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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - - - -Title: Oxford Poetry - 1917 - -Author: Various - -Editor: Wilfred Rowland Childe - Thomas Wade Earp - Dorothy Leigh Sayers - -Release Date: January 1, 2016 [EBook #50815] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK OXFORD POETRY *** - - - - -Produced by MWS, Les Galloway and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was -produced from images generously made available by The -Internet Archive/Canadian Libraries) - - - - - - - - OXFORD POETRY - - 1917 - - - EDITED BY - - W. R. C., T. W. E., AND D. L. S. - - - (_SECOND IMPRESSION_) - - - OXFORD - B. H. BLACKWELL, BROAD STREET - 1918 - - - - - OXFORD POETRY SERIES - - OXFORD POETRY 1910-1913. Edited by G. D. H. C., G. P. D., and W. S. V. - With an Introduction by GILBERT MURRAY. Cloth boards, 4s. net. - - OXFORD POETRY 1914. Edited by G. D. H. C. and W. S. V. With a Preface - by Sir WALTER RALEIGH. [_Out of print._ - - - OXFORD POETRY 1915. Edited by G. D. H. C. and T. W. E. Roxburgh - parchment, 2s. 6d. net; sewed, 1s. 3d. net. - - OXFORD POETRY 1916. Edited by T. W. E., W R. C., and A. L. H. Uniform - with the above. - - OXFORD POETRY 1914-1916. Uniform with the 1910-1913 volume. Now ready. - 4s. net. - - - NEW YORK AGENTS - LONGMANS, GREEN & CO., FOURTH AVENUE - AND THIRTIETH STREET - - - - -CONTENTS - - -P. BLOOMFIELD (BALLIOL) PAGE -SECOND-BEST 1 - -M. ST. CLARE BYRNE (SOMERVILLE) -FAVETE LINGUIS 2 - -J. E. A. CARVER (MAGDALEN) -TINTAGIL 3 - -EUGENE PARKER CHASE (MAGDALEN) -ON SUSSEX DOWNS 4 - -W. R. CHILDE (MAGDALEN) -THE LAST ABBOT OF GLOUCESTER 5 -THE GOTHIC ROSE 6 - -GERALD H. CROW (HERTFORD) -AD DOMINAM SUAM MARIAM VIRGINEM 7 -DESIDERIO DESIDERAVI 8 -HUMILITY 9 - -D. N. DALGLISH (ST. HILDA'S) -OTMOOR 10 - -E. C. DICKINSON (NON-COLL.) -A CHILD'S VOICE 12 -RIVER SONG 14 - -E. R. DODDS (UNIVERSITY) -MEASURE 15 - -C. J. DRUCE (NON-COLL.) -THE MEETING 16 - -T. W. EARP (EXETER) -THE CANAL 18 -SOLITUDE 19 - -U. ELLIS-FERMOR (SOMERVILLE) -SED MILES 20 - -JOAN EVANS (ST. HUGH'S) -THE HAMADRYAD 21 - -FLORA FORSTER (SOMERVILLE) -DUCKLINGTON 22 - -L. GIELGUD (MAGDALEN) -SUMMER DEVILRY 23 - -ROBERT GRAVES (ST. JOHN'S) -DOUBLE RED DAISIES 24 -DEAD COW FARM 25 - -RUSSELL GREEN (QUEEN'S) -DE MUNDO 26 - -MERCY HARVEY (ST. HILDA'S) -SONG 28 - -H. C. HARWOOD (BALLIOL) -CALL OF THE DEAD 29 -RETURN 30 - -E. E. ST. L. HILL (KEBLE) -DIFFIDENCE 32 - -A. L. HUXLEY (BALLIOL) -L'APRÈS-MIDI D'UN FAUNE 33 - -C. R. JURY (MAGDALEN) -LOVE 37 -SONNET 38 - -CHAMAN LALL (JESUS) -"THIRTY YEARS AFTER" 39 - -M. LEIGH (SOMERVILLE) -TWO EPITAPHS 41 - -E. H. W. MEYERSTEIN (MAGDALEN) -THE FINGER 42 -LONDON 43 - -EVAN MORGAN (CHRIST CHURCH) -IN OLDEN DAYS 45 -A SERENADE 46 - -F. ST. V. MORRIS (WADHAM) -LAST POEM 47 - -ROBERT NICHOLS (TRINITY) -THE MAN OF HONOUR 48 - -ELIZABETH RENDALL (HOME STUDENT) -MY SOUL IS AN INFANTA 50 - -D. L. SAYERS (SOMERVILLE) -FAIR EREMBOURS 52 - -H. SIMPSON (HOME STUDENT) -"THERE ARE QUANTITIES OF THINGS" 54 - -E. E. SMITH (UNIVERSITY) -THE VOYAGE 55 - -L. A. G. STRONG (WADHAM) -THE MAD MAN 56 -THE BAIT-DIGGER'S SON 57 - -D. E. A. WALLACE (SOMERVILLE) -SONNET IN CONTEMPT OF DEATH 59 - -LEO WARD (CHRIST CHURCH) -THE LAST COMMUNION 60 - - - - - _P. BLOOMFIELD_ - - (_BALLIOL_) - - -SECOND-BEST - - I would sail all alone up the stream, - Since you are far away, dear brother; - I would sail alone, and rather dream - Of you, than change thoughts with another. - - Now May is come so beautiful, so blue, - And the chestnuts and the willows are green - Again ... then, since I may not be near you, - Dear brother, let me sail alone, unseen, - 'Neath the overhanging buds, past rushes - Where the white, graceful swan sits on her nest, - Hear the song of the ripples and thrushes - And be with solitude ... the second-best. - - All alone up the stream would I sail, - Think of your smile, and your voice, and eyes, - Fear you were out of a fairy-tale, - Paint your vision, brother, in the skies. - - - - - _M. ST. CLARE BYRNE_ - - (_SOMERVILLE_) - - -FAVETE LINGUIS - - There are few people, being by, - That leave me peacefully to lie: - Mostly their restless brains, or mine, - Seek each the other to divine: - Silence, that rightfully should be - Clear-hearted as a stretch of sea - That runs far inland, luminous, - To rest in still shades verdurous, - Becomes instead a thwarted thing, - With only waywardness to bring. - - All otherwise in you I find - The inner places of the mind: - The gift of quiet on your brow - Like some long benediction now - Closes upon me: spirit-born - Tranquillity enfolds each worn - Wan thought, with slender fingers cool - Drawing away from off the pool - Of night the mists that hide a star, - Dreaming wondrously afar: - Till vision cometh down for me - In gracious white serenity. - - - - - _J. E. A. CARVER_ - - (_MAGDALEN_) - - -TINTAGIL - - I lay on the verge of a Western cliff - On a waning Summer's day, - And watched the seagulls' skimming flight - As their shrill call filled the bay. - - The waves rolled on from pool to pool - To the end of the rock-strewn lea: - Where a glistening stream through a vale sped on, - With its leaping trout, to the sea. - - The wind rose, too, from a breath to a blast - As the rising tide drew near, - And the rain-clouds swelled from the distant deep, - So I knew 'twas a storm to fear. - - I've lived on that coast for years now, - And I love the roar of the waves - As they lash the seaweed on the shore, - And the cold grey rocks and the caves. - - - - - _EUGENE PARKER CHASE_ - - (_MAGDALEN_) - - -ON SUSSEX DOWNS - - A boy stood on the windy Sussex downs, - Resting a moment in his lonely walk - To gaze at the fresh fields, and their neighbour towns - Sunk in the valleys watered by thin streams - And sheltered by the pallid hills of chalk. - - It seemed a land for slow and leisured dreams, - For fantasy, vague and cool as the mist. - The church there in the field, with yew-trees round - Should send across the air a silver sound - Of holy bells. The loud rooks should desist - A moment from their cawing; the dim sun - Brighten his face, the rounded meadows glisten, - And all the windswept grassy hillsides listen - And then take up the sound the bells begun. - - Slowly, at length, rounding the hill, a white, - Long, slender, floating airship flies. - It, of this quiet landscape, is the sight - Most peaceful--white splash on the blue spring skies. - It passes over the church-crowned slope, it blends - Its whiteness for a moment with the cloud, - And finally, with nose a little bowed, - Off towards the distant sea its course it bends. - - The watching boy beheld no other change - In all the placid, comfortable scene, - And yet he deeply realized what mean - The airships and the other things that are strange, - But form a living part of England now; - And when he left the place where he had been, - He seemed to have become a man somehow. - - - - - _W. R. CHILDE_ - - (_MAGDALEN_) - - -THE LAST ABBOT OF GLOUCESTER - - The Middle Ages sleep in alabaster - A delicate fine sleep. They never knew - The irreparable hell of that disaster, - That broke with hammers Heaven's fragile blue. - - Yea, crowned and robed and silent he abides, - Last of the Romans and that ivory calm, - Beneath whose wings august the minster-sides - Trembled like virgins to the perfect Psalm. - - Yea, it is gone with him, yea, it returns not; - The gilt proud sanctuaries are dust, the high - Steam of the violet fragrant frankincense burns not: - All gone; it was too beautiful to die. - - It was too beautiful to live; the world - Ne'er rotted it with her slow-creeping hells: - Men shall not see the Vision crowned and pearled, - When Jerusalem blossomed in the noontide bells! - - -THE GOTHIC ROSE - - Amid the blue smoke of gem-glassed chapels - You shall find Me, the white five-wounded Flower, - The Rose of Sarras. Yea, the moths have eaten, - And fretted the gold cloths of the duke of York, - And lost is the scarlet cloak of the cardinal Beaufort; - Tapers are quencht and rods of silver broken, - Where once king Richard dined beneath the leopards: - But think you that any beautifulness is wasted, - Wherewith Mine angels have blessed the blue-eyed English, - Twining into stone an obscure dream of Heaven, - A crown of flinty spines about the Rose, - A slim flame blessing the coronal of thorns? - And York is for ever the White Rose of Mary, - And Lancaster is dipt in the Precious Blood, - Though the high shrine that was built by the king of the Romans - Be down at Hayles, and the abbey of saint Mary - Be shattered now in three-towered Eboracum. - - - - - _GERALD H. CROW_ - - (_HERTFORD_) - - -AD DOMINAM SUAM MARIAM VIRGINEM - - O lily Lady of loveliness, - O tender-hearted, marvellous-eyed, - Bend from Thine aureate throne and bless - The lonely people and comfortless - At Jesu-Mass and Vespertide. - - And bless the mighty and proud of mien, - The scornful folk that pity and pass,-- - For they are lonely as none have been, - The proud that lack on whom to lean-- - At Vespertide and Jesu-Mass. - - And bless before Thou makest end - Both me and mine in sorrow and pride, - Where frankincense and prayer ascend - And kneeling lilies whisper and bend - At Jesu-Mass and Vespertide. - - -DESIDERIO DESIDERAVI - - Dear Father God, I want but one thing now. - Because I have been heart-proud all my days, - And given and asked all proudly for Love's sake, - In search of some lost tenderness out of the world, - And somehow never found it, I want this. - I want to choose my death as I have chosen - Mine other lovers proudly, and cleave to him. - I do not want to die afraid and failing - Some king that trusted me; nor yet to leave - This beautiful bright-coloured world in anguish, - Dirt, ugliness, old age, or shamefully - Eaten up with lust. I want to make myself - Lovelier on that last day than any of these - My lovers yet have found me, and so to die - Calmly by mine own hand and follow after - That tenderness that somehow passed me by, - That tenderness that will not let me be. - - -HUMILITY - - Take counsel, O my friend, of your heart's pride, - And choose the proud thing alway. Never heed - The "wretched, rash, intruding fools" of the world, - Nor take the half-truths that life brings old men - For wisdom: nor the naked indecencies - That purity-mongers have shamed children with - For goodness: nor the silly hypocrisies - Of mean men for humility. But say, - "God is my Father. Christ was young and died - To comfort me. The towering archangels - With all their blue and gold and steely mail - Are my strong helpers and mine elder brothers. - The sweet white virgins gone to martyrdom - Calm-eyed and singing are my sisters." Yea, - Because of all these things keep your heart proud. - Be proud enough to serve the poor, too proud - To attend the rich: enough to love, not hate, - And give, not sell. Remember gentleness - Is the heart's pride of understanding, truth - Her greatness that will not be afraid for wrath - Nor flatter favour. This remember also, - The pure in heart shall walk like fierce white flames - Questing across the world in goodlier hope - And knightlier courtesy than they of the Graal, - For these are they in the end that shall see God. - - - - - _D. N. DALGLISH_ - - (_ST. HILDA'S_) - - -OTMOOR - - The armies take the field in May, - And trees go marching all the day - On Otmoor, where the winds are strong - And mornings are a season long; - Where shining clouds halt for a pace, - Idling behind out of the race. - On Otmoor, hedges never die - Once spring has flung her tapestry; - And there most kindly summer throws - The lightest snowflakes of the rose, - And buttercups grow tall and straight - In fields that keep an open gate, - And daisies make a frosty gleam; - And yet you may not sleep nor dream, - Though field and road and wood are blessed, - Touched by the peaceful hands of rest. - On Otmoor, you may hear the voice - Of living green things that rejoice-- - Hedges that boast defended fields, - And green seclusions proud of shields; - Great open deserts in the sky, - Cool icebergs slowly riding by - In the unruffled sea of blue; - Branches that let the sun pass through, - The cuckoo and the ecstatic lark, - Shadows that play at being dark-- - In every leaf and stem and flower - There throbs a kindly, silent power, - And energies of being pass - From every breeze that stirs the grass, - And close around, with friendly care, - I feel the encircling sky and air, - That keep me safe, that hold without - Each shuddering fear, each traitorous doubt. - So am I safe and fenced around; - Boundless themselves, they set my bound, - For, should I make the ring less wide, - My fears start up on every side; - And only in unmeasured space - Can lives meet Life with braver face. - Here I may watch the silent earth - Consuming what shall come to birth; - For every leaf that falls and dies - Unbounded woodlands shall arise, - And though the roadside stream be dead, - New springs leap at the mountain head. - - - - - _E. C. DICKINSON_ - - (_NON-COLL._) - - -A CHILD'S VOICE - - 'Twas in a far back swallow-time - When the air was filled with chime - Of Sunday bells that danced in tune - With Eastern phantasies, - A child within a garden's boon - Oft sighed with saddened eyes. - - A swallow screamed and wheeled at him - Beside the greenhouse door; - It knew that there he strove to limn - The need in his soul's core: - And he is lonely and sad who tells - His need to Sunday bells. - - Of playfellows there was not one - To whom at wake of sun - The child might turn to speak a dream - Of lazy summer seas - O'er which a ship rode fair of beam - Bringing his soul's keys; - - And how a wondrous alien boy - Trod proud that ship of Fate. - There mid the bells of Sunday joy - He whispered, "Come not late - Within my longing, for my play - Won't keep for any day." - - "The greenhouse tank is stagnant now - Under the cherry bough; - And there a ship is by the quay, - The joy of my Baghdad. - Oh come, oh come and play with me - That I should not be sad." - - The jewelled shade of evening's hood - Held many Eastern tales; - And cinnamon and sandalwood - Lurked in his camels' bales. - But then a swallow harshly screamed - And tumbled what he dreamed. - - And that was back in swallow-time - With life a child's rhyme. - And some came true of what he dreamed, - And some has been forgot. - But life with sadness still is seamed, - And thorns take long to rot. - - -RIVER SONG - - One day I would be glad - And with all quiet be - Except your cadenced murmur - Beside the willow-tree. - - One day I would be glad - With fields of king-cup gold: - One day of dancing water - Below the cuckoo-fold. - - One day I would be glad - With crowned vermilion kings - Whose scarves are lilies blowing - Where youth for ever sings. - - One day I would be glad - With Oxford's poplared grace: - One day with love between us - And then--to lose your face. - - - - - _E. R. DODDS_ - - (_UNIVERSITY_) - - -MEASURE - - I think we are made the prisoners of the sun, - Snared in the waxing and the waning passion, - Lest life should grow intense - To burn up sense - And lose life's fashion in the unfashioned One. - - I believe the cool unlabouring dark is sent - Swift on the wildness of the day's mad ending - Lest the delight of fire - Consume desire - And in Love's spending Love itself be spent. - - I believe the rain-soft autumn has its task - To curb the stretched importunate flame of summer, - For fear too strong a fever - Should quite dissever - The invisible murmur from the coloured mask. - - This is the sun's wisdom: that change and rest - And change, the embodied world's recurrent measure, - In check and counterpoise - Contain all joys - Lest the one treasure perish, being possessed. - - - - - _C. J. DRUCE_ - - (_NON-COLL._) - - -THE MEETING - - But we should meet in very different wise-- - On some clear-lifted crest when sunset stills - Wide cleansing winds, and transient beauty lies - Immortal in the moment it fulfils: - - Or down a deep glade you should come to me, - Moving your limbs with slow primordial ease, - With eyes whose calm has caught the mystery - That walks at dawn beneath the gloom of trees: - - Or by the tenderness of a placid stream: - Or anywhere