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D. + _these first pages from + the Romney Street Press_ + + + + + ¶THE THRUSH BEFORE DAWN + + + A voice peals in this end of night + A phrase of notes resembling stars, + Single and spiritual notes or light. + What call they at my window-bars? + The South, the past, the day to be, + An ancient infelicity. + + Darkling, deliberate, what sings + This wonderful one, alone, at peace? + What wilder things than song, what things + Sweeter than youth, clearer than Greece, + Dearer than Italy, untold + Delight, and freshness centuries old? + + And first first-loves, a multitude, + The exaltation of their pain; + Ancestral childhood long renewed; + And midnights of invisible rain; + And gardens, gardens, night and day, + Gardens and childhood all the way. + + What Middle Ages passionate, + O passionless voice! What distant bells + Lodged in the hills, what palace state + Illyrian! For it speaks, it tells, + Without desire, without dismay, + Some morrow and some yesterday. + + All-natural things! But more. Whence came + This yet remoter mystery? + How do these starry notes proclaim + A graver still divinity? + This hope, this sanctity of fear? + O INNOCENT THROAT! O HUMAN EAR! + + + + + ¶TO THE EARLY DEAD IN BATTLE + + + There is no length of days + But yours, boys who were children! How, + The past beset you in your childish ways, + With sense of Time untold! + + What have you then forgone? + A history? This you had. Or memories? + These, too, you had of your far-distant dawn. + No further dawn seems his, + + The old man who shares with you, + But has no more, no more. Time’s mystery + Did once for him the most that it can do: + He has had infancy. + + And all his dreams, and all + His loves for mighty Nature, sweet & few, + Are but the dwindling past he can recall + Of what his childhood knew. + + He counts not any more + His brief, his present years. But, Oh, he knows + How far apart the summers were of yore, + How far apart the snows. + + Therefore be satisfied; + Long life is in your treasury ere you fall; + Yes, & first love, like Dante’s. Oh, a bride + For ever mystical! + + Irrevocable good, + You dead, & now about, so young, to die, + Your childhood was; there Space, there Multitude, + There dwelt Antiquity. + + + + + ¶SUMMER IN ENGLAND 1914 + + + On London fell a clearer light; + Caressing pencils of the sun + Defined the distances, the white + Houses, transfigured one by one, + The “long, unlovely street” impearled. + O what a sky has walked the world! + + Most happy year! And out of town + The hay was prosperous, and the wheat; + The silken harvest climbed the down; + Moon after moon was heavenly-sweet, + Stroking the bread within the sheaves, + Looking twixt apples and their leaves. + + And while this rose made round her cup, + The armies died convulsed; and when + This chaste young silver sun went up + Softly, a thousand shattered men, + One wet corruption, heaped the plain, + After a league-long throb of pain. + + Flower following tender flower; and birds, + And berries; and benignant skies + Made thrive the serried flocks and herds— + Yonder are men shot through the eyes, + And children crushed. Love, hide thy face + From man’s unpardonable race. + + A REPLY + + Who said “No man hath greater love than this, + To die to serve his friend”? + So these have loved us all unto the end. + Chide thou no more, O thou unsacrificed! + The soldier dying dies upon a kiss, + The very kiss of Christ. + + + + + ¶A DAY OF, CLEAR WEATHER IN ENGLAND + + + Oh what a miracle wind is this + Has crossed the English land to-day + With an unprecedented kiss, + And wonderfully found a way! + + Unsmirched incredibly and clean, + Between the towns and factories, + Avoiding, has his long flight been, + Bringing a sky like Sicily’s. + + Oh fine escape, horizon pure + As Rome’s! Black chimneys left and right, + But not for him, the straight, the sure, + His luminous day, his spacious night. + + How keen his choice, how swift his feet! + Narrow the way and hard to find! + This delicate stepper and discreet + Walked not like any worldly wind. + + Most like a man in man’s own day, + One of the few, a perfect one: + His open earth—the single way; + The narrow road—the open sun. + + + + + ¶TO OLIVIA OF HER DARK EYES + + + Across what calm of tropic seas, + ‘Neath alien clusters of the nights, + Looked, in the past, such eyes as these? + Long-quenched, relumed, ancestral lights! + + The generations fostered them; + And steadfast Nature, secretwise— + Thou seedling child of that old stem— + Kindled anew thy darkling eyes. + + Was it a century or two + This lovely darkness rose and set, + Occulted by grey eyes and blue, + And Nature feigning to forget? + + Some grandam gave a hint of it— + So cherished was it in thy race, + So fine a treasure to transmit + In its perfection to thy face. + + Some father to some mother’s breast + Entrusted it, unknowing; Time + Implied, or made it manifest, + Bequest of a forgotten clime. + + Hereditary eyes! But this + Is single, singular, apart:— + New-made thy love, new-made thy kiss, + New-made thy errand to my heart. + + + + + ¶FREE WILL + + + Dear