of Gathore</span></td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td>
+</tr><tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Twilight of the Gods</span></td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td>
+</tr><tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Face</span></td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td>
+</tr><tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Heron’s Nest</span></td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td>
+</tr><tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Lubberlu</span></td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td>
+</tr><tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Old Satyr to the Young Platonist</span></td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td>
+</tr><tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Youth and Age</span></td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td>
+</tr><tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Metaphysic</span></td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td>
+</tr><tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Malice-Dance</span></td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td>
+</tr><tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Candle Light</span></td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td>
+</tr><tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Eclipse</span></td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td>
+</tr><tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Rider</span></td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td>
+</tr><tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">William Corby</span></td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td>
+</tr><tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">To a Certain Lady</span></td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td>
+</tr><tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The “Disaster”</span></td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td>
+</tr><tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">November</span></td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td>
+</tr><tr>
+  <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Bon Espoir Y Gist Au Fond!</span></td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" aria-hidden="true">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p class="fh2">
+  SAMPHIRE
+</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</span></p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" aria-hidden="true">
+<div class="chapter">
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_ULTIMATE">
+    THE ULTIMATE
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">So this is the ultimate—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That we bleed with our backs to the wall,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While the rats and weasels of fate</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Eat at our liver and gall;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Eat at our hearts with teeth of bane,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And tug at the sick white roots of pain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where every man’s alone,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And scrape a tune on the deep nerve-string</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That is love and life and everything,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And gnaw our flesh to the bone.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is this the ultimate?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">No! This is nothing at all!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>Some</i> human dramas stop with this;</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">With this some curtains fall.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But the play that the high gods love</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In their Theatre of Space</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Has the mind, the mind for the stage thereof</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the soul for its dancing place!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh shapes of terror and fear,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh shapes of loathing and lust,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That gibber and jibe at us <i>here</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ye break earth’s shallow crust.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Far back that stage recedes—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Who knows where that stairway goes?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Who knows where that passage leads?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And that door? Who knows? Who knows?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">For the rats that again and again</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Gnaw at each rib and joint</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the vessel of our pain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Stop gasping at this point;</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">And in crowds they flee from the ship</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That steers for the open sea</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And turns the prow of its bleeding lip</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Towards eternity!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" aria-hidden="true">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="DEMOGORGON">
+    DEMOGORGON
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I am the Devil of Notre Dame.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Salaam!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I dance my dance and I work my charm.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Salaam!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I cling to terror by the hair of her head,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I have taken Medusa to my bed.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I hug the Nightmare until she is dead.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Salaam!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hush! By the Lord’s side I have stood—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Touch wood!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Before Orion rose out of the sky</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Rose I!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Before the Hunter hunted the Ram</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I am</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I am the Demon of Socrates</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On your knees!</div>
+    </div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</span>    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The oldest of the Eumenides—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The she-ape of Mephistopheles—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The deadly wind in Dodona’s trees—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The poisonous smoke ’twixt the Pythia’s knees—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I am more terrible than these!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">In Jotunheim, Loki I’m called—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Scald!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I am Asmódéus in Babylon.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In Egypt I am Osiris’ son</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I am many and I am One.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">At the Beginning I stood by the Lord</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">God!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">At the last I shall be the Worm of the Pit</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Uncurled</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Who swallows Him and who swallows It</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His World!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" aria-hidden="true">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_OLD_PIER-POST">
+    THE OLD PIER-POST
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I am the sea-ward-looking one,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Covered with weed and slime—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Fresh fish for sale!”—of a row of posts,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That rotted by centuries nod like ghosts</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To the ebb and flow of time.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sea-tangle and sea-scum</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Will the Christ never come?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Two lovers that met at this ocean-mart,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With kissings and clingings pale</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Breaking the shell of a human heart</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And tearing its bleeding core apart,—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">—“Fresh fish, fresh fish for sale!”—</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Left a tress of shining hair on me;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And two sea-gulls that once were mates</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But were wrenched away by the blinding spray</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the unrelenting fates,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Left a feather on me, a shining feather,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With sea-scum covered and scales</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the mackerel bright they had caught together,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">—“Fresh fish for sale!”