where trivial clamours cease, - And things irrelevant fade like a dream, - That souls may grow articulate in peace. - - Instead of this, I know what will befall:-- - The seething station where, urged and confined, - Chaotic energies interweave and brawl, - And confused sights and sounds beat on my mind; - - There I shall wait, and feel my spirit's flame - (Trained upwards, purged, for that white moment's sake) - Flicker, burn thickly, bowing to the claim - Of alien currents that I cannot break. - - For all the folk who come and go, or stand - With strained expectant eyes, or talk with those - From whom they soon must part, have at command - Some part of my unwilling brain, impose - - Conjectured joys and griefs upon my sense, - As they, perhaps, guess at my purpose here; - And jealous egotisms feed suspense - As the desired, half-dreaded hour draws near. - - At last a rumble, distant, ominous, hoarse, - Swells to a shattering roar that daunts the world; - And round the curve, a black embodied force - Triumphantly increases, and is hurled - - Like a great wave upon us, swallowing all. - Vague figures wax and wane and fluctuate - In the inane, till one, more steadfast-small, - Persists, grows luminous, letting penetrate - - Some likeness of your shape, and of your face - Some strange reflected charm: I grope to find - A hand with mine in the resisting space, - Hear my tongue utter what no thought designed, - - Weak ineffectual words, unheedful of replies-- - Questions of tickets, luggage, urge and swarm-- - But far beneath all this, in secret lies - An infant consciousness, yet feebly warm - - With life, and promise that the time is nigh - That crowds or things no longer may subdue, - When the dull futile body that is I - Shall feel the quickening spirit that is you. - - - - - _T. W. EARP_ - - (_EXETER_) - - -THE CANAL - - When you're tired of books and the dusty, well-known room - It's good to put on a gown and go for a walk, - Taking deep breaths and smelling the hawthorn bloom - By the canal, where shadowy lovers talk. - - They are far too happy to care if anyone passes, - And you envy a little, as you go along, - Those happy lovers of the lower classes - Whose emotions are like the rhythm of a rag-time song. - - The breath of the summer night is about your head, - Burdened with fragrance, lulling the brain to sleep, - You begin to forget the dull things you have read, - And just go walking on and breathing deep. - - -SOLITUDE - - They have been sitting here until eleven, - The loud and the quiet and the one who is never shocked, - And we talked of most of the things between hell and heaven, - But now the last friend has gone and the door is locked. - - And I cannot help feeling, though it's rather silly, - A little afraid to be left so quiet and alone; - I can hear a petal drop from the tiger-lily, - So complete and awful has the silence grown. - - I long to hear that tramp of the policeman's - Outside the shutters, but the night is dumb, - And in a state of tension unknown to Huysmans - I wait and wait for the sound that will not come. - - - - - _U. ELLIS-FERMOR_ - - (_SOMERVILLE_) - - -SED MILES... - - Bear the hearse, bear the pall, - We shall fare forward, - We have answered the problem, - We have closed the volume. - - In the doubt, in the strife, - We chose the giving, - We have had light for doubt, - We have had our answer. - - Doubts of the end of life, - We have been spared them; - We have given the tangled skein - To be cut by the shearers. - - Violet scent, flower of broom, - We have foregone them, - We have given the morning, - The gods have accepted, - They have pardoned the reckoning. - - - - - _JOAN EVANS_ - - (_ST. HUGH'S_) - - -THE HAMADRYAD - - Her flitting form is slim and pale - As beechen stems at night, - Her hair is dark as barren trees - Against the moon's pale light. - Her dreadful seeking hands are curved - Like chestnut buds in spring; - Against her bosom close she holds - A dove with frightened wing. - We may not see her as she goes - Over the leaf-strewn moss; - But see the russet leaves are stirred, - Feel some strange sense of loss. - We cannot see her cold sad eyes - Filled with a craving pain-- - We only hear upon the leaves - Patter of April rain. - - - - - _FLORA FORSTER_ - - (_SOMERVILLE_) - - -DUCKLINGTON - - Down there at Ducklington - The ducks are never old; - The geese are always goslings, - The catkins always gold. - The orchards blossom ever - Like foam heaped on a cup, - Down there at Ducklington - Where never a duck grows up! - - Down there at Ducklington - The years linger yet - At April, with its little leaves - And ash-buds of jet. - And I could be a child again - And drink, as from a cup, - Youth, down at Ducklington, - Where never a duck grows up! - - Down there at Ducklington, - With its ducklings ever young, - With its year ever at April, - And the songs of June unsung-- - The potion of eternal youth - Is brewed there in a cup-- - Down there at Ducklington - Where never a duck grows up! - - - - - _L. GIELGUD_ - - (_MAGDALEN_) - - -SUMMER DEVILRY - - The sky is very near to me to-night: - It breathes, as from a throat of molten lead, - A damnèd effluence about my head, - An effluence of hell, a fœtid blight: - Dark visions break on my distorted sight - Of bloody lust and cruelty and dread, - Devils unnamed in their own likeness tread - The ways of earth, and are not put to flight. - In rifts of voiceless lightning, such as breaks - This goitrous firmament, have stood revealed - Over the dead in some old battlefield - The ghastly dogs of death, and bloated snakes - Dripping the slime of Acherontian lakes - On some dead sovereign's blood-emblazoned shield. - - - - - _ROBERT GRAVES_ - - (_ST. JOHN'S_) - - -DOUBLE RED DAISIES - - Double red daisies, they're my flowers - Which nobody else may grow - In a big quarrelsome house like ours - They try it sometimes, but no, - I root them up because they're my flowers - Which nobody else may grow. - _Claire has a tea-rose, but she didn't plant it; - Ben has an iris, but I don't want it. - Daisies, double red daisies for me, - The beautifullest flowers in the garden._ - - Double red daisy, that's my mark: - I paint it in all my books. - It's carved high up on the beech-tree bark-- - How neat and lovely it looks! - So don't forget that it's my trademark; - Don't copy it in your books. - _Claire has a tea-rose, but she didn't plant it; - Ben has an iris, but I don't want it. - Daisies, double red daisies for me, - The beautifullest flowers in the garden._ - - -DEAD COW FARM - - It's told in those old sagas, how - In the beginning the First Cow - (For nothing living yet had birth - But Elemental Cow on earth) - Began to lick cold stones and mud. - Under her warm tongue flesh and blood - Blossomed, a miracle to believe. - And so was Adam born, and Eve. - - Here now is Chaos once again, - Primæval mud, cold stones and rain; - Here flesh decays and blood drips red, - And the Cow's dead, the old Cow's dead. - - - - - _RUSSELL GREEN_ - - (_QUEEN'S_) - - -DE MUNDO[A] - - ... And then arose the vision of the world - Immense, a tangle of dark ravelled time, - Twisted and knotted by a surge of men: - Vast sombre tribes forth from the old abyss - Clambering, travailed, hated, fought and fell. - The slow tower, stone upon laborious stone, - Compacting men and clans, cities and states, - Aspired through ages to the unknown god: - Adventurers with the guidance of no star, - Discovering all, rich isle and barren shore, - And ever seas beyond the indolent seas - Rounding known courses with uncharted doubt: - A people wandering in the wilderness, - So vague a cloud, so dim a pillar of fire - They blindly followed to a promised land - Flowing with rivers of perennial truth-- - And they the chosen vessel,--who of old - Knew not wherefore they broke their bonds and fled. - Yet in the end a desolation came - And the golden bowl was broken.... - I saw men, symbols of humanity,-- - Immortal longings bound in mortal clay,-- - Wayfaring still upon the ancient road - Winding away to the invisible hills. - - Still on the visionary scaffolding - The players played the old Morality,-- - The pilgrim Life waylaid by cruel Despair, - Wealth dowering Evil and maltreating Good, - And Pain and Care tormenting Body and Soul, - And Giant Sin bestriding hill and dale, - Building his shrines for men to worship him; - Corruption, too, with serpents in his hair, - And next, obscene Ungodliness, whose eyes - Vacant and dull, bent ever on the earth. - Then, last of all, Humanum Genus came - Bearing a scroll with the Apostle's words-- - "Having no hope and without God in the world." - - So from the seat of vision I arose - Trembling, appalled, and went upon my way - Sadly, for all my vision ended in this-- - Piercing of heart, reason's bewilderment-- - "We've come from mystery and to mystery go." - - What shall be said when all things have been said? - What shall be said when this is pondered on-- - "Either He lives not who created man, - Or man for sin is cast forth from His grace; - Yea, between Him and man a gulf is set"? - -[A] This poem originally appeared in _The Westminster Gazette_. - - - - - _MERCY HARVEY_ - - (_ST. HILDA'S_) - - -SONG - - For Beauty's sake I weep, - Because my love is beautiful, - I came upon her lying asleep - Within a bower sweet and cool. - The tall trees intertwined - And made a bower for my love, - With green shrubs nestling there behind, - And a blue strip of sky above. - For Beauty's sake I grieve, - That Beauty soon must fade and die, - As lilac blossoms fall, nor leave - One ghostly fragrance lingering nigh. - For Beauty's sake I strive - For one long moment's raptured bliss - To hold her in her form alive - And give her one impassioned kiss. - For her own sake she dies, - Nor leaves behind one memory; - The light out of the western skies - Is gone, and thou art gone from me. - - - - - _H. C. HARWOOD_ - - (_BALLIOL_) - - -CALL OF THE DEAD - - Have you not waited there too long, - Little brother of mine, - With a spirit too weak in a world too strong? - You do not play as you used to do - When you and I were an army of two. - Surely you dally there too long, - Little brother of mine. - - Death is an old benevolent king, - Little brother of mine, - And around his throne the children sing. - Time, life's sullen minister, - Dulls the heart and dulls the hair, - But does not stand before my king, - Little brother of mine. - - Hopes we cherish down below, - Little brother of mine, - Melt in manhood like the snow. - Tranquil in inexperience, - Call on Death for your defence, - And leave the tangle down below, - Little brother of mine. - - Forgotten laughter, remembered tears, - Little brother of mine, - Would be the burden of your years. - So let us play together again - With a child's swift joy and swifter pain, - And reckon no more of months and years, - Little brother of mine. - - -RETURN - - Against the ebbing tide we make our way. - Beyond the low green banks the fenlands stretch - To a far horizon. Trawler, smack and ketch - Are passing for the business of the day. - - There is the inlet where the immortal boys, - As white and slim as ever, splash and call. - Deserted on the other bank Blake Hall - Still contemplates contemptuously their noise. - - There are the docks where the tall mastheads shine - Of mighty _Helsingfors_, the timber ship. - And a new craft is lying in the slip - Which presently shall be baptized with wine. - - The houses gather thicker, and a girl - Waves her indifferent smiling welcome. See! - The loungers are awakened on the quay - And stand to catch the rope the sailors curl. - - Now grey and swift the startled seagulls wheel. - The engine-room is silent which so long - Has shaped our lives to its monotonous song. - The fenders bump against the slowing keel. - - The smoke is rising from my father's home - Across the street, and flapping in the breeze - A curtain welcomes me from off the seas, - The querulous seas, where I was wont to roam. - - And there miraculously free from age - The faces of my playfellows are seen. - And all is now as it has ever been, - Or smiling destiny turns back the page. - - But always ere my feet are firm upon - The natal shore, dream ship, dream river fade, - And I am burdened with the choice I made - And lonely in the land where I am gone. - - - - - _E. E. ST. L. HILL_ - - (_KEBLE_) - - -DIFFIDENCE - - Dulled is the azure of the skies. - Can aught but woe my woes beget? - My inmost self in anguish cries - "I love my Love"--My Love!--and yet - I cannot as a lover say - "I love my Love," because I know - I am not worthy. Still I may - Win in the end the right to show - My Love what is my heart's desire. - For more than this I may not hope, - To naught beyond can I aspire. - Alone, in secret, I must grope - My way and be content to see - The beauty of my star above, - For never will my Love love me - Though I so truly love my Love. - - - - - _A. L. HUXLEY_ - - (_BALLIOL_) - - -L'APRÈS-MIDI D'UN FAUNE - -(_From the French of Stéphane Mallarmé._) - - I would immortalize these nymphs: so bright - Their sunlit colouring, so airy-light, - It floats like drowsing down. Loved I a dream? - My doubts, born of oblivious darkness, seem - A subtle tracery of branches grown - The tree's true self--proving that I have known - No triumph, but the shadow of a rose. - - But think. These nymphs, their loveliness ... suppose - They bodied forth my senses' fabulous thirst. - Illusion! which the blue eyes of the first, - As cold and chaste as is the weeping spring, - Beget: the other, sighing, passioning, - Is she the wind, warm in your fleece at noon? - No. Through this quiet, when a weary swoon - Crushes and chokes the latest faint essay - Of morning, cool against the encroaching day, - There is no murmuring water, save the gush - Of my clear fluted notes; and in the hush - Blows never a wind save that which through my reed - Puffs out before the rain of notes can speed - Upon the air, with that calm breath of art - That mounts the unwrinkled zenith visibly, - Where inspiration seeks its native sky. - - You fringes of a calm Sicilian lake, - The sun's own mirror, which I love to take, - Silent beneath your starry flowers, tell - _How here I cut the hollow rushes, well - Tamed by my skill, when, on the glaucous gold - Of distant lawns about their fountain cold, - A living whiteness stirs like a lazy wave, - And at the first slow notes my panpipes gave - These flocking swans, these naiads rather, fly - Or dive._ - - Noon burns inert and tawny-dry, - Nor marks how clean that Hymen slipped away - From me who seek in song the real A. - Wake, then, to your first ardour and the sight, - O lonely faun, of the old fierce white light, - With, lilies, one of you for innocence. - - Other than their lips' delicate pretence, - The light caress that quiets treacherous lovers, - My breast, I know not how to tell, discovers - The bitten print of some immortal's kiss. - But hush! a mystery so great as this - I dare not tell, save to my double reed, - Which, sharer of my every joy and need, - Dreams down its cadenced monologues that we - Falsely confuse the beauties that we see - With the bright palpable shapes our song creates: - My flute, as loud as passion modulates, - Purges the common dream of flank and breast, - Seen through closed eyes and inwardly caressed, - Of every empty and monotonous line. - - Bloom then, O Syrinx, in thy flight malign, - A reed once more beside our trysting-lake. - Proud of my music let me often make - A song of goddesses and see their rape - Profanely done on many a painted shape. - So, when the grape's transparent juice I drain, - I quell regrets for pleasure past and feign - A new real grape. For holding towards the sky - The empty skin, I blow it tight and lie - Dream-drunk till evening, eyeing it. - - Tell o'er - Remembered joys and plump the grape once more. - _Between the reeds I saw their bodies gleam - Who cool no mortal fever in the stream, - Crying to the woods the rage of their desire: - And their bright hair went down in jewelled fire - Where crystal broke and dazzled shudderingly. - I check my swift pursuit; for see where lie, - Bruised, being twins in love, by languor sweet, - Two sleeping girls, clasped at my very feet. - I seize and