are some hidden things + My soul has sealed in silence; past delights, + Hopes unconfessed; desires with hampered wings, + Remembered in the nights. + + But my best treasures are + Ignoble, undelightful, abject, cold; + Yet Oh! profounder hoards oracular + No reliquaries hold. + + There lie my trespasses, + Abjured but not disowned. I’ll not accuse + Determinism, nor as the Master[1] says, + Charge even “the poor Deuce.” + + Under my hand they lie, + My very own, my proved iniquities; + And though the glory of my life go by + I hold and garner these. + + How else, how otherwhere, + How otherwise, shall I discern and grope + For lowliness? How hate, how love, how dare, + How weep, how hope? + +Footnote 1: + + George Meredith. + + + + + ¶IN SLEEP + + + I dreamt (no “dream” awake; a dream indeed) + A wrathful man was talking in the park: + “Where are the Higher Powers, who know our need + And leave us in the dark? + + “There are no Higher Powers; there is no heart + In God, no love”—his oratory here, + Taking the paupers’ and the cripples’ part, + Was broken by a tear. + + And then it seemed that One who did invent + Compassion, who alone created pity, + Walked, as though called, and hastened as He went + Out of the muttering city; + + Threaded the little crowd, trod the brown grass, + Bent o’er the speaker close, saw the tear rise, + And saw Himself, as one looks in a glass, + In those impassioned eyes. + + + + + ¶EASTER NIGHT + + + All night had shout of men, & cry + Of woeful women filled His way; + Until that noon of sombre sky + On Friday, clamour and display + Smote Him; no solitude had He, + No silence, since Gethsemane. + + Public was Death; but power, but might, + But Life again, but victory, + Were hushed within the dead of night, + The piteous dark, the secrecy. + And all alone, alone, alone + He rose again behind the stone. + + + + + ¶THE LORD’S PRAYER + + “Audemus dicere ‘Pater Noster.’” _Canon of the Mass._ + + + There is a bolder way, + There is a wilder enterprise than this + All-human iteration day by day. + Courage, mankind! Restore Him what is His. + + Out of His mouth were given + These phrases. Oh replace them whence they came— + The noun, the verb: the inconceivable “Heaven,” + The incomprehensible “Father,” & the “Name”; + + The “trespasses,” the “bread,” + The inexorable “will” and yet implored; + The miracle-words that are and are not said, + Charged with the unknown purpose of their Lord. + + “Forgive,” “give,” “lead us not”— + Speak them in Him, O man the unaware, + Speak by that dear tongue, though thou know not what, + Shuddering through the paradox of prayer. + + + + + ¶THE DIVINE PREROGATIVE + + + Lord, where are Thy prerogatives? + Why, men have more than Thou hast kept, + The king rewards, remits, forgives, + The poet to a throne has stept. + + And Thou, despoiled, hast given away + Worship to men, success to strife, + Thy glory to the heavenly day, + And made Thy sun the lord of life. + + Is one too precious to impart, + One property reserved to Christ? + One, cherished, grappled to that heart? + —To be alone the sacrificed? + + O Thou who lovest to redeem, + One whom I know lies sore oppressed. + Thou wilt not suffer me to deem + That I can bargain for her rest. + + Seven hours I swiftly sleep, while she + Measures the leagues of dark, awake. + Oh that my dewy eyes might be + Parched by a vigil for her sake! + + But Oh rejected! Oh in vain! + I cannot give who would not keep. + I cannot buy, I cannot gain, + I cannot give her half my sleep. + + + _Of these Poems fifty copies have + been printed by Francis Meynell + and others in the Fell Type + September 1915_ + +[Illustration] + + Rubricated by Edward + Johnston, December, 1915 + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + + TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES + + + ● Fixed typos; non-standard spelling and dialect retained. + ● Enclosed italics font in _underscores_. + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 79403 *** diff --git a/79403-h/79403-h.htm b/79403-h/79403-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..12e5a46 --- /dev/null +++ b/79403-h/79403-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,597 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> + <head> + <meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1"> + <meta charset="UTF-8"> + <title>Ten Poems | Project Gutenberg</title> + <link rel="icon" href="images/cover.jpg" type="image/x-cover"> + <style> + body { margin-left: 8%; 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H. D.</span></div> + <div><em>these first pages from</em></div> + <div><em>the Romney Street Press</em></div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='chapter'> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_3' role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="Page_3">3</span> + <h2 class='c003'>¶THE THRUSH BEFORE DAWN</h2> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-b c002'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>A voice peals in this end of night</div> + <div class='line'>A phrase of notes resembling stars,</div> + <div class='line'>Single and spiritual notes or light.