—in the wild storm-weather</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the fury of the gales.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the terrible ultimate thought of one</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Who had scooped at the shingle of things</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Till he’d taken the light from the kindly sun—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">—“Fresh fish for sale!”—and to death had done</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The light that the sweet moon brings,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Graved itself on the grey sea-mark</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wherewith with eyeless stare</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">I frown at the twilight and face the dark—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">—“Fresh fish for sale!”—and with forehead stark</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Confront a world’s despair.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">A shining tress, a feather, a thought—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With these I create a soul,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A soul that is not to be sold or bought;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yes; I who am nought and less than nought—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">—“Fresh fish for sale!”—have <i>something</i> caught</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From the waters as they roll!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yes; I, the sea-ward-looking one,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Covered with weed and slime,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Have gathered a soul to rest upon</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As I rock to the rhythm of time.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Bright hair, bright feather, brain-disease</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Blotting the sun and moon—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If an old sea-pier steals a soul from these,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Christ <i>must</i> be coming soon!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" aria-hidden="true">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_CASTLE_OF_GATHORE">
+    THE CASTLE OF GATHORE
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">There is a place none knows but I—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The Castle of Gathore!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Black murky pools about it lie.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the trees are sick with its mystery;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And dead things are its floor.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Each tree with twisted root entwines</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The bones of older trees.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Moon after moon above them shines—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Beyond the moon—the Zodiac signs!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Beyond <i>them</i>—the Immensities!</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">None would think that ever such pools could be!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Black morgues of leafy doom,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where century after century</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Old forests find their tomb.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh terrible steps of leaf-mould sod</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Such as man never saw</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That mount up—holy Mother of God!—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To the Castle of Gathore!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I alone—yes only I—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Under Algol and Altair—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When a new-born moon was in the sky</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Climbed up that mossy stair.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Old Cypress-roots of long decay</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Troubled my noiseless tread;</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Old Yews made midnight of the day</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As they met above my head.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Out of the trees, tier above tier,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Mossed stone above mossed stone,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Buttress on buttress, it towered there,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A Nightmare image, a thing of fear,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Revealed to me alone!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">My home! My home! To my heart I said—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">My home! To my soul I cried—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From here have been wafted those airs of the dead</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That have driven my true love from my bed,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And my true love from my side!</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">This is what divides me from him and her</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the blessed light of the sun;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Till the eyes of Algol and of Altair</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Are my only benison!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">This is what they guessed when in dumb surprise</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They turned and let me pass—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">This is what they saw behind my eyes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like a phantom in a glass!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">They saw those towers; they saw those trees;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I am alone once more—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Alone with the Immensities</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the Castle of Gathore!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" aria-hidden="true">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_TWILIGHT_OF_THE_GODS">
+    THE TWILIGHT OF THE GODS
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">In a long sad row the old gods come;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They come and bow to me.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like candle-flames in a raftered room,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like trees in an avenue of doom,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They bend in unity.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And a sound comes from them, a terrible sound,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like the wind in a tamarisk grove,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or a howl from some treacherous marshy ground</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where the swamp-demons move.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And in that moan is the cracking of sticks</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where Behemoth stalks thro’ the trees;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And in that moan is the flame that licks</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The knees of Rameses:</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And in that moan rocks Nineveh</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With her golden roofs and floors!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And in that moan quakes Babylon</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With her columned corridors!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">From my little green seat of piled-up sods</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like a dwarf on a churchyard mound</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I watch that row of bowing Gods</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I hear that terrible sound.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">They nod and mutter; they sway and bend</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like monoliths of stone,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like huge gaunt birds on a branches’ end,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And as they bend they moan.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">They shiver like monstrous skeleton leaves;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They rattle like gibbets stark;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They reel like ruined autumn sheaves</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the stubble of the dark.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Their eye-sockets are hollow and deep;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Their foreheads are cliffs of doom;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And they bleat at me like gigantic sheep</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That are herded in a tomb.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And very slowly I lift my head—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And slowly I lift my hand</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">—And a row of horny beetles dead</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lie scattered in the sand!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" aria-hidden="true">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_FACE">
+    THE FACE