run with them, nor part the pair, - Breaking this covert of frail petals, where - Roses drink scent of the sun and our light play - 'Mid tumbled flowers shall match the death of day._ - I love that virginal fury, ah! the wild - Thrill when a maiden body shrinks, defiled, - Shuddering like arctic light, from lips that sear - Its nakedness ... the flesh in secret fear! - Contagiously through my linked pair it flies - Where innocence in either, struggling, dies, - Wet with fond tears or some less piteous dew. - Gay in the conquest of these fears, I grew - So rash that I must needs the sheaf divide - Of ruffled kisses heaven itself had tied. - _For as I leaned to stifle in the hair - Of one my passionate laughter (taking care - With a stretched finger, that her innocence - Might stain with her companion's kindling sense, - To touch the younger little one, who lay - Child-like unblushing) my ungrateful prey - Slips from me, freed by passion's sudden death, - Nor heeds the frenzy of my sobbing breath._ - Let it pass! others of their hair shall twist - A rope to drag me to those joys I missed. - See how the bursting currants ripe and red - To quench the thirst of the mumbling bees have bled; - So too our blood, kindled by some chance fire, - Flows for the swarming legions of desire. - At evening, when the woodland green turns gold - And ashen-grey, 'mid the quenched leaves, behold! - Red Etna glows, by Venus visited, - Walking the lava with her snowy tread - Whene'er the flames in thunderous slumber die. - I hold the goddess! - - Ah, sure penalty! - But the unthinking soul and body swoon - At last beneath the heavy hush of noon. - Forgetful let me lie where summer's drouth - Sifts fine the sand, and then with gaping mouth - Dream, planet-struck by the grape's round wine-red star. - Nymphs, I shall see the shade that now you are. - - - - - _C. R. JURY_ - - (_MAGDALEN_) - - -LOVE - - Though life has stooped before its height, - And beauty, that I still shall trust, - The child of a diviner light - Be torn, and lower than the dust, - - Love has a life beyond the heat - Of sorrow, pain, desire or dread; - He holds as his eternal seat - The great remembrance of the dead. - - They lose no splendour by decay; - They are a fixed immortal power, - And I their lover, though I stay - Surrounded by the dying hour. - - And now thy beauty, as that fire - Which walks against the morning, bears - Of day and night one great desire, - Has made life's splendour one with theirs. - - They live; I see them in thine eyes; - Thy life is theirs; no death can stem - Their torrent. When I watch it rise, - I love thee, as I worship them. - - -SONNET - - I would to God thou wert mine own good son - Thy face is fair, thy body strong and pure, - Thy spirit nobly high, thy deeds well done, - Thy heart well set to love and to endure. - 'Tis such a fearless boy I would beget, - To give the venerable world its due; - Yea, to be bold and lovely ere I set, - To take the time, and mould what shall ensue. - I would thou wert the fruit of my best hour, - So that I might bequeathe thee my strong fire; - But I am like to die before my flower - And lose inheritors for my desire. - O if thou wert mine own, I had this boast; - Therefore I love thee better than thou know'st. - - - - - _CHAMAN LALL_ - - (_JESUS_) - - -"THIRTY YEARS AFTER" - - It is thirty years since we two parted, - It is thirty unswept, cobweb years - Since, with a look of indifference, in a storm of elegance, - Like some knowing, hungering bird, - Like some forewarned, huckstering drone of a butterfly, - Like a swift passion--she swept past my youth unhonied. - And I am now a very old man--almost dead; - I am now a very old ornament of lead; - Weismann and Ellis, Burton I have read - These thirty years in bed. - - This room; - And the shadows lengthening on the lawn; - And the distant boom, boom of the world; - Wearisome watchings for the first star; - And the toil, toil of the dawn: - These have emptied my soul of its waves, - These have made cold prisons of my faery caves, - These have frosted - The red, red poppy-leaf of time. - - Who now cares for my politics? - Who now cares for my brilliant repartees - That crushed one with an epigram, - That struck one like an oriflamme? - But now they ask me who I am. - - Once women came to me, - And she, - Once women came to me with their offerings - Like long lines of brown bees - Burdened with offerings, - Like naked houris of turbaned Kings, - Once----But now drifts - Across the living-deadness - Of an Egyptian desert - My barren Arab way, - My unflowered desert way. - - It is thirty years since we two parted, - It is thirty unswept, cobweb years - Since, with a look of indifference, in a storm of elegance, - Like a swift passion--she swept past my youth unhonied. - And I am now a very old man--almost dead; - I am now a very old ornament of lead; - Weismann and Ellis, Burton I have read - These thirty years in bed. - - - - - _M. LEIGH_ - - (_SOMERVILLE_) - - -TWO EPITAPHS - - -ON TWO LOVERS - - Love, when we walked on earth, your chastity - Was all to you, your body all to me; - Now the grave holds the flesh that parted us, - And being nought, we shall united be. - - -ON AN ARISTOCRAT DYING UNDER A DEMOCRACY - - Living, your constitution levelled me; - Dead, all are equal in their six-foot graves: - But God counts not by heads; in His regard - One freeborn man is worth a host of slaves. - - - - - _E. H. W. MEYERSTEIN_ - - (_MAGDALEN_) - - -THE FINGER - -(To R. T.) - - How curiously this triple whole - Of skin and blood and bone - Consenteth to the mind's control - And to the mind's alone. - - 'Tis for diurnal uses mine, - To move howe'er I please, - Or mingle with its brothers nine - Enclasped about my knees. - - Yet often when the mind's afar, - By vagrant thought bestirred, - It gaily shifts and beats the bar - To songs and sounds unheard. - - Mute eloquence! 'Tis plain to see - As face in looking-glass - That more than one is lord of me - When this is brought to pass. - - What else but mind and mind alone - Should rule the triple whole, - But how if skin and blood and bone - Themselves enshroud a soul? - - -LONDON - - Sir, you're from Oxford, seat of bliss - Arrived in the Metropolis; - We hold you well and think we can - Make you, in your despite, a man. - - 'Tis here our wont, though strange it seems, - To deal in solid facts, not dreams; - For lies are lies, and gold is gold, - And men are daily bought or sold. - - Parade the purlieus if you wish - To study poor-law and fried fish; - There's much that waits to be improved, - And an improver's rarely loved. - - Or yours is the creative touch; - We have a score of shops for such, - Where novelties in paint and words - Are scrutinized by lonely herds. - - Colour and motion are aglow - In streets above and tubes below. - We energize: to meditate - Only befits a culture-state. - - Such friends we'll give you as will prove - The world is only made of love; - But life is necessary too, - And vices, seeing you are you. - - For in this pantomimic scene - There's nothing common or unclean; - You lodge upon the second floor - And opposite a noted whore. - - So, when your dreams are laid to rest, - You're part of what you most detest, - And know this nightmare was made real - To dissipate a false ideal. - - - - - _EVAN MORGAN_ - - (_CHRIST CHURCH_) - - -IN OLDEN DAYS - -AN ALLEGORY - - Down from the flowering tulip-tree - The birds of love flew down to me,-- - The birds of love with plumage rare - Sped in circles 'bout my hair, - And it was dawn and I was glad, - And Dawn appeared, a Spartan lad; - With flowers twined about his hair, - A countenance that knew not care. - The flow'rs waved in careless joy - As they nodded and danced o'er the head of the boy. - Lo! he picked the birds up one by one - And he killed them in his wanton fun, - So I cried to him: "They're the birds of love - That abide in the jewelled tree above, - And the tree and the birds are the jewels of love." - But the youth of the morn with laughter cried: - "Those birds are mine that you espied; - Mine are these birds, and mine this tree: - I am the God of Love," cried he, - "The God of Love, of birds and tree." - "I weep for the birds, for they brought me love - Down from the tulip-tree above, - From the tree above they brought me love." - "I'll give you love, my sorrowful brave-- - I'll give you myself to hold as a slave," - So taking Love as a slave with me, - Fast I fled from the tulip-tree; - I fled from the tree and my slave with me,-- - Love was the slave and I Poetry. - - -A SERENADE - - Your love is like some wondrous scented rose. - The evening sees a purple pool of blood - Beneath the tree that Summer's glory chose - Crimsonly thick with passion'd joys to flood. - - Your love is like the harvest of the sun - Moltenly golden, gloriously sublime. - Were I the reaper, swiftly would I run - And reap thy golden love till death were time. - - Your love is like the shadows of the ev'n, - The gold-green tints that linger in the sky; - When the red king in opal cloud flies heav'n, - Leaving the dewy earth to sleep and cry. - - Your love is like the mystery of the night, - When the wan mists the dreamy violets kiss, - It comes like ghostly owl with muted flight, - It comes like Death;--but Death from you is bliss. - - - - - _F. ST. V. MORRIS_ - - (_WADHAM_) - - [_3rd Batt. Sherwood Foresters, attached - R.F.C. Died of wounds, April 29, 1917_] - - -LAST POEM - - Through vast - Realms of air - we passed - On wings all-whitely fair. - - Sublime - On speeding wing - we climb - Like an unfettered Thing, - - Away - Height upon height; - and play - In God's great Lawns of Light. - - And He - Guides us safe home - to see - The Fields He bade us roam. - - - - - _ROBERT NICHOLS_ - - (_TRINITY_) - - -THE MAN OF HONOUR - - -I. - - O had I died when o'er the sullen plain - The harsh light drifted and the roaring guns - Lifted their voices summoning amain - Youth from its joy in storms and flying suns - And happy comradeship of weathered men, - All had been as in purpose due and well, - Honourable my service had been then - And honoured the blank spot on which I fell. - - But now--O heart!--how much dishonoured I, - And by my own hand too--twice bitter case-- - My true love stained with secret infamy, - My treachery disguised by friendship's face, - And that bare passion bade me forth to die - Fouled to the instrument of my disgrace! - - -II. - - What has a man but honour? When 'tis gone - The man is gone: for all that in him blent - To strike a star for men to gaze upon - Becomes his quicker ruin's instrument. - For from that height to which with toil we climb, - From that we fall and to the further pit, - Who honour bore and lost. This is my crime - And this the daily punishment of it:-- - - To honour honour more than e'er I did - When I possessed it, to esteem the lot - Of those whose treasure from themselves lies hid - Or those who lose it and yet miss it not. - O God, now raise me to the thing forbid - Or from my eyes its pure light wholly blot! - - -III. - - Wherefore on God thou callest? 'Tis in vain: - Our hearts our fortunes are until we die, - And naught can change them or for loss or gain - Save Courage at least glance of Honour's eye. - For Honour, daughter of sound brain and blood, - Motions us ever though we may not heed; - She is imperative hunger for the good, - Good so instinctive that to gain we bleed. - - Wherefore, dishonoured soul, part from thy love-- - Fearfuller wrench than muscle torn from bone-- - Or her soul too must perish here. Enough! - I cannot leave her. Then there is but one - Refuge for us now to make trial of,-- - Refuge to which I cannot fare alone. - - -IV. - - They burned too deep. Had they but taken that lightly - Which take they must, Love being absolute lord-- - Parted by now they yet had rendered rightly - Memory each to each, love's last reward. - But of their love maybe a fiercer glow - They had who saved their honour at the last - By direst means. Whether it be or no, - In death their faces held a _something_ fast. - - Beneath the fall's white glare and drumming zest, - Where on black depths an hundred suns are burning, - Their bodies bound, like faggots, breast to breast - Rose for a peaceful space, lazily turning: - Their mutual smile acknowledged _this_ was best. - Love had found Honour's way. O bitter learning! - - - - - _ELIZABETH RENDALL_ - - (_HOME STUDENT_) - - -MY SOUL IS AN INFANTA - -(_From the French of Albert Samain._) - - My soul is an Infanta, robed for state, - Whose exiled years, termless, imperial, - Are mirrored in some dim Escurial, - Forgotten as old galleys in the roads disconsolate. - - Fleet as the wind, her daïsed throne beside, - Twin greyhounds couch majestical, and seem - To course, through Forests of Enchanted Dream, - At will, a phantom fancied quarry, melancholy-eyed. - - Stirless, she holds a tulip flower, attent - The while her page, whose name is Yesterday, - Reads with hushed breath an old bewitching lay, - And hears its magic in her heart die impotent. - - Before her--marbled fountains, terraced slopes, - And all the green of Spring. Sombre, her mind - She mads with those high dreams, the unconfined - Horizon hides, and turns, for our despair, to wistful hopes. - - Here dwells she, gracious, unrebellious, kind, - Knowing, since Fate is Lord, the strife how vain; - Knowing, for all her birthright of disdain, - Her spirit touched to pity as the sea stirs to the wind. - - Here dwells she, unrebellious, past surprise, - Tranquil through tears, save when she evokes the ghost - Of Hope's Armadas with their piteous host - Foundering, betrayed anew eternally before her eyes. - - Yet, in some magic, purple, sunset hour, - Old portraits, shadowy on the tarnished gold-- - Ivory, black of velvet--wake to hold - New promise from the past of splendid insubstantial power. - - Pale painted hands Velasquez pictured, guide - Her soaring thoughts again to nothingness - Miraged so fair, dies all her weariness - And glows a sudden glory from the rubies of her pride. - - But lo, old horror of the world of men - And all its brazen clangour stills her blood... - Life flows--a distant murmur--like the flood... - More secret and more strange the smile is on her lips again. - - No breath may trouble now her eyes' repose - Where haunt the veilèd ghosts of cities dead; - Adown dim corridors with tranquil tread - Singing she passes where an idle fountain idly flows. - - Pale at her casement sits she, to await - Till pride and peace shall have an end at last, - Holding her tulip, mirrored in the past, - Forgotten as old galleys in the roads disconsolate. - - My soul is an Infanta, robed for state. - - - - - _D. L. SAYERS_ - - (_SOMERVILLE_) - - -FAIR EREMBOURS - -A SONG OF THE WEB. FRENCH, XII C. - - When in the long-day month, the month of May, - The Franks of France from king's court ride away, - Reynault rides foremost, the first in rank alway. - Passes the tower where Erembours doth stay; - He never deigned to lift his head her way, - Ha, Reynault, ha, true love! - - Fair Erembours, within the window's ray, - Holds on her knees a web of colours gay, - Sees Franks of France from king's court ride away, - Sees Reynault riding the first in rank alway, - Speaketh aloud, on this wise she doth say: - Ha, Reynault, ha, true love! - - Reynault, true love, I have beheld the day - When if my father's castle stood on your way - You had been sad, had I had nought to say. - --Ill hast thou wrought with me, king's daughter, yea, - Hast loved another, cast my love away. - Ha, Reynault, ha, true love! - - Reynault, fair sir, on relics solemnly - I'll swear, before an hundred maidens free - And thirty ladies that I shall bring with me, - I never loved another man save thee; - Take this amends, I'll give thee kisses three. - Ha, Reynault, ha, true love! - - O then Count Reynault up by the stairway ran, - Wide were his shoulders, and small his girdle's span, - His hair close-curled, and very fair to scan, - In all the world is not so fine a man. - Erembours saw him, and so to weep began. - Ha, Reynault, ha, true love! - - Count Reynault mounts into her highest towers - And sets him on a bed of broidered flowers, - And close beside him sits fair Erembours. - Then they take up