</div> + <div class='line'>What call they at my window-bars?</div> + <div class='line in2'>The South, the past, the day to be,</div> + <div class='line in2'>An ancient infelicity.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Darkling, deliberate, what sings</div> + <div class='line'>This wonderful one, alone, at peace?</div> + <div class='line'>What wilder things than song, what things</div> + <div class='line'>Sweeter than youth, clearer than Greece,</div> + <div class='line in2'>Dearer than Italy, untold</div> + <div class='line in2'>Delight, and freshness centuries old?</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>And first first-loves, a multitude,</div> + <div class='line'>The exaltation of their pain;</div> + <div class='line'>Ancestral childhood long renewed;</div> + <div class='line'>And midnights of invisible rain;</div> + <div class='line in2'>And gardens, gardens, night and day,</div> + <div class='line in2'>Gardens and childhood all the way.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>What Middle Ages passionate,</div> + <div class='line'>O passionless voice! What distant bells</div> + <div class='line'>Lodged in the hills, what palace state</div> + <div class='line'>Illyrian! For it speaks, it tells,</div> + <div class='line in2'>Without desire, without dismay,</div> + <div class='line in2'>Some morrow and some yesterday.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_4' role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="Page_4">4</span>All-natural things! But more. Whence came</div> + <div class='line'>This yet remoter mystery?</div> + <div class='line'>How do these starry notes proclaim</div> + <div class='line'>A graver still divinity?</div> + <div class='line in2'>This hope, this sanctity of fear?</div> + <div class='line in2'><span class='sc'>O innocent throat! O human ear!</span></div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='chapter'> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_5' role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="Page_5">5</span> + <h2 class='c003'>¶TO THE EARLY DEAD IN BATTLE</h2> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-b c002'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>There is no length of days</div> + <div class='line in2'>But yours, boys who were children! How,</div> + <div class='line'>The past beset you in your childish ways,</div> + <div class='line in2'>With sense of Time untold!</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>What have you then forgone?</div> + <div class='line in2'>A history? This you had. Or memories?</div> + <div class='line'>These, too, you had of your far-distant dawn.</div> + <div class='line in2'>No further dawn seems his,</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>The old man who shares with you,</div> + <div class='line in2'>But has no more, no more. Time’s mystery</div> + <div class='line'>Did once for him the most that it can do:</div> + <div class='line in2'>He has had infancy.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>And all his dreams, and all</div> + <div class='line in2'>His loves for mighty Nature, sweet & few,</div> + <div class='line'>Are but the dwindling past he can recall</div> + <div class='line in2'>Of what his childhood knew.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>He counts not any more</div> + <div class='line in2'>His brief, his present years. But, Oh, he knows</div> + <div class='line'>How far apart the summers were of yore,</div> + <div class='line in2'>How far apart the snows.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Therefore be satisfied;</div> + <div class='line in2'>Long life is in your treasury ere you fall;</div> + <div class='line'>Yes, & first love, like Dante’s. Oh, a bride</div> + <div class='line in2'>For ever mystical!</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_6' role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="Page_6">6</span>Irrevocable good,</div> + <div class='line in2'>You dead, & now about, so young, to die,</div> + <div class='line'>Your childhood was; there Space, there Multitude,</div> + <div class='line in2'>There dwelt Antiquity.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='chapter'> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_7' role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="Page_7">7</span> + <h2 class='c003'>¶SUMMER IN ENGLAND 1914</h2> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-b c002'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>On London fell a clearer light;</div> + <div class='line in2'>Caressing pencils of the sun</div> + <div class='line'>Defined the distances, the white</div> + <div class='line in2'>Houses, transfigured one by one,</div> + <div class='line'>The “long, unlovely street” impearled.</div> + <div class='line'>O what a sky has walked the world!</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Most happy year! And out of town</div> + <div class='line in2'>The hay was prosperous, and the wheat;</div> + <div class='line'>The silken harvest climbed the down;</div> + <div class='line in2'>Moon after moon was heavenly-sweet,</div> + <div class='line'>Stroking the bread within the sheaves,</div> + <div class='line'>Looking twixt apples and their leaves.