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the hollow spaces I see a face</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As I go whistling to my Dear,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And in those lineaments I trace</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The ultimate Fear.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Throned on the dark that face I see,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As I go whistling to my Doll;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of human terror the apogee—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Fol-de-rol!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The wreckage of the whole damned race,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As I go whistling to my white bird,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is in that wavering ghastly face</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That speaks no word!</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is that face moulded by treachery</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As I go whistling to my Poll,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And carved by lust out of lechery?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Fol-lol-de-rol!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Has it woven itself out of ancient sorrows</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As I go whistling to my maid,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Out of all the To-days that to all the To-morrows</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shriek—“betrayed!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I like not to see that face in the night,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As I go whistling to my own:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A terrible face for the sweet moonlight</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To shine upon!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But as long as those lips utter no sound,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As I go whistling to my Troll,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">All is yet well above the ground,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Fol-lol-de-rol!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh white, white lips that hang so mute,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As I go whistling to my Love,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That ultimate Fear would be absolute</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">If you should move!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" aria-hidden="true">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_HERONS_NEST">
+    THE HERON’S NEST
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The World-Mother sits on her sky-blue eggs—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“A mare’s nest!” cries the minstrel, laughing.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Her wings are lovely—but what of her legs?”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Cries the youngest page to the courtiers scoffing.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“A wicked bird,” cries the mitred priest—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“To lay blue eggs and to sit on them!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Blue is no colour for bird or beast</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Blue is the colour of our Lady’s hem.”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“A shameless bird!” cries the old queen mother,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Eggs should be mottled white, not blue.”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“A pox on the bird!” cries the old king’s brother—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“There’s no such bird!” cry the courtier crew.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Home from hunting returned the King—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">White as a young birch-tree was he.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Ye are all of you plotting a curséd thing!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And evil is your conspiracy!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“I have seen the World-Mother upon her nest;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I have seen those eggs, blue as the sky;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And for what I have seen I would give the rest</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of my kingdom; and willingly die!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the minstrel winked at the youngest page;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the old queen pinched the fool;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the mitred priest to hide his rage</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Grinned at them like a ghoul.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Down on your knees to the great World-Mother!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">’Tis I, your King, who begs.”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But they stood stock-still and stared at each other—“The</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">King is mad,” cried the old king’s brother.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“I’ve traveled the world from one end to another—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Those eggs are Heron’s eggs!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">From the walls of the Madhouse upon the hill,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When this traveler came to be crowned</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">At the Queen’s and the Priest’s and the Courtier’s will,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There fell a curious sound—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A sound that was like the flapping of wings;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And a radiant voice that was like the King’s!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" aria-hidden="true">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="LUBBERLU">
+    LUBBERLU
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Green were her eyes,—yellow were her eyes—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Her eyes were like withered sedge!”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">—“This is holy Mass and the hour flies</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And there is red in the church-yard hedge.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Raise me aloft my taper’s flame,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Light me my candles three,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For I must call on the Baby’s name</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Who is born to young Mary!”—</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“O father, I see a blood-red streak</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the reeds where first I caught her—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I hear a cry makes my heart weak—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And turns my bones to water.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“The marsh-bittern and lone curlew</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That cry comes not from them—”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">—“Bring me bread and wine my Lubberlu,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And hold my vestments’ hem!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“The candles burn—The oxen kneel.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Boy, bring me my holy book—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Born is the King of Israel!”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">—“Oh father, my father, look!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“She is pressing her face ’gainst the window-pane,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where the saints stare in a row</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And her lips are red with the morning’s stain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And her cheeks are white like snow!”—</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">—“’Tis Christmas morn and the mass unsung</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For the Baby of young Mary!”—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But the idiot-boy from his side had sprung.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">At the window prone was he.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the oxen knelt in their frozen shed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the sheep in their hurdled pen;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But Lubberlu lay stark and dead,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He never will come again.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">They sign his breast and they sign his brow</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With the cross to which they pray—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But two lost souls are flying now</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Over the reeds and over the snow,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Over the hills and away.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" aria-hidden="true">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_OLD_SATYR_TO_THE_YOUNG_PLATONIST">
+    THE OLD SATYR TO THE YOUNG PLATONIST