their loves of former hours. - Ha, Reynault, ha, true love! - - - - - _H. SIMPSON_ - - (_HOME-STUDENT_) - - -"THERE ARE QUANTITIES OF THINGS..." - - There are quantities of things - One would like to be and do - When one's mind unfurls its wings; - - Clouds full chase across the blue - All unthinking in their flight; - Overcasting me and you, - - Sometimes raining out of spite. - Or perhaps you would prefer - To go coasting through the night - - With a flutter and a stir, - Like a nightjar in a wood - Rising softly with a whirr. - - Or with cold and scanty blood - Don a fish's suit of scales, - And go oaring through the flood - - Under bigger fishes' tails, - Into warm and open sea - While above you blow the gales-- - - So my mind spins constantly - In unprofitable rings - Almost to infinity-- - - Such innumerable things - One would like to do and be - When one's thoughts shake out their wings. - - - - - _E. E. SMITH_ - - (_UNIVERSITY_) - - -THE VOYAGE - - O my soul that fliest over never-ending seas - That are so still their deeps lie dark beneath the sun, - Untroubled by any foam, so that the ship-boy sees - All the world's water, and thinks his voyage never done: - Some day thou wilt stay thy wings and stoop to land - Where the sea's edge lies sharp like a bright sword, - And hardly break the waves, and sweet is the sand - Where the keel runs home and ships are gently shored. - There sit the solemn seamen, with rings in their brown ears, - Who are grave when they laugh and are not ashamed to weep; - Their hair and their beards are grown long with the long years, - And some are too old and too wise for speaking, and some sleep. - And when the night grows cold they stir, and touch their lips - With dark-red sluggish liquor, and kindle a fire from wood - Washed up by a quiet wave from the wracked majestical ships, - The planks where the feet of the sea-captains and the ship-boys - stood. - Their eyes grow silent and dark, their gnarled bodies swing - Like trees that are stript in a wind; they go mad with moon and - stars, - Murmuring songs like water, and beating their hands as they sing - Of how they are fled far off from the foam of tides and the handling - of bars. - - - - - _L. A. G. STRONG_ - - (_WADHAM_) - - -THE MAD MAN - - I think I'll do a fearful deed - Of wickedness and cruelty, - And then, if Father Walsh speaks truth, - Jesus will weep a tear for me, - - And I will catch it in my hat - Just here outside my cabin door: - And put it on my little field - Where nothing ever grew before. - - And it will sprout so fine and brave, - That lovely birds with yellow bills - Will come to peck my crowded corn - From all the Seven Holy Hills. - - -THE BAIT-DIGGER'S SON - - Aye, there's many a man does be drownded, - An' carried a middling way: - But never the like o' me brother - Was floated from Dublin to Bray. - - An' him only two days in it-- - Sure ye'd hardly believe it at all: - But it's God's truth. He went down fishing - One night from the North Wall. - - What way was it? There's none knows rightly-- - He was there one turn o' the light, - An' when next it came round he was no place: - An' no sign of him till next night, - - When two men out o' Coliemore Harbour, - Rowin' back from the fishin' ground, - Seen him floatin' by on his belly - Down the middle o' Dalkey Sound: - - But they didn't dare stop for to get him, - For the boat was a heavy weight, - An' the wind was strong, an' the current - Was runnin' the divil's own gate. - - An' he crossed the Bay o' Killiney; - Till next mornin', at twelve o' the clock, - They found him all swelled an' puffy, - At Bray, in the slit of a rock. - - * * * * * - - Aye, there's many a man does be drownded, - An' carried a middling way: - But never the like o' me brother - Was floated from Dublin to Bray. - - - - - _D. E. A. WALLACE_ - - (_SOMERVILLE_) - - -SONNET IN CONTEMPT OF DEATH - - When I consider some day wanton Death - With sudden hand ungently laid above - The heart of her, my softly-sleeping love, - Shall fright away her sweet and rhythmic breath; - Shall quell the colour in her flower-face, - Inevitable and unheralded - As frosts in May that strike the blossom dead-- - Shall quench her eyes, transfix her dreaming grace; - When I consider that her limbs shall be - Set stiffly in a strong rigidity; - That by-and-by her flesh shall fall away, - Unsightly in a horrible decay, - Then do I laugh, despite my catching breath-- - A piteous fool, a sad, blind fool is Death! - - - - - _LEO WARD_ - - (_CHRIST CHURCH_) - - -THE LAST COMMUNION - - There is a time wherein eternity - Takes rest upon the world: King Charity - Bow'd to our fallen state: the God of Grace - Made visible upon a human face:-- - When the deep harmony, the eternal Word, - The unfallen Wisdom (only love has heard!) - Touches the troubled body, bruised and hard - With the long fight, yet now set heavenward:-- - When the deep argument of souls must cease, - Dying--to meet the victory of peace! - - -BILLING AND SONS, LTD., PRINTERS, GUILDFORD, ENGLAND - - - * * * * * - -Transcriber's Notes - -Italics are represented thus _italics_. - -Obvious typographical errors have been silently corrected, but no other -changes have been made to the text. - - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Oxford Poetry, by Various - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK OXFORD POETRY *** - -***** This file should be named 50815-0.txt or 50815-0.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/5/0/8/1/50815/ - -Produced by MWS, Les Galloway and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was -produced from images generously made available by The -Internet Archive/Canadian Libraries) - - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United -States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - - - -Title: Oxford Poetry - 1917 - -Author: Various - -Editor: Wilfred Rowland Childe - Thomas Wade Earp - Dorothy Leigh Sayers - -Release Date: January 1, 2016 [EBook #50815] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK OXFORD POETRY *** - - - - -Produced by MWS, Les Galloway and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was -produced from images generously made available by The -Internet Archive/Canadian Libraries) - - - - - - -</pre> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">1</span></p> - - - - - -<h1>OXFORD POETRY<br /> - -1917</h1> - - -<p class="center"><small>EDITED BY</small><br /> -<span class="smcap">W. R. C., T. W. E., <span class="smcap">AND</span> D. L. S.</span></p> - - -<p class="center space-above">(<i><small>SECOND IMPRESSION</small></i>)</p> - - -<p class="center space-above">OXFORD<br /> -B. H. BLACKWELL, BROAD STREET<br /> -<small>1918</small></p> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_2">2</span></p> - - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="bbox"> - <p class="center">OXFORD POETRY SERIES</p> - - -<p>OXFORD POETRY 1910-1913. Edited by -G. D. H. C., G. P. D., and W. S. V. With an -Introduction by <span class="smcap">Gilbert Murray</span>. Cloth boards, -4s. net.</p> - -<p>OXFORD POETRY 1914. Edited by -G. D. H. C. and W. S. V. With a Preface by -Sir <span class="smcap">Walter Raleigh</span>. - [<i>Out of print.</i></p> - -<p>OXFORD POETRY 1915. Edited by -G. D. H. C. and T. W. E. Roxburgh parchment, -2s. 6d. net; sewed, 1s. 3d. net.</p> - -<p>OXFORD POETRY 1916. Edited by T. W. E., -W R. C., and A. L. H. Uniform with the -above.</p> - -<p>OXFORD POETRY 1914-1916. Uniform -with the 1910-1913 volume. Now ready. -4s. net.</p> -</div> - -<p class="center space-above"> -<small>NEW YORK AGENTS<br /> -LONGMANS, GREEN & CO., FOURTH AVENUE<br /> -AND THIRTIETH STREET</small></p> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">3</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS">CONTENTS</a></h2> - - - - - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="2"><a href="#P_BLOOMFIELD">P. BLOOMFIELD</a> (<span class="smcap">Balliol</span>)</td><td align="right"><span class="xs">PAGE</span></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#SECOND-BEST">Second-Best</a></span></td><td align="right">1</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#M_ST_CLARE_BYRNE">M. ST. CLARE BYRNE</a> (<span class="smcap">Somerville</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#FAVETE_LINGUIS">Favete Linguis</a></span></td><td align="right">2</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#JEA_CARVER">J. E. A. CARVER</a> (<span class="smcap">Magdalen</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#TINTAGIL">Tintagil</a></span></td><td align="right">3</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#EUGENE_PARKER_CHASE">EUGENE PARKER CHASE</a> (<span class="smcap">Magdalen</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#ON_SUSSEX_DOWNS">On Sussex Downs</a></span></td><td align="right">4</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#WR_CHILDE">W. R. CHILDE</a> (<span class="smcap">Magdalen</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_LAST_ABBOT_OF_GLOUCESTER">The Last Abbot of Gloucester</a></span></td><td align="right">5</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_GOTHIC_ROSE">The Gothic Rose</a></span></td><td align="right">6</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#GERALD_H_CROW">GERALD H. CROW</a> (<span class="smcap">Hertford</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#AD_DOMINAM">Ad Dominam Suam Mariam Virginem</a></span></td><td align="right">7</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#DESIDERIO_DESIDERAVI">Desiderio Desideravi</a></span></td><td align="right">8</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#HUMILITY">Humility</a></span></td><td align="right">9</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#D_N_DALGLISH">D. N. DALGLISH</a> (<span class="smcap">St. Hilda's</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#OTMOOR">Otmoor</a></span></td><td align="right">10</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#E_C_DICKINSON">E. C. DICKINSON</a> (<span class="smcap">Non-Coll.</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#A_CHILDS_VOICE">A Child's Voice</a></span></td><td align="right">12</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#RIVER_SONG">River Song</a></span></td><td align="right">14</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#E_R_DODDS">E. R. DODDS</a> (<span class="smcap">University</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#MEASURE">Measure</a></span></td><td align="right">15</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#C_J_DRUCE">C. J. DRUCE</a> (<span class="smcap">Non-Coll.</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_MEETING">The Meeting</a></span></td><td align="right">16</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#T_W_EARP">T. W. EARP </a>(<span class="smcap">Exeter</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_CANAL">The Canal</a></span></td><td align="right">18</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#SOLITUDE">Solitude</a></span></td><td align="right">19</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#U_ELLIS-FERMOR">U. ELLIS-FERMOR</a> (<span class="smcap">Somerville</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#SED_MILES">Sed Miles</a></span></td><td align="right">20</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#JOAN_EVANS">JOAN EVANS</a> (<span class="smcap">St. Hugh's</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_HAMADRYAD">The Hamadryad</a></span></td><td align="right">21</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#FLORA_FORSTER">FLORA FORSTER</a> (<span class="smcap">Somerville</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#DUCKLINGTON">Ducklington</a></span></td><td align="right">22</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#L_GIELGUD">L. GIELGUD</a> (<span class="smcap">Magdalen</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#SUMMER_DEVILRY">Summer Devilry</a></span></td><td align="right">23</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#ROBERT_GRAVES">ROBERT GRAVES</a> (<span class="smcap">St. John's</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#DOUBLE_RED_DAISIES">Double Red Daisies</a></span></td><td align="right">24</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#DEAD_COW_FARM">Dead Cow Farm</a></span></td><td align="right">25</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#RUSSELL_GREEN">RUSSELL GREEN</a> (<span class="smcap">Queen's</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#DE_MUNDO">De Mundo</a></span></td><td align="right">26<span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">4</span></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#MERCY_HARVEY">MERCY HARVEY</a> (<span class="smcap">St. Hilda's</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#SONG">Song</a></span></td><td align="right">28</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#H_C_HARWOOD">H. C. HARWOOD</a> (<span class="smcap">Balliol</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#CALL_OF_THE_DEAD">Call of the Dead</a></span></td><td align="right">29</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#RETURN">Return</a></span></td><td align="right">30</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#EE_ST_L_HILL">E. E. <span class="smcap">St.</span> L. HILL</a> (<span class="smcap">Keble</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#DIFFIDENCE">Diffidence</a></span></td><td align="right">32</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#A_L_HUXLEY">A. L. HUXLEY</a> (<span class="smcap">Balliol</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#LAPRES-MIDI_DUN_FAUNE">L'Après-Midi d'un Faun</a>e</span></td><td align="right">33</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#C_R_JURY">C. R. JURY</a> (<span class="smcap">Magdalen</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#LOVE">Love</a></span></td><td align="right">37</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#SONNET">Sonnet</a></span></td><td align="right">38</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#CHAMAN_LALL">CHAMAN LALL</a> (<span class="smcap">Jesus</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THIRTY_YEARS_AFTER">Thirty Years After</a></span>"</td><td align="right">39</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#M_LEIGH">M. LEIGH</a> (<span class="smcap">Somerville</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#TWO_EPITAPHS">Two Epitaphs</a></span></td><td align="right">41</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#E_H_W_MEYERSTEIN">E. H. W. MEYERSTEIN</a> (<span class="smcap">Magdalen</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_FINGER">The Finger</a></span></td><td align="right">42</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#LONDON">London</a></span></td><td align="right">43</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#EVAN_MORGAN">EVAN MORGAN</a> (<span class="smcap">Christ Church</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#IN_OLDEN_DAYS">In Olden Days</a></span></td><td align="right">45</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#A_SERENADE">A Serenade</a></span></td><td align="right">46</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#F_ST_V_MORRIS">F. <span class="smcap">St.