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>And while this rose made round her cup,</div> + <div class='line in2'>The armies died convulsed; and when</div> + <div class='line'>This chaste young silver sun went up</div> + <div class='line in2'>Softly, a thousand shattered men,</div> + <div class='line'>One wet corruption, heaped the plain,</div> + <div class='line'>After a league-long throb of pain.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Flower following tender flower; and birds,</div> + <div class='line in2'>And berries; and benignant skies</div> + <div class='line'>Made thrive the serried flocks and herds—</div> + <div class='line in2'>Yonder are men shot through the eyes,</div> + <div class='line'>And children crushed. Love, hide thy face</div> + <div class='line'>From man’s unpardonable race.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line in16'><span class='pageno' id='Page_8' role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="Page_8">8</span>A REPLY</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Who said “No man hath greater love than this,</div> + <div class='line in2'>To die to serve his friend”?</div> + <div class='line'>So these have loved us all unto the end.</div> + <div class='line'>Chide thou no more, O thou unsacrificed!</div> + <div class='line'>The soldier dying dies upon a kiss,</div> + <div class='line in6'>The very kiss of Christ.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='chapter'> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_9' role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="Page_9">9</span> + <h2 class='c003'>¶A DAY OF, CLEAR WEATHER IN ENGLAND</h2> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-b c002'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Oh what a miracle wind is this</div> + <div class='line in2'>Has crossed the English land to-day</div> + <div class='line'>With an unprecedented kiss,</div> + <div class='line in2'>And wonderfully found a way!</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Unsmirched incredibly and clean,</div> + <div class='line in2'>Between the towns and factories,</div> + <div class='line'>Avoiding, has his long flight been,</div> + <div class='line in2'>Bringing a sky like Sicily’s.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Oh fine escape, horizon pure</div> + <div class='line in2'>As Rome’s! Black chimneys left and right,</div> + <div class='line'>But not for him, the straight, the sure,</div> + <div class='line in2'>His luminous day, his spacious night.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>How keen his choice, how swift his feet!</div> + <div class='line in2'>Narrow the way and hard to find!</div> + <div class='line'>This delicate stepper and discreet</div> + <div class='line in2'>Walked not like any worldly wind.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Most like a man in man’s own day,</div> + <div class='line in2'>One of the few, a perfect one:</div> + <div class='line'>His open earth—the single way;</div> + <div class='line in2'>The narrow road—the open sun.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='chapter'> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_10' role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="Page_10">10</span> + <h2 class='c003'>¶TO OLIVIA OF HER DARK EYES</h2> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-b c002'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Across what calm of tropic seas,</div> + <div class='line in2'>‘Neath alien clusters of the nights,</div> + <div class='line'>Looked, in the past, such eyes as these?</div> + <div class='line in2'>Long-quenched, relumed, ancestral lights!</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>The generations fostered them;</div> + <div class='line in2'>And steadfast Nature, secretwise—</div> + <div class='line'>Thou seedling child of that old stem—</div> + <div class='line in2'>Kindled anew thy darkling eyes.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Was it a century or two</div> + <div class='line in2'>This lovely darkness rose and set,</div> + <div class='line'>Occulted by grey eyes and blue,</div> + <div class='line in2'>And Nature feigning to forget?</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Some grandam gave a hint of it—</div> + <div class='line in2'>So cherished was it in thy race,</div> + <div class='line'>So fine a treasure to transmit</div> + <div class='line in2'>In its perfection to thy face.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Some father to some mother’s breast</div> + <div class='line in2'>Entrusted it, unknowing; Time</div> + <div class='line'>Implied, or made it manifest,</div> + <div class='line in2'>Bequest of a forgotten clime.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Hereditary eyes! But this</div> + <div class='line in2'>Is single, singular, apart:—</div> + <div class='line'>New-made thy love, new-made thy kiss,</div> + <div class='line in2'>New-made thy errand to my heart.