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Go and get a monk for a lover,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And let me quietly sit</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On this warm stone which the lichens cover.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I have had enough of it!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Did the high gods carve your polished flanks</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And make liquid your hazel eyes,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That two should stand on a river’s banks</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And offer up the scurvy thanks</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of being over wise?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Let me alone. I have heard your tale,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">How Love is this and how Love is that.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Is not milk still white in the pail</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And wine still red in the vat?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I would have gathered you moschatel,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wood-spurge, wood-sorel, wood-saxifrage!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When the moon rode forth I’d have taught you to tell</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Every star in her equipage!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Because I’d loved you with satyr passion</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Were that a reason I should not keep</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Tenderness in my goat-foot fashion,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And watch beside your sleep?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The oldest of Centaurs is my brother—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The wild wood-ways are in my blood—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">My mother was the great earth-mother—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yet I can love you as well as another</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For all my satyrhood!</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Go find your friend. I have pride of my own,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But every noon I’ll sit</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On this warm lichen-covered stone,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And perhaps you’ll come back to it!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Perhaps when they <i>talk</i> of Love one day</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In their high platonic hall,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You will curse their chatter and flee away</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And find your Satyr’s grave and say,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“His love was best of all!”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" aria-hidden="true">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="YOUTH_AND_AGE">
+    YOUTH AND AGE
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“O wanton youth, this wind was not</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Over common highways blown</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From gardens far from here—God wot!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It has caught that plaintive tone.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Listen! But ah! It touches you not!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Listen! But ah! I had forgot—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The heart of youth is stone.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Did you not know such places were?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lovely are they and few,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The gardens that breathe such perfumed air!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Listen! But what care you?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Over many a moon-lit terraced spot</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It has come to claim its own</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Over Marjoram and Melilot,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Over London Pride and Bergamot,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It has come to trouble, doubt it not,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">All hearts save those of stone!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">—“I like not this breath in the swaying grasses!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I like not that shadow on the rustling trees!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I <i>suspect</i> that wind as it softly passes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Back to its garden of memories!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Your walled-up pansies are faded and sere;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Your dark parterres of cypress-green</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Make the very lizards listen in fear</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of phantom footsteps and forms unseen.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Your fountains are choked with hemlock weeds,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The toad croaks there and the night-owls call.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There are wandering dandelion-seeds</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where red rose-petals were wont to fall!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oh woe-begone one, you can tempt me not</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">With your proud sad gardens, your wind that sighs,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Your Mignonette and your Melilot!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The heart of youth is wise.”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" aria-hidden="true">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="METAPHYSIC">
+    METAPHYSIC
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dearie I! When I up and follows</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Grand-dad Cooper’s cross-cut road,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The road that from Hawk’s Hill to Green Lane Hollows</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is nought but rabbits and cuckoos and swallows</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And fields with turnip sowed,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dearie I! the road that over</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Badger’s Warren and Turnstile Hill</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Skirts park-fence by Witham’s Cover,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where old man Rob caught young Nell’s lover,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And leads to Dead Man’s Mill,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dearie I! I do stop and hear</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Out of wind a terrible sound;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And Almighty, he do whisper clear</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like a girt wold owl long-side my ear—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Nancy girl, this be holy ground!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dearie I! And he says to me—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“You’ve been here, Nancy, long ere this!”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And he lifts the veil of his mystery</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From the face of his abyss.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And high Hawk Hill and Green Lane Hollows</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Grow only dreams that I have dreamed;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And Grand-dad’s road with its cuckoos and swallows,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The road an old fox-bitch still follows,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is a fairy-place that only seemed!</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And Dead Man’s Mill grows doubly dead,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For its old-time pond of terribleness,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And him it drowned, like mists are fled!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And nought bides there but nothingness!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Gone, gone—all gone—shadows and dreams!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dearie I! and ’twere Grand-dad’s road</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whereon a’ drove Squire Withy’s teams</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And many a turnip-load!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" aria-hidden="true">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_MALICE-DANCE">
+    THE MALICE-DANCE
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">An intolerable singing</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From an ancient haunted lawn</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where the ghost-moths whitely winging</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Cross a moon-dial forlorn,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Drew me from you as you trifled</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With the jasmin in your hair,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dreaming that your beauty rifled</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">All my sense and held me there;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But I left you; and, escaping</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With a lost tune in my head,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Set my memory reshaping</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The old dances of the dead.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the intolerable singing</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Heard across that haunted lawn,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Drew me to the ghost-moths winging,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Round that moon-dial forlorn.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Over me the clouds were running</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Races with the naked stars,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And dark Yews were making cunning</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Love to whispering Deodars.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the ghost-moths drugged my reason,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I danced to that old tune</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Malice dances full of treason</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Round that dial of the moon!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" aria-hidden="true">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="CANDLE_LIGHT">