</span> V. MORRIS</a> (<span class="smcap">Wadham</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#LAST_POEM">Last Poem</a></span></td><td align="right">47</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#ROBERT_NICHOLS">ROBERT NICHOLS</a> (<span class="smcap">Trinity</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_MAN_OF_HONOUR">The Man of Honour</a></span></td><td align="right">48</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#ELIZABETH_RENDALL">ELIZABETH RENDALL</a> (<span class="smcap">Home Student</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#MY_SOUL_IS_AN_INFANTA">My Soul is an Infanta</a></span></td><td align="right">50</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#D_L_SAYERS">D. L. SAYERS</a> (<span class="smcap">Somerville</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#FAIR_EREMBOURS">Fair Erembours</a></span></td><td align="right">52</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#H_SIMPSON">H. SIMPSON</a> (<span class="smcap">Home Student</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THERE_ARE_QUANTITIES_OF_THINGS">There are Quantities of Things</a></span>"</td><td align="right">54</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#E_E_SMITH">E. E. SMITH</a> (<span class="smcap">University</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_VOYAGE">The Voyage</a></span></td><td align="right">55</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#L_A_G_STRONG">L. A. G. STRONG</a> (<span class="smcap">Wadham</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_MAD_MAN">The Mad Man</a></span></td><td align="right">56</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_BAIT-DIGGERS_SON">The Bait-Digger's Son</a></span></td><td align="right">57</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#D_E_A_WALLACE">D. E. A. WALLACE</a> (<span class="smcap">Somerville</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#SONNET_IN_CONTEMPT_OF_DEATH">Sonnet in Contempt of Death</a></span></td><td align="right">59</td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdl" colspan="3"><a href="#LEO_WARD">LEO WARD</a> (<span class="smcap">Christ Church</span>)</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_LAST_COMMUNION">The Last Communion</a></span></td><td align="right">60</td></tr> -</table></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">5</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="P_BLOOMFIELD"></a><i>P. BLOOMFIELD</i></h2> -(<i><small>BALLIOL</small></i>)</div> -</div> - - -<h3><a name="SECOND-BEST"></a>SECOND-BEST</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4"><span class="smcap xl">I would</span> sail all alone up the stream,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Since you are far away, dear brother;</div> - <div class="verse indent4">I would sail alone, and rather dream</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Of you, than change thoughts with another.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Now May is come so beautiful, so blue,</div> - <div class="verse">And the chestnuts and the willows are green</div> - <div class="verse">Again ... then, since I may not be near you,</div> - <div class="verse">Dear brother, let me sail alone, unseen,</div> - <div class="verse">'Neath the overhanging buds, past rushes</div> - <div class="verse">Where the white, graceful swan sits on her nest,</div> - <div class="verse">Hear the song of the ripples and thrushes</div> - <div class="verse">And be with solitude ... the second-best.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">All alone up the stream would I sail,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Think of your smile, and your voice, and eyes,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Fear you were out of a fairy-tale,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Paint your vision, brother, in the skies.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">6</span></p> - - -<hr class="chap" /></div> -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><i><a id="M_ST_CLARE_BYRNE"></a>M. ST. CLARE BYRNE</i></h2> -(<i><small>SOMERVILLE</small></i>)</div> -</div> - - -<h3><a name="FAVETE_LINGUIS">FAVETE LINGUIS</a></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">There</span> are few people, being by,</div> - <div class="verse">That leave me peacefully to lie:</div> - <div class="verse">Mostly their restless brains, or mine,</div> - <div class="verse">Seek each the other to divine:</div> - <div class="verse">Silence, that rightfully should be</div> - <div class="verse">Clear-hearted as a stretch of sea</div> - <div class="verse">That runs far inland, luminous,</div> - <div class="verse">To rest in still shades verdurous,</div> - <div class="verse">Becomes instead a thwarted thing,</div> - <div class="verse">With only waywardness to bring.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">All otherwise in you I find</div> - <div class="verse">The inner places of the mind:</div> - <div class="verse">The gift of quiet on your brow</div> - <div class="verse">Like some long benediction now</div> - <div class="verse">Closes upon me: spirit-born</div> - <div class="verse">Tranquillity enfolds each worn</div> - <div class="verse">Wan thought, with slender fingers cool</div> - <div class="verse">Drawing away from off the pool</div> - <div class="verse">Of night the mists that hide a star,</div> - <div class="verse">Dreaming wondrously afar:</div> - <div class="verse">Till vision cometh down for me</div> - <div class="verse">In gracious white serenity.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">7</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="JEA_CARVER"></a><i>J. E. A. CARVER</i></h2> -(<i><small>MAGDALEN</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="TINTAGIL"></a>TINTAGIL</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">I lay</span> on the verge of a Western cliff</div> - <div class="verse">On a waning Summer's day,</div> - <div class="verse">And watched the seagulls' skimming flight</div> - <div class="verse">As their shrill call filled the bay.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">The waves rolled on from pool to pool</div> - <div class="verse">To the end of the rock-strewn lea:</div> - <div class="verse">Where a glistening stream through a vale sped on,</div> - <div class="verse">With its leaping trout, to the sea.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">The wind rose, too, from a breath to a blast</div> - <div class="verse">As the rising tide drew near,</div> - <div class="verse">And the rain-clouds swelled from the distant deep,</div> - <div class="verse">So I knew 'twas a storm to fear.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">I've lived on that coast for years now,</div> - <div class="verse">And I love the roar of the waves</div> - <div class="verse">As they lash the seaweed on the shore,</div> - <div class="verse">And the cold grey rocks and the caves.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">8</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="EUGENE_PARKER_CHASE"></a><i>EUGENE PARKER CHASE</i></h2> -(<i><small>MAGDALEN</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="ON_SUSSEX_DOWNS"></a>ON SUSSEX DOWNS</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">A boy</span> stood on the windy Sussex downs,</div> - <div class="verse">Resting a moment in his lonely walk</div> - <div class="verse">To gaze at the fresh fields, and their neighbour towns</div> - <div class="verse">Sunk in the valleys watered by thin streams</div> - <div class="verse">And sheltered by the pallid hills of chalk.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">It seemed a land for slow and leisured dreams,</div> - <div class="verse">For fantasy, vague and cool as the mist.</div> - <div class="verse">The church there in the field, with yew-trees round</div> - <div class="verse">Should send across the air a silver sound</div> - <div class="verse">Of holy bells. The loud rooks should desist</div> - <div class="verse">A moment from their cawing; the dim sun</div> - <div class="verse">Brighten his face, the rounded meadows glisten,</div> - <div class="verse">And all the windswept grassy hillsides listen</div> - <div class="verse">And then take up the sound the bells begun.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Slowly, at length, rounding the hill, a white,</div> - <div class="verse">Long, slender, floating airship flies.</div> - <div class="verse">It, of this quiet landscape, is the sight</div> - <div class="verse">Most peaceful—white splash on the blue spring skies.</div> - <div class="verse">It passes over the church-crowned slope, it blends</div> - <div class="verse">Its whiteness for a moment with the cloud,</div> - <div class="verse">And finally, with nose a little bowed,</div> - <div class="verse">Off towards the distant sea its course it bends.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The watching boy beheld no other change</div> - <div class="verse">In all the placid, comfortable scene,</div> - <div class="verse">And yet he deeply realized what mean</div> - <div class="verse">The airships and the other things that are strange,</div> - <div class="verse">But form a living part of England now;</div> - <div class="verse">And when he left the place where he had been,</div> - <div class="verse">He seemed to have become a man somehow.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">9</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="WR_CHILDE"></a><i>W. R. CHILDE</i></h2> -(<i><small>MAGDALEN</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="THE_LAST_ABBOT_OF_GLOUCESTER"></a>THE LAST ABBOT OF GLOUCESTER</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">The</span> Middle Ages sleep in alabaster</div> - <div class="verse">A delicate fine sleep. They never knew</div> - <div class="verse">The irreparable hell of that disaster,</div> - <div class="verse">That broke with hammers Heaven's fragile blue.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Yea, crowned and robed and silent he abides,</div> - <div class="verse">Last of the Romans and that ivory calm,</div> - <div class="verse">Beneath whose wings august the minster-sides</div> - <div class="verse">Trembled like virgins to the perfect Psalm.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Yea, it is gone with him, yea, it returns not;</div> - <div class="verse">The gilt proud sanctuaries are dust, the high</div> - <div class="verse">Steam of the violet fragrant frankincense burns not:</div> - <div class="verse">All gone; it was too beautiful to die.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">It was too beautiful to live; the world</div> - <div class="verse">Ne'er rotted it with her slow-creeping hells:</div> - <div class="verse">Men shall not see the Vision crowned and pearled,</div> - <div class="verse">When Jerusalem blossomed in the noontide bells!</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">10</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_GOTHIC_ROSE"></a>THE GOTHIC ROSE</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Amid</span> the blue smoke of gem-glassed chapels</div> - <div class="verse">You shall find Me, the white five-wounded Flower,</div> - <div class="verse">The Rose of Sarras. Yea, the moths have eaten,</div> - <div class="verse">And fretted the gold cloths of the duke of York,</div> - <div class="verse">And lost is the scarlet cloak of the cardinal Beaufort;</div> - <div class="verse">Tapers are quencht and rods of silver broken,</div> - <div class="verse">Where once king Richard dined beneath the leopards:</div> - <div class="verse">But think you that any beautifulness is wasted,</div> - <div class="verse">Wherewith Mine angels have blessed the blue-eyed English,</div> - <div class="verse">Twining into stone an obscure dream of Heaven,</div> - <div class="verse">A crown of flinty spines about the Rose,</div> - <div class="verse">A slim flame blessing the coronal of thorns?</div> - <div class="verse">And York is for ever the White Rose of Mary,</div> - <div class="verse">And Lancaster is dipt in the Precious Blood,</div> - <div class="verse">Though the high shrine that was built by the king of the Romans</div> - <div class="verse">Be down at Hayles, and the abbey of saint Mary</div> - <div class="verse">Be shattered now in three-towered Eboracum.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">11</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="GERALD_H_CROW"></a><i>GERALD H. CROW</i></h2> -(<i><small>HERTFORD</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="AD_DOMINAM"></a>AD DOMINAM SUAM MARIAM -VIRGINEM</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">O lily</span> Lady of loveliness,</div> - <div class="verse">O tender-hearted, marvellous-eyed,</div> - <div class="verse">Bend from Thine aureate throne and bless</div> - <div class="verse">The lonely people and comfortless</div> - <div class="verse">At Jesu-Mass and Vespertide.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">And bless the mighty and proud of mien,</div> - <div class="verse">The scornful folk that pity and pass,—</div> - <div class="verse">For they are lonely as none have been,</div> - <div class="verse">The proud that lack on whom to lean—</div> - <div class="verse">At Vespertide and Jesu-Mass.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">And bless before Thou makest end</div> - <div class="verse">Both me and mine in sorrow and pride,</div> - <div class="verse">Where frankincense and prayer ascend</div> - <div class="verse">And kneeling lilies whisper and bend</div> - <div class="verse">At Jesu-Mass and Vespertide.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">12</span></p> - -<h3><a name="DESIDERIO_DESIDERAVI"></a>DESIDERIO DESIDERAVI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Dear</span> Father God, I want but one thing now.</div> - <div class="verse">Because I have been heart-proud all my days,</div> - <div class="verse">And given and asked all proudly for Love's sake,</div> - <div class="verse">In search of some lost tenderness out of the world,</div> - <div class="verse">And somehow never found it, I want this.</div> - <div class="verse">I want to choose my death as I have chosen</div> - <div class="verse">Mine other lovers proudly, and cleave to him.</div> - <div class="verse">I do not want to die afraid and failing</div> - <div class="verse">Some king that trusted me; nor yet to leave</div> - <div class="verse">This beautiful bright-coloured world in anguish,</div> - <div class="verse">Dirt, ugliness, old age, or shamefully</div> - <div class="verse">Eaten up with lust. I want to make myself</div> - <div class="verse">Lovelier on that last day than any of these</div> - <div class="verse">My lovers yet have found me, and so to die</div> - <div class="verse">Calmly by mine own hand and follow after</div> - <div class="verse">That tenderness that somehow passed me by,</div> - <div class="verse">That tenderness that will not let me be.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">13</span></p> - -<h3><a name="HUMILITY"></a>HUMILITY</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Take</span> counsel, O my friend, of your heart's pride,</div> - <div class="verse">And choose the proud thing alway. Never heed</div> - <div class="verse">The "wretched, rash, intruding fools" of the world,</div> - <div class="verse">Nor take the half-truths that life brings old men</div> - <div class="verse">For wisdom: nor the naked indecencies</div> - <div class="verse">That purity-mongers have shamed children with</div> - <div class="verse">For goodness: nor the silly hypocrisies</div> - <div class="verse">Of mean men for humility. But say,</div> - <div class="verse">"God is my Father. Christ was young and died</div> - <div class="verse">To comfort me. The towering archangels</div> - <div class="verse">With all their blue and gold and steely mail</div> - <div class="verse">Are my strong helpers and mine elder brothers.</div> - <div class="verse">The sweet white virgins gone to martyrdom</div> - <div class="verse">Calm-eyed and singing are my sisters." Yea,</div> - <div class="verse">Because of all these things keep your heart proud.</div> - <div class="verse">Be proud enough to serve the poor, too proud</div> - <div class="verse">To attend the rich: enough to love, not hate,</div> - <div class="verse">And give, not sell. Remember gentleness</div> - <div class="verse">Is the heart's pride of understanding, truth</div> - <div class="verse">Her greatness that will not be afraid for wrath</div> - <div class="verse">Nor flatter favour. This remember also,</div> - <div class="verse">The pure in heart shall walk like fierce white flames</div> - <div class="verse">Questing across the world in goodlier hope</div> - <div class="verse">And knightlier courtesy than they of the Graal,</div> - <div class="verse">For these are they in the end that shall see God.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">14</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="D_N_DALGLISH"></a><i>D. N. DALGLISH</i></h2> -(<i><small>ST. HILDA'S</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="OTMOOR"></a>OTMOOR</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">The</span> armies take the field in May,</div> - <div class="verse">And trees go marching all the day</div> - <div class="verse">On Otmoor, where the winds are strong</div> - <div class="verse">And mornings are a season long;</div> - <div class="verse">Where shining clouds halt for a pace,</div> - <div class="verse">Idling behind out of the race.</div> - <div class="verse">On Otmoor, hedges never die</div> - <div class="verse">Once spring has flung her tapestry;</div> - <div class="verse">And there most kindly summer throws</div> - <div class="verse">The lightest snowflakes of the rose,</div> - <div class="verse">And buttercups grow tall and straight</div> - <div class="verse">In fields that keep an open gate,</div> - <div class="verse">And daisies make a frosty gleam;</div> - <div class="verse">And yet you may not sleep nor dream,</div> - <div class="verse">Though field and road and wood are blessed,</div> - <div class="verse">Touched by the peaceful hands of rest.</div> - <div class="verse">On Otmoor, you may hear the voice</div> - <div class="verse">Of living green things that rejoice—</div> - <div class="verse">Hedges that boast defended fields,</div> - <div class="verse">And green seclusions proud of shields;</div> - <div class="verse">Great open deserts in the sky,</div> - <div class="verse">Cool icebergs slowly riding by</div> - <div class="verse">In the unruffled sea of blue;</div> - <div class="verse">Branches that let the sun pass through,</div> - <div class="verse">The cuckoo and the ecstatic lark,</div> - <div class="verse">Shadows that play at being dark—</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">15</span> - <div class="verse">In every leaf and stem and flower</div> - <div class="verse">There throbs a kindly, silent power,</div> - <div class="verse">And energies of being pass</div> - <div class="verse">From every breeze that stirs the grass,</div> - <div class="verse">And close around, with friendly care,</div> - <div class="verse">I feel the encircling sky and air,</div> - <div class="verse">That keep me safe, that hold without</div> - <div class="verse">Each shuddering fear, each traitorous doubt.</div> - <div class="verse">So am I safe and fenced around;</div> - <div class="verse">Boundless themselves, they set my bound,</div> - <div class="verse">For, should I make the ring less wide,</div> - <div class="verse">My fears start up on every side;</div> - <div class="verse">And only in unmeasured space</div> - <div class="verse">Can lives meet Life with braver face.</div> - <div class="verse">Here I may watch the silent earth</div> - <div class="verse">Consuming what shall come to birth;</div> - <div class="verse">For every leaf that falls and dies</div> - <div class="verse">Unbounded woodlands shall arise,</div> - <div class="verse">And though the roadside stream be dead,</div> - <div class="verse">New springs leap at the mountain head.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">16</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="E_C_DICKINSON"></a><i>E. C. DICKINSON</i></h2> -(<i><small>NON-COLL.</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="A_CHILDS_VOICE"></a>A CHILD'S VOICE</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">'Twas</span> in a far back swallow-time</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When the air was filled with chime</div> - <div class="verse">Of Sunday bells that danced in tune</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With Eastern phantasies,</div> - <div class="verse">A child within a garden's boon</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Oft sighed with saddened eyes.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">A swallow screamed and wheeled at him</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Beside the greenhouse door;</div> - <div class="verse">It knew that there he strove to limn</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The need in his soul's core:</div> - <div class="verse">And he is lonely and sad who tells</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His need to Sunday bells.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Of playfellows there was not one</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To whom at wake of sun</div> - <div class="verse">The child might turn to speak a dream</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of lazy summer seas</div> - <div class="verse">O'er which a ship rode fair of beam</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bringing his soul's keys;</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">And how a wondrous alien boy</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Trod proud that ship of Fate.</div> - <div class="verse">There mid the bells of Sunday joy</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He whispered, "Come not late</div> - <div class="verse">Within my longing, for my play</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Won't keep for any day."</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">17</span></p> -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">"The greenhouse tank is stagnant now</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Under the cherry bough;</div> - <div class="verse">And there a ship is by the quay,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The joy of my Baghdad.</div> - <div class="verse">Oh come, oh come and play with me</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That I should not be sad."</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">The jewelled shade of evening's hood</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Held many Eastern tales;</div> - <div class="verse">And cinnamon and sandalwood</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Lurked in his camels' bales.</div> - <div class="verse">But then a swallow harshly screamed</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And tumbled what he dreamed.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">And that was back in swallow-time</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With life a child's rhyme.</div> - <div class="verse">And some came true of what he dreamed,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And some has been forgot.</div> - <div class="verse">But life with sadness still is seamed,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And thorns take long to rot.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">18</span></p> - -<h3><a name="RIVER_SONG"></a>RIVER SONG</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">One</span> day I would be glad</div> - <div class="verse">And with all quiet be</div> - <div class="verse">Except your cadenced murmur</div> - <div class="verse">Beside the willow-tree.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">One day I would be glad</div> - <div class="verse">With fields of king-cup gold:</div> - <div class="verse">One day of dancing water</div> - <div class="verse">Below the cuckoo-fold.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">One day I would be glad</div> - <div class="verse">With crowned vermilion kings</div> - <div class="verse">Whose scarves are lilies blowing</div> - <div class="verse">Where youth for ever sings.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">One day I would be glad</div> - <div class="verse">With Oxford's poplared grace:</div> - <div class="verse">One day with love between us</div> - <div class="verse">And then—to lose your face.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">19</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="E_R_DODDS"></a><i>E. R. DODDS</i></h2> -(<i><small>UNIVERSITY</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="MEASURE"></a>MEASURE</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">I think</span> we are made the prisoners of the sun,</div> - <div class="verse">Snared in the waxing and the waning passion,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Lest life should grow intense</div> - <div class="verse indent8">To burn up sense</div> - <div class="verse">And lose life's fashion in the unfashioned One.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">I believe the cool unlabouring dark is sent</div> - <div class="verse">Swift on the wildness of the day's mad ending</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Lest the delight of fire</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Consume desire</div> - <div class="verse">And in Love's spending Love itself be spent.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">I believe the rain-soft autumn has its task</div> - <div class="verse">To curb the stretched importunate flame of summer,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">For fear too strong a fever</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Should quite dissever</div> - <div class="verse">The invisible murmur from the coloured mask.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">This is the sun's wisdom: that change and rest</div> - <div class="verse">And change, the embodied world's recurrent measure,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">In check and counterpoise</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Contain all joys</div> - <div class="verse">Lest the one treasure perish, being possessed.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">20</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="C_J_DRUCE"></a><i>C. J. DRUCE</i></h2> -(<i><small>NON-COLL.</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="THE_MEETING"></a>THE MEETING</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">But</span> we should meet in very different wise—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On some clear-lifted crest when sunset stills</div> - <div class="verse">Wide cleansing winds, and transient beauty lies</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Immortal in the moment it fulfils:</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Or down a deep glade you should come to me,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Moving your limbs with slow primordial ease,</div> - <div class="verse">With eyes whose calm has caught the mystery</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That walks at dawn beneath the gloom of trees:</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Or by the tenderness of a placid stream:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Or anywhere where trivial clamours cease,</div> - <div class="verse">And things irrelevant fade like a dream,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That souls may grow articulate in peace.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Instead of this, I know what will befall:—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The seething station where, urged and confined,</div> - <div class="verse">Chaotic energies interweave and brawl,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And confused sights and sounds beat on my mind;</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">There I shall wait, and feel my spirit's flame</div> - <div class="verse indent2">(Trained upwards, purged, for that white moment's sake)</div> - <div class="verse">Flicker, burn thickly, bowing to the claim</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of alien currents that I cannot break.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">For all the folk who come and go, or stand</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With strained expectant eyes, or talk with those</div> - <div class="verse">From whom they soon must part, have at command</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Some part of my unwilling brain, impose<span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">21</span></div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Conjectured joys and griefs upon my sense,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As they, perhaps, guess at my purpose here;</div> - <div class="verse">And jealous egotisms feed suspense</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As the desired, half-dreaded hour draws near.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">At last a rumble, distant, ominous, hoarse,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Swells to a shattering roar that daunts the world;</div> - <div class="verse">And round the curve, a black embodied force</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Triumphantly increases, and is hurled</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Like a great wave upon us, swallowing all.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Vague figures wax and wane and fluctuate</div> - <div class="verse">In the inane, till one, more steadfast-small,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Persists, grows luminous, letting penetrate</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Some likeness of your shape, and of your face</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Some strange reflected charm: I grope to find</div> - <div class="verse">A hand with mine in the resisting space,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hear my tongue utter what no thought designed,</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Weak ineffectual words, unheedful of replies—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Questions of tickets, luggage, urge and swarm—</div> - <div class="verse">But far beneath all this, in secret lies</div> - <div class="verse indent2">An infant consciousness, yet feebly warm</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">With life, and promise that the time is nigh</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That crowds or things no longer may subdue,</div> - <div class="verse">When the dull futile body that is I</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shall feel the quickening spirit that is you.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">22</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="T_W_EARP"></a><i>T. W. EARP</i></h2> -(<i><small>EXETER</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="THE_CANAL"></a>THE CANAL</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">When</span> you're tired of books and the dusty, well-known room</div> - <div class="verse">It's good to put on a gown and go for a walk,</div> - <div class="verse">Taking deep breaths and smelling the hawthorn bloom</div> - <div class="verse">By the canal, where shadowy lovers talk.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">They are far too happy to care if anyone passes,</div> - <div class="verse">And you envy a little, as you go along,</div> - <div class="verse">Those happy lovers of the lower classes</div> - <div class="verse">Whose emotions are like the rhythm of a rag-time song.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">The breath of the summer night is about your head,</div> - <div class="verse">Burdened with fragrance, lulling the brain to sleep,</div> - <div class="verse">You begin to forget the dull things you have read,</div> - <div class="verse">And just go walking on and breathing deep.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">23</span></p> - -<h3><a name="SOLITUDE"></a>SOLITUDE</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">They</span> have been sitting here until eleven,</div> - <div class="verse">The loud and the quiet and the one who is never shocked,</div> - <div class="verse">And we talked of most of the things between hell and heaven,</div> - <div class="verse">But now the last friend has gone and the door is locked.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">And I cannot help feeling, though it's rather silly,</div> - <div class="verse">A little afraid to be left so quiet and alone;</div> - <div class="verse">I can hear a petal drop from the tiger-lily,</div> - <div class="verse">So complete and awful has the silence grown.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">I long to hear that tramp of the policeman's</div> - <div class="verse">Outside the shutters, but the night is dumb,</div> - <div class="verse">And in a state of tension unknown to Huysmans</div> - <div class="verse">I wait and wait for the sound that will not come.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">24</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="U_ELLIS-FERMOR"></a><i>U. ELLIS-FERMOR</i></h2> -(<i><small>SOMERVILLE</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="SED_MILES"></a>SED MILES...</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Bear</span> the hearse, bear the pall,</div> - <div class="verse">We shall fare forward,</div> - <div class="verse">We have answered the problem,</div> - <div class="verse">We have closed the volume.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">In the doubt, in the strife,</div> - <div class="verse">We chose the giving,</div> - <div class="verse">We have had light for doubt,</div> - <div class="verse">We have had our answer.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Doubts of the end of life,</div> - <div class="verse">We have been spared them;</div> - <div class="verse">We have given the tangled skein</div> - <div class="verse">To be cut by the shearers.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Violet scent, flower of broom,</div> - <div class="verse">We have foregone them,</div> - <div class="verse">We have given the morning,</div> - <div class="verse">The gods have accepted,</div> - <div class="verse">They have pardoned the reckoning.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">25</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="JOAN_EVANS"></a><i>JOAN EVANS</i></h2> -(<i><small>ST. HUGH'S</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="THE_HAMADRYAD"></a>THE HAMADRYAD</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Her</span> flitting form is slim and pale</div> - <div class="verse">As beechen stems at night,</div> - <div class="verse">Her hair is dark as barren trees</div> - <div class="verse">Against the moon's pale light.</div> - <div class="verse">Her dreadful seeking hands are curved</div> - <div class="verse">Like chestnut buds in spring;</div> - <div class="verse">Against her bosom close she holds</div> - <div class="verse">A dove with frightened wing.</div> - <div class="verse">We may not see her as she goes</div> - <div class="verse">Over the leaf-strewn moss;</div> - <div class="verse">But see the russet leaves are stirred,</div> - <div class="verse">Feel some strange sense of loss.</div> - <div class="verse">We cannot see her cold sad eyes</div> - <div class="verse">Filled with a craving pain—</div> - <div class="verse">We only hear upon the leaves</div> - <div class="verse">Patter of April rain.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">26</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="FLORA_FORSTER"></a><i>FLORA FORSTER</i></h2> -(<i><small>SOMERVILLE</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="DUCKLINGTON"></a>DUCKLINGTON</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Down</span> there at Ducklington</div> - <div class="verse">The ducks are never old;</div> - <div class="verse">The geese are always goslings,</div> - <div class="verse">The catkins always gold.</div> - <div class="verse">The orchards blossom ever</div> - <div class="verse">Like foam heaped on a cup,</div> - <div class="verse">Down there at Ducklington</div> - <div class="verse">Where never a duck grows up!</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Down there at Ducklington</div> - <div class="verse">The years linger yet</div> - <div class="verse">At April, with its little leaves</div> - <div class="verse">And ash-buds of jet.</div> - <div class="verse">And I could be a child again</div> - <div class="verse">And drink, as from a cup,</div> - <div class="verse">Youth, down at Ducklington,</div> - <div class="verse">Where never a duck grows up!</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Down there at Ducklington,</div> - <div class="verse">With its ducklings ever young,</div> - <div class="verse">With its year ever at April,</div> - <div class="verse">And the songs of June unsung—</div> - <div class="verse">The potion of eternal youth</div> - <div class="verse">Is brewed there in a cup—</div> - <div class="verse">Down there at Ducklington</div> - <div class="verse">Where never a duck grows up!</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">27</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="L_GIELGUD"></a><i>L. GIELGUD</i></h2> -(<i><small>MAGDALEN</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="SUMMER_DEVILRY"></a>SUMMER DEVILRY</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">The</span> sky is very near to me to-night:</div> - <div class="verse">It breathes, as from a throat of molten lead,</div> - <div class="verse">A damnèd effluence about my head,</div> - <div class="verse">An effluence of hell, a fœtid blight:</div> - <div class="verse">Dark visions break on my distorted sight</div> - <div class="verse">Of bloody lust and cruelty and dread,</div> - <div class="verse">Devils unnamed in their own likeness tread</div> - <div class="verse">The ways of earth, and are not put to flight.</div> - <div class="verse">In rifts of voiceless lightning, such as breaks</div> - <div class="verse">This goitrous firmament, have stood revealed</div> - <div class="verse">Over the dead in some old battlefield</div> - <div class="verse">The ghastly dogs of death, and bloated snakes</div> - <div class="verse">Dripping the slime of Acherontian lakes</div> - <div class="verse">On some dead sovereign's blood-emblazoned shield.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">28</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="ROBERT_GRAVES"></a><i>ROBERT GRAVES</i></h2> -(<i><small>ST. JOHN'S</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="DOUBLE_RED_DAISIES"></a>DOUBLE RED DAISIES</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Double</span> red daisies, they're my flowers</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Which nobody else may grow</div> - <div class="verse">In a big quarrelsome house like ours</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They try it sometimes, but no,</div> - <div class="verse">I root them up because they're my flowers</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Which nobody else may grow.</div> - <div class="verse indent4"><i>Claire has a tea-rose, but she didn't plant it;</i></div> - <div class="verse indent4"><i>Ben has an iris, but I don't want it.</i></div> - <div class="verse indent4"><i>Daisies, double red daisies for me,</i></div> - <div class="verse indent4"><i>The beautifullest flowers in the garden.</i></div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Double red daisy, that's my mark:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I paint it in all my books.</div> - <div class="verse">It's carved high up on the beech-tree bark—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">How neat and lovely it looks!</div> - <div class="verse">So don't forget that it's my trademark;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Don't copy it in your books.</div> - <div class="verse indent4"><i>Claire has a tea-rose, but she didn't plant it;</i></div> - <div class="verse indent4"><i>Ben has an iris, but I don't want it.</i></div> - <div class="verse indent4"><i>Daisies, double red daisies for me,</i></div> - <div class="verse indent4"><i>The beautifullest flowers in the garden.</i></div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">29</span></p> - -<h3><a name="DEAD_COW_FARM"></a>DEAD COW FARM</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">It's</span> told in those old sagas, how</div> - <div class="verse">In the beginning the First Cow</div> - <div class="verse">(For nothing living yet had birth</div> - <div class="verse">But Elemental Cow on earth)</div> - <div class="verse">Began to lick cold stones and mud.</div> - <div class="verse">Under her warm tongue flesh and blood</div> - <div class="verse">Blossomed, a miracle to believe.</div> - <div class="verse">And so was Adam born, and Eve.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Here now is Chaos once again,</div> - <div class="verse">Primæval mud, cold stones and rain;</div> - <div class="verse">Here flesh decays and blood drips red,</div> - <div class="verse">And the Cow's dead, the old Cow's dead.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">30</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="RUSSELL_GREEN"></a><i>RUSSELL GREEN</i></h2> -(<i><small>QUEEN'S</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="DE_MUNDO"></a>DE MUNDO</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">... And then arose the vision of the world</div> - <div class="verse">Immense, a tangle of dark ravelled time,</div> - <div class="verse">Twisted and knotted by a surge of men:</div> - <div class="verse">Vast sombre tribes forth from the old abyss</div> - <div class="verse">Clambering, travailed, hated, fought and fell.</div> - <div class="verse">The slow tower, stone upon laborious stone,</div> - <div class="verse">Compacting men and clans, cities and states,</div> - <div class="verse">Aspired through ages to the unknown god:</div> - <div class="verse">Adventurers with the guidance of no star,</div> - <div class="verse">Discovering all, rich isle and barren shore,</div> - <div class="verse">And ever seas beyond the indolent seas</div> - <div class="verse">Rounding known courses with uncharted doubt:</div> - <div class="verse">A people wandering in the wilderness,</div> - <div class="verse">So vague a cloud, so dim a pillar of fire</div> - <div class="verse">They blindly followed to a promised land</div> - <div class="verse">Flowing with rivers of perennial truth—</div> - <div class="verse">And they the chosen vessel,—who of old</div> - <div class="verse">Knew not wherefore they broke their bonds and fled.</div> - <div class="verse">Yet in the end a desolation came</div> - <div class="verse">And the golden bowl was broken....<span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">31</span></div> - <div class="verse">I saw men, symbols of humanity,—</div> - <div class="verse">Immortal longings bound in mortal clay,—</div> - <div class="verse">Wayfaring still upon the ancient road</div> - <div class="verse">Winding away to the invisible hills.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Still on the visionary scaffolding</div> - <div class="verse">The players played the old Morality,—</div> - <div class="verse">The pilgrim Life waylaid by cruel Despair,</div> - <div class="verse">Wealth dowering Evil and maltreating Good,</div> - <div class="verse">And Pain and Care tormenting Body and Soul,</div> - <div class="verse">And Giant Sin bestriding hill and dale,</div> - <div class="verse">Building his shrines for men to worship him;</div> - <div class="verse">Corruption, too, with serpents in his hair,</div> - <div class="verse">And next, obscene Ungodliness, whose eyes</div> - <div class="verse">Vacant and dull, bent ever on the earth.</div> - <div class="verse">Then, last of all, Humanum Genus came</div> - <div class="verse">Bearing a scroll with the Apostle's words—</div> - <div class="verse">"Having no hope and without God in the world."</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">So from the seat of vision I arose</div> - <div class="verse">Trembling, appalled, and went upon my way</div> - <div class="verse">Sadly, for all my vision ended in this—</div> - <div class="verse">Piercing of heart, reason's bewilderment—</div> - <div class="verse">"We've come from mystery and to mystery go."</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">What shall be said when all things have been said?</div> - <div class="verse">What shall be said when this is pondered on—</div> - <div class="verse">"Either He lives not who created man,</div> - <div class="verse">Or man for sin is cast forth from His grace;</div> - <div class="verse">Yea, between Him and man a gulf is set"?</div> -</div></div></div> - -<p class="center"><small>This poem originally appeared in <i>The Westminster Gazette</i></small>.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">32</span></p></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="MERCY_HARVEY"></a><i>MERCY HARVEY</i></h2> -(<i><small>ST. HILDA'S</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="SONG"></a>SONG</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">For</span> Beauty's sake I weep,</div> - <div class="verse">Because my love is beautiful,</div> - <div class="verse">I came upon her lying asleep</div> - <div class="verse">Within a bower sweet and cool.</div> - <div class="verse">The tall trees intertwined</div> - <div class="verse">And made a bower for my love,</div> - <div class="verse">With green shrubs nestling there behind,</div> - <div class="verse">And a blue strip of sky above.</div> - <div class="verse">For Beauty's sake I grieve,</div> - <div class="verse">That Beauty soon must fade and die,</div> - <div class="verse">As lilac blossoms fall, nor leave</div> - <div class="verse">One ghostly fragrance lingering nigh.</div> - <div class="verse">For Beauty's sake I strive</div> - <div class="verse">For one long moment's raptured bliss</div> - <div class="verse">To hold her in her form alive</div> - <div class="verse">And give her one impassioned kiss.</div> - <div class="verse">For her own sake she dies,</div> - <div class="verse">Nor leaves behind one memory;</div> - <div class="verse">The light out of the western skies</div> - <div class="verse">Is gone, and thou art gone from me.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">33</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="H_C_HARWOOD"></a><i>H. C. HARWOOD</i></h2> -(<i><small>BALLIOL</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="CALL_OF_THE_DEAD"></a>CALL OF THE DEAD</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Have</span> you not waited there too long,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Little brother of mine,</div> - <div class="verse">With a spirit too weak in a world too strong?</div> - <div class="verse">You do not play as you used to do</div> - <div class="verse">When you and I were an army of two.</div> - <div class="verse">Surely you dally there too long,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Little brother of mine.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Death is an old benevolent king,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Little brother of mine,</div> - <div class="verse">And around his throne the children sing.</div> - <div class="verse">Time, life's sullen minister,</div> - <div class="verse">Dulls the heart and dulls the hair,</div> - <div class="verse">But does not stand before my king,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Little brother of mine.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Hopes we cherish down below,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Little brother of mine,</div> - <div class="verse">Melt in manhood like the snow.</div> - <div class="verse">Tranquil in inexperience,</div> - <div class="verse">Call on Death for your defence,</div> - <div class="verse">And leave the tangle down below,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Little brother of mine.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Forgotten laughter, remembered tears,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Little brother of mine,</div> - <div class="verse">Would be the burden of your years.</div> - <div class="verse">So let us play together again</div> - <div class="verse">With a child's swift joy and swifter pain,</div> - <div class="verse">And reckon no more of months and years,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Little brother of mine.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">34</span></p> - -<h3><a name="RETURN"></a>RETURN</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Against</span> the ebbing tide we make our way.</div> - <div class="verse">Beyond the low green banks the fenlands stretch</div> - <div class="verse">To a far horizon. Trawler, smack and ketch</div> - <div class="verse">Are passing for the business of the day.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">There is the inlet where the immortal boys,</div> - <div class="verse">As white and slim as ever, splash and call.</div> - <div class="verse">Deserted on the other bank Blake Hall</div> - <div class="verse">Still contemplates contemptuously their noise.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">There are the docks where the tall mastheads shine</div> - <div class="verse">Of mighty <i>Helsingfors</i>, the timber ship.</div> - <div class="verse">And a new craft is lying in the slip</div> - <div class="verse">Which presently shall be baptized with wine.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">The houses gather thicker, and a girl</div> - <div class="verse">Waves her indifferent smiling welcome. See!</div> - <div class="verse">The loungers are awakened on the quay</div> - <div class="verse">And stand to catch the rope the sailors curl.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Now grey and swift the startled seagulls wheel.</div> - <div class="verse">The engine-room is silent which so long</div> - <div class="verse">Has shaped our lives to its monotonous song.</div> - <div class="verse">The fenders bump against the slowing keel.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">The smoke is rising from my father's home</div> - <div class="verse">Across the street, and flapping in the breeze</div> - <div class="verse">A curtain welcomes me from off the seas,</div> - <div class="verse">The querulous seas, where I was wont to roam.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">35</span></div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">And there miraculously free from age</div> - <div class="verse">The faces of my playfellows are seen.</div> - <div class="verse">And all is now as it has ever been,</div> - <div class="verse">Or smiling destiny turns back the page.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">But always ere my feet are firm upon</div> - <div class="verse">The natal shore, dream ship, dream river fade,</div> - <div class="verse">And I am burdened with the choice I made</div> - <div class="verse">And lonely in the land where I am gone.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">36</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="EE_ST_L_HILL"></a><i>E. E. ST. L. HILL</i></h2> -(<i><small>KEBLE</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="DIFFIDENCE"></a>DIFFIDENCE</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Dulled</span> is the azure of the skies.</div> - <div class="verse">Can aught but woe my woes beget?</div> - <div class="verse">My inmost self in anguish cries</div> - <div class="verse">"I love my Love"—My Love!—and yet</div> - <div class="verse">I cannot as a lover say</div> - <div class="verse">"I love my Love," because I know</div> - <div class="verse">I am not worthy. Still I may</div> - <div class="verse">Win in the end the right to show</div> - <div class="verse">My Love what is my heart's desire.</div> - <div class="verse">For more than this I may not hope,</div> - <div class="verse">To naught beyond can I aspire.</div> - <div class="verse">Alone, in secret, I must grope</div> - <div class="verse">My way and be content to see</div> - <div class="verse">The beauty of my star above,</div> - <div class="verse">For never will my Love love me</div> - <div class="verse">Though I so truly love my Love.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">37</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="A_L_HUXLEY"></a><i>A. L. HUXLEY</i></h2> -(<i><small>BALLIOL</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="LAPRES-MIDI_DUN_FAUNE"></a>L'APRÈS-MIDI D'UN FAUNE</h3> - -<p class="center">(<i>From the French of Stéphane Mallarmé.</i>)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">I would</span> immortalize these nymphs: so bright</div> - <div class="verse">Their sunlit colouring, so airy-light,</div> - <div class="verse">It floats like drowsing down. Loved I a dream?</div> - <div class="verse">My doubts, born of oblivious darkness, seem</div> - <div class="verse">A subtle tracery of branches grown</div> - <div class="verse">The tree's true self—proving that I have known</div> - <div class="verse">No triumph, but the shadow of a rose.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">But think. These nymphs, their loveliness ... suppose</div> - <div class="verse">They bodied forth my senses' fabulous thirst.</div> - <div class="verse">Illusion! which the blue eyes of the first,</div> - <div class="verse">As cold and chaste as is the weeping spring,</div> - <div class="verse">Beget: the other, sighing, passioning,</div> - <div class="verse">Is she the wind, warm in your fleece at noon?</div> - <div class="verse">No. Through this quiet, when a weary swoon</div> - <div class="verse">Crushes and chokes the latest faint essay</div> - <div class="verse">Of morning, cool against the encroaching day,</div> - <div class="verse">There is no murmuring water, save the gush</div> - <div class="verse">Of my clear fluted notes; and in the hush</div> - <div class="verse">Blows never a wind save that which through my reed</div> - <div class="verse">Puffs out before the rain of notes can speed</div> - <div class="verse">Upon the air, with that calm breath of art</div> - <div class="verse">That mounts the unwrinkled zenith visibly,</div> - <div class="verse">Where inspiration seeks its native sky.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">38</span></div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">You fringes of a calm Sicilian lake,</div> - <div class="verse">The sun's own mirror, which I love to take,</div> - <div class="verse">Silent beneath your starry flowers, tell</div> - <div class="verse"><i>How here I cut the hollow rushes, well</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>Tamed by my skill, when, on the glaucous gold</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>Of distant lawns about their fountain cold,</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>A living whiteness stirs like a lazy wave,</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>And at the first slow notes my panpipes gave</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>These flocking swans, these naiads rather, fly</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>Or dive.</i></div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent8">Noon burns inert and tawny-dry,</div> - <div class="verse">Nor marks how clean that Hymen slipped away</div> - <div class="verse">From me who seek in song the real A.</div> - <div class="verse">Wake, then, to your first ardour and the sight,</div> - <div class="verse">O lonely faun, of the old fierce white light,</div> - <div class="verse">With, lilies, one of you for innocence.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Other than their lips' delicate pretence,</div> - <div class="verse">The light caress that quiets treacherous lovers,</div> - <div class="verse">My breast, I know not how to tell, discovers</div> - <div class="verse">The bitten print of some immortal's kiss.</div> - <div class="verse">But hush! a mystery so great as this</div> - <div class="verse">I dare not tell, save to my double reed,</div> - <div class="verse">Which, sharer of my every joy and need,</div> - <div class="verse">Dreams down its cadenced monologues that we</div> - <div class="verse">Falsely confuse the beauties that we see</div> - <div class="verse">With the bright palpable shapes our song creates:</div> - <div class="verse">My flute, as loud as passion modulates,</div> - <div class="verse">Purges the common dream of flank and breast,</div> - <div class="verse">Seen through closed eyes and inwardly caressed,</div> - <div class="verse">Of every empty and monotonous line.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Bloom then, O Syrinx, in thy flight malign,</div> - <div class="verse">A reed once more beside our trysting-lake.</div> - <div class="verse">Proud of my music let me often make</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">39</span> - <div class="verse">A song of goddesses and see their rape</div> - <div class="verse">Profanely done on many a painted shape.</div> - <div class="verse">So, when the grape's transparent juice I drain,</div> - <div class="verse">I quell regrets for pleasure past and feign</div> - <div class="verse">A new real grape. For holding towards the sky</div> - <div class="verse">The empty skin, I blow it tight and lie</div> - <div class="verse">Dream-drunk till evening, eyeing it.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent34">Tell o'er</div> - <div class="verse">Remembered joys and plump the grape once more.</div> - <div class="verse"><i>Between the reeds I saw their bodies gleam</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>Who cool no mortal fever in the stream,</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>Crying to the woods the rage of their desire:</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>And their bright hair went down in jewelled fire</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>Where crystal broke and dazzled shudderingly.</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>I check my swift pursuit; for see where lie,</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>Bruised, being twins in love, by languor sweet,</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>Two sleeping girls, clasped at my very feet.</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>I seize and run with them, nor part the pair,</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>Breaking this covert of frail petals, where</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>Roses drink scent of the sun and our light play</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>'Mid tumbled flowers shall match the death of day.</i></div> - <div class="verse">I love that virginal fury, ah! the wild</div> - <div class="verse">Thrill when a maiden body shrinks, defiled,</div> - <div class="verse">Shuddering like arctic light, from lips that sear</div> - <div class="verse">Its nakedness ... the flesh in secret fear!</div> - <div class="verse">Contagiously through my linked pair it flies</div> - <div class="verse">Where innocence in either, struggling, dies,</div> - <div class="verse">Wet with fond tears or some less piteous dew.</div> - <div class="verse">Gay in the conquest of these fears, I grew</div> - <div class="verse">So rash that I must needs the sheaf divide</div> - <div class="verse">Of ruffled kisses heaven itself had tied.</div> - <div class="verse"><i>For as I leaned to stifle in the hair</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>Of one my passionate laughter (taking care</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>With a stretched finger, that her innocence</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>Might stain with her companion's kindling sense,</i></div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">40</span> - <div class="verse"><i>To touch the younger little one, who lay</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>Child-like unblushing) my ungrateful prey</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>Slips from me, freed by passion's sudden death,</i></div> - <div class="verse"><i>Nor heeds the frenzy of my sobbing breath.</i></div> - <div class="verse">Let it pass! others of their hair shall twist</div> - <div class="verse">A rope to drag me to those joys I missed.</div> - <div class="verse">See how the bursting currants ripe and red</div> - <div class="verse">To quench the thirst of the mumbling bees have bled;</div> - <div class="verse">So too our blood, kindled by some chance fire,</div> - <div class="verse">Flows for the swarming legions of desire.</div> - <div class="verse">At evening, when the woodland green turns gold</div> - <div class="verse">And ashen-grey, 'mid the quenched leaves, behold!</div> - <div class="verse">Red Etna glows, by Venus visited,</div> - <div class="verse">Walking the lava with her snowy tread</div> - <div class="verse">Whene'er the flames in thunderous slumber die.</div> - <div class="verse">I hold the goddess!</div> - <div class="verse indent20">Ah, sure penalty!</div> - <div class="verse">But the unthinking soul and body swoon</div> - <div class="verse">At last beneath the heavy hush of noon.</div> - <div class="verse">Forgetful let me lie where summer's drouth</div> - <div class="verse">Sifts fine the sand, and then with gaping mouth</div> - <div class="verse">Dream, planet-struck by the grape's round wine-red star.</div> - <div class="verse">Nymphs, I shall see the shade that now you are.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">41</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="C_R_JURY"></a><i>C. R. JURY</i></h2> -(<i><small>MAGDALEN</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="LOVE"></a>LOVE</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Though</span> life has stooped before its height,</div> - <div class="verse">And beauty, that I still shall trust,</div> - <div class="verse">The child of a diviner light</div> - <div class="verse">Be torn, and lower than the dust,</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Love has a life beyond the heat</div> - <div class="verse">Of sorrow, pain, desire or dread;</div> - <div class="verse">He holds as his eternal seat</div> - <div class="verse">The great remembrance of the dead.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">They lose no splendour by decay;</div> - <div class="verse">They are a fixed immortal power,</div> - <div class="verse">And I their lover, though I stay</div> - <div class="verse">Surrounded by the dying hour.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">And now thy beauty, as that fire</div> - <div class="verse">Which walks against the morning, bears</div> - <div class="verse">Of day and night one great desire,</div> - <div class="verse">Has made life's splendour one with theirs.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">They live; I see them in thine eyes;</div> - <div class="verse">Thy life is theirs; no death can stem</div> - <div class="verse">Their torrent. When I watch it rise,</div> - <div class="verse">I love thee, as I worship them.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">42</span></p> - -<h3><a name="SONNET"></a>SONNET</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">I would</span> to God thou wert mine own good son</div> - <div class="verse">Thy face is fair, thy body strong and pure,</div> - <div class="verse">Thy spirit nobly high, thy deeds well done,</div> - <div class="verse">Thy heart well set to love and to endure.</div> - <div class="verse">'Tis such a fearless boy I would beget,</div> - <div class="verse">To give the venerable world its due;</div> - <div class="verse">Yea, to be bold and lovely ere I set,</div> - <div class="verse">To take the time, and mould what shall ensue.</div> - <div class="verse">I would thou wert the fruit of my best hour,</div> - <div class="verse">So that I might bequeathe thee my strong fire;</div> - <div class="verse">But I am like to die before my flower</div> - <div class="verse">And lose inheritors for my desire.</div> - <div class="verse">O if thou wert mine own, I had this boast;</div> - <div class="verse">Therefore I love thee better than thou know'st.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">43</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="CHAMAN_LALL"></a><i>CHAMAN LALL</i></h2> -(<i><small>JESUS</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="THIRTY_YEARS_AFTER"></a>"THIRTY YEARS AFTER"</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">It</span> is thirty years since we two parted,</div> - <div class="verse">It is thirty unswept, cobweb years</div> - <div class="verse">Since, with a look of indifference, in a storm of elegance,</div> - <div class="verse">Like some knowing, hungering bird,</div> - <div class="verse">Like some forewarned, huckstering drone of a butterfly,</div> - <div class="verse">Like a swift passion—she swept past my youth unhonied.</div> - <div class="verse">And I am now a very old man—almost dead;</div> - <div class="verse">I am now a very old ornament of lead;</div> - <div class="verse">Weismann and Ellis, Burton I have read</div> - <div class="verse">These thirty years in bed.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">This room;