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='chapter'> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_11' role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="Page_11">11</span> + <h2 class='c003'>¶FREE WILL</h2> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-b c002'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Dear are some hidden things</div> + <div class='line in2'>My soul has sealed in silence; past delights,</div> + <div class='line'>Hopes unconfessed; desires with hampered wings,</div> + <div class='line in2'>Remembered in the nights.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>But my best treasures are</div> + <div class='line in2'>Ignoble, undelightful, abject, cold;</div> + <div class='line'>Yet Oh! profounder hoards oracular</div> + <div class='line in2'>No reliquaries hold.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>There lie my trespasses,</div> + <div class='line in2'>Abjured but not disowned. I’ll not accuse</div> + <div class='line'>Determinism, nor as the Master<a id='r1'></a><a href='#f1' class='c004'><sup>[1]</sup></a> says,</div> + <div class='line in2'>Charge even “the poor Deuce.”</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Under my hand they lie,</div> + <div class='line in2'>My very own, my proved iniquities;</div> + <div class='line'>And though the glory of my life go by</div> + <div class='line in2'>I hold and garner these.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>How else, how otherwhere,</div> + <div class='line in2'>How otherwise, shall I discern and grope</div> + <div class='line'>For lowliness? How hate, how love, how dare,</div> + <div class='line in2'>How weep, how hope?</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='footnote' id='f1'> +<p class='c005'><a href='#r1'>1</a>. George Meredith.</p> +</div> + +<div class='chapter'> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_12' role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="Page_12">12</span> + <h2 class='c003'>¶IN SLEEP</h2> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-b c002'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>I dreamt (no “dream” awake; a dream indeed)</div> + <div class='line in2'>A wrathful man was talking in the park:</div> + <div class='line'>“Where are the Higher Powers, who know our need</div> + <div class='line in2'>And leave us in the dark?</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>“There are no Higher Powers; there is no heart</div> + <div class='line in2'>In God, no love”—his oratory here,</div> + <div class='line'>Taking the paupers’ and the cripples’ part,</div> + <div class='line in2'>Was broken by a tear.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>And then it seemed that One who did invent</div> + <div class='line in2'>Compassion, who alone created pity,</div> + <div class='line'>Walked, as though called, and hastened as He went</div> + <div class='line in2'>Out of the muttering city;</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Threaded the little crowd, trod the brown grass,</div> + <div class='line in2'>Bent o’er the speaker close, saw the tear rise,</div> + <div class='line'>And saw Himself, as one looks in a glass,</div> + <div class='line in2'>In those impassioned eyes.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='chapter'> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_13' role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="Page_13">13</span> + <h2 class='c003'>¶EASTER NIGHT</h2> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-b c002'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>All night had shout of men, & cry</div> + <div class='line'>Of woeful women filled His way;</div> + <div class='line'>Until that noon of sombre sky</div> + <div class='line'>On Friday, clamour and display</div> + <div class='line in2'>Smote Him; no solitude had He,</div> + <div class='line in2'>No silence, since Gethsemane.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Public was Death; but power, but might,</div> + <div class='line'>But Life again, but victory,</div> + <div class='line'>Were hushed within the dead of night,</div> + <div class='line'>The piteous dark, the secrecy.</div> + <div class='line in2'>And all alone, alone, alone</div> + <div class='line in2'>He rose again behind the stone.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='chapter'> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_14' role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="Page_14">14</span> + <h2 class='c003'>¶THE LORD’S PRAYER</h2> +</div> + +<div class='nf-center-c0'> +<div class='nf-center c002'> + <div>“Audemus dicere ‘Pater Noster.’” <em>Canon of the Mass.</em></div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-b c002'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line in6'>There is a bolder way,</div> + <div class='line'>There is a wilder enterprise than this</div> + <div class='line'>All-human iteration day by day.</div> + <div class='line'>Courage, mankind! Restore Him what is His.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line in6'>Out of His mouth were given</div> + <div class='line'>These phrases. Oh replace them whence they came—</div> + <div class='line'>The noun, the verb: the inconceivable “Heaven,”</div> + <div class='line'>The incomprehensible “Father,” & the “Name”;</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line in6'>The “trespasses,” the “bread,”</div> + <div class='line'>The inexorable “will” and yet implored;</div> + <div class='line'>The miracle-words that are and are not said,</div> + <div class='line'>Charged with the unknown purpose of their Lord.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line in6'>“Forgive,” “give,” “lead us not”—</div> + <div class='line'>Speak them in Him, O man the unaware,</div> + <div class='line'>Speak by that dear tongue, though thou know not what,</div> + <div class='line'>Shuddering through the paradox of prayer.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='chapter'> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_15' role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="Page_15">15</span> + <h2 class='c003'>¶THE DIVINE PREROGATIVE</h2> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-b c002'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Lord, where are Thy prerogatives?</div> + <div class='line in2'>Why, men have more than Thou hast kept,</div> + <div class='line'>The king rewards, remits, forgives,</div> + <div class='line in2'>The poet to a throne has stept.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>And Thou, despoiled, hast given away</div> + <div class='line in2'>Worship to men, success to strife,</div> + <div class='line'>Thy glory to the heavenly day,</div> + <div class='line in2'>And made Thy sun the lord of life.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Is one too precious to impart,</div> + <div class='line in2'>One property reserved to Christ?</div> + <div class='line'>One, cherished, grappled to that heart?</div> + <div class='line in2'>—To be alone the sacrificed?</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>O Thou who lovest to redeem,</div> + <div class='line in2'>One whom I know lies sore oppressed.</div> + <div class='line'>Thou wilt not suffer me to deem</div> + <div class='line in2'>That I can bargain for her rest.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Seven hours I swiftly sleep, while she</div> + <div class='line in2'>Measures the leagues of dark, awake.</div> + <div class='line'>Oh that my dewy eyes might be</div> + <div class='line in2'>Parched by a vigil for her sake!</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>But Oh rejected! Oh in vain!</div> + <div class='line in2'>I cannot give who would not keep.</div> + <div class='line'>I cannot buy, I cannot gain,</div> + <div class='line in2'>I cannot give her half my sleep.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='nf-center-c0'> +<div class='nf-center c002'> + <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_16' role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="Page_16">16</span><em>Of these Poems fifty copies have</em></div> + <div><em>been printed by Francis Meynell</em></div> + <div><em>and others in the Fell Type</em></div> + <div><em>September 1915</em></div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='figcenter id001'> +<img src='images/i_015.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'> +</div> + +<div class='nf-center-c0'> + <div class='nf-center'> + <div><span class='color_maroon'>Rubricated by Edward</span></div> + <div><span class='color_maroon'>Johnston, December, 1915</span></div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='pbb'> + <hr class='pb c007'> +</div> +<div class='tnotes x-ebookmaker'> + +<div class='chapter ph2'> + +<div class='nf-center-c0'> +<div class='nf-center c008'> + <div>TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES</div> + </div> +</div> + +</div> + + <ul class='ul_1 c002'> + <li>Fixed typos; non-standard spelling and dialect retained. + </li> + </ul> + +</div> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 79403 ***</div> +</body> +<!-- created with ppgen.py 3.57i (with regex) on 2026-08-19 16:58:26 GMT --> +</html> diff --git a/79403-h/images/cover.jpg b/79403-h/images/cover.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..08f2b23 --- /dev/null +++ b/79403-h/images/cover.jpg diff --git a/79403-h/images/i_000.jpg b/79403-h/images/i_000.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..1dd1788 --- /dev/null +++ b/79403-h/images/i_000.jpg diff --git a/79403-h/images/i_015.jpg b/79403-h/images/i_015.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..9707c3c --- /dev/null +++ b/79403-h/images/i_015.jpg diff --git a/LICENSE.txt b/LICENSE.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6c72794 --- /dev/null +++ b/LICENSE.txt @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +This book, including all associated images, markup, improvements, +metadata, and any other content or labor, has been confirmed to be +in the PUBLIC DOMAIN IN THE UNITED STATES. + +Procedures for determining public domain status are described in +the "Copyright How-To" at https://www.gutenberg.org. + +No investigation has been made concerning possible copyrights in +jurisdictions other than the United States. 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