+    CANDLE LIGHT
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hush, true Love, as we sit and think</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And talk to shadows and watch the coals</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Redden up from beyond the brink</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the common reach of our souls.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Do you not catch a cry in the air?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">No! That is the wind in the chimney calling!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That is a curtain fluttering there!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That is a dead branch falling!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Burning wood when candles are lit</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Has a bitter-sweet breath that can carry far;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That can carry two lovers from where they sit</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">To the edge of the sea and over it</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where the unknown islands are.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Burning wood has a wizard spell</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Full of old sad stories and long-dead things;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like myrrh and cassia is that smell,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From the sepulchres of kings.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And whenever lovers like you and me</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sit together of a winter’s night,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There’s a cry on the wind, there’s a cry on the sea</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There’s a tongue in the candlelight.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And a great host gathers out of the dark</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From wild far places, from sunk sea-walls,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From fallen roofs where hyænas bark</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From ruined tents and kraals.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">It gathers towards us while you and I</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Talk to old shadows and sit and stare,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And let time and space and the world go by</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like smoke upon the air.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And as we gaze at the reddening coals</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lost in that amorous host are we;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That vast procession of lovers’ souls</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Drowns our identity.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">A procession, divided like Plato’s dream,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But rushing together on a winter’s night,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When the casement shakes and the red coals gleam</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And we kiss by candle light!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" aria-hidden="true">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_ECLIPSE">
+    THE ECLIPSE
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I said, Tonight is her plenilune,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the wise astronomers held their peace,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I said, Tonight this naked moon</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To her prisoned passion will give release;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And she shall gather the forests to her</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And draw the oceans up to her breast.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The mountain-torrents shall leap to undo her,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the virgin valleys shall be at rest:</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the fish from their fathomless feeding-ground</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In finny circles shall upward move,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the furry things at the lightest sound</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shall make the forest ache with love!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And fallen boughs that for centuries</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Have dreamed, I said, of such a night</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Shall feel in their mossy mortuaries</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The living touch of her liquid light!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Great promontories, where dawn by dawn</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Cormorants seeking the open sea</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With yearning jet-black necks up-borne</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Steer to the shoals of immensity,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shall thrill as they feel that naked shape</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Draw near with its luminous languorous power,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And over continent and cape</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Float like an amorous lotus-flower.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Now, I said, with that moon at full,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While the wise astronomers kept them still,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Maids will grow more than beautiful,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And starved love-longings will have their will!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Now, I said, in this perfect night,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lips that have paled and pined for passion</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Will take at last their full delight</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Mouth upon mouth in sweet lunar fashion!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Tonight is the night, I said to them all,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While the wise astronomers held their peace,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That Christ’s own cloak on Love shall fall</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And let mortal longings have full release!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Then I looked up. Oh pity, oh loss</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Irremediable! For behold the shade</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of our own dark planet crept across,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And on that glory its image laid.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Treachery in the heavens! It grew—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That shadow of evil and suppression</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Larger and larger with the smouldering hue</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the old intolerable repression!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It grew like some monstrous shadow of doom</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Crossing the threshold of a happy king</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Who begins to reck that his bridal-room</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Will be the place of his murdering!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Terribly, inch by inch it grew.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">Carved with the ruinous runic scrolls</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of our ancient woe and well I knew</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Betrayed once more were our human souls.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Treachery in the heavens! From land</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And sea and every forest way,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From frightened pastures and darkened sand</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Rose up a cry of wild dismay—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And Christ bent down and hid His head;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the haters of love laughed in their bed;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And “The Law is the law,” the astronomers said!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" aria-hidden="true">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_RIDER">
+    THE RIDER
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">On the horses of desire</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Over the tossing trees</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I have hunted the Pillar of</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Fire</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To his inmost fastnesses.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">On the eagles of despair</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where the thunders meet,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I have hunted the Powers of</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">the Air</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To their last retreat.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Over chasm and over crag</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On the horned moon riding,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I have hunted the night-hag</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To her furthest hiding.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">On the lions of exultation</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I ride to my doom!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">No tears of human desolation</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shall find my tomb.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" aria-hidden="true">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="WILLIAM_CORBY">
+    WILLIAM CORBY
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I drive my cows to Corby;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On sweet spring-grass they’re fed;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But it’s Madge who nestles wantonly</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In William Corby’s bed.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I drive my sheep to Corby,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the gold-dust’s on the willow;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But it’s Nellie’s winsome curls that lie</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On William Corby’s pillow.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I drive my geese to Corby</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When the bind-weed’s in the wheat;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But it’s Bess who cuddles warm and sly</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">’Neath William Corby’s sheet.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I drive my pigs to Corby;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the hips and haws are red;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But none but me will mind o’ he</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When William Corby’s dead!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" aria-hidden="true">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="TO_A_CERTAIN_LADY">
+    TO A CERTAIN LADY
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">They tore her scarlet gown.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“What’s in a kiss?” she said—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But they hunted her up and they hunted her down</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From end to end of their moral town,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Till they left her there for dead.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But the bleeding throat of her cry</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Was heard in another place;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And those who are older than earth or sky—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The austere ones of eternity ...</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They knew her of their race.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“What’s this?” they said. “For a kiss?” said they;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And they took the red from the dawn,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And they took the dance from the salt-sea spray,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And they took the purple out of the day,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the yellow out of the corn.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Give her life, give her love, give her peace,” they said.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Give her back her scarlet gown;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or with ashes of death upon every head</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dead you shall skip to the tune of the dead</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In your moral modern town!”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" aria-hidden="true">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_DISASTER">
+    THE “DISASTER”
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Without rudder, without sail</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Drifts my soul, the brig “Disaster,”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the madness of the gale</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Takes the place of mate or master!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Covered is its ghostly keel</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With sea-slime, sea-weed, sea-crust;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And its bulkheads groan and reel;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And its bolts are caked with rust;</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Storm-tossed sea-gulls phantom-white</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On the spars of the “Disaster”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Scream while the great winds of night</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Drive the derelict still faster.</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</span>    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the drowned men floating deep</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Leagues beneath that churning sea,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Mutter in their careless sleep,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“The brig ‘Disaster’ goes merrily!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the brig “Disaster” drives right on,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Without captain, without mate,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Top-sails, bowsprit, compass gone,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lost—exultant, desolate!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" aria-hidden="true">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="NOVEMBER">
+    NOVEMBER
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I will come back to you and you to me;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When the poplar-trees blow white and the rooks fly home,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the fishermen draw their nets out of the sea;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I will come back to you and you to me.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">When across the flooded weirs the wild-fowl fly,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When the dead leaves fall from each remembered tree,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When over the withered grass the plovers cry,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I will come back to you and you to me.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" aria-hidden="true">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="BON_ESPOIR_Y_GIST_AU_FOND">
+    BON ESPOIR Y GIST AU FOND!
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">One shimmering opal is all the air</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the sun like a young girl’s loosened hair</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Covers with pools of liquid yellow</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Window-sill, floor, and bed and pillow!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I touch the secret—yet have it not.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">It is—God! I’ve forgotten what—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yet the lovely madness wherewith we’re mad,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For no king’s penny is to be had!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ha! Monsieur Maggot and my Lord Rat</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">More’s in this business than you guess at!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The road-dust sleeps in the summer-heat</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the hot noon drowses on ripened-wheat,</div>
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</span>      <div class="verse indent0">And from weed to weed in the burnt-up grass</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Heavy-winged butterflies flutter past.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ha! Monsieur Maggot! Ha! my Lord Rat,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There’s more in this business than you guess at!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The moon floats high like a silver barge,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the bracken ferns grow strange and large,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the bull-rushes forget to shiver</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As she pours her magic on meadow and river;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the tall pond-reeds, where the cattle cross,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Stand silent; and silent dreams the moss;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the hazel-wood as the owl hoots by,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is too moon-tranced to heed his cry—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ha! Monsieur Maggot and my Lord Rat,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Here’s something for you to squinny at!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We pine and pine—but by Holy Rood</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There’s something here not understood—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And we are not yet the Devil’s food!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="transnote">
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Transcribers_Notes">
+    Transcriber’s Notes
+  </h2>
+<p>
+  <span style="margin-left: 1.0em;"><a href="#Page_20">p. 20</a> removed opening quote before “And evil”</span>
+</p>
+</div>
+</main>
+<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 79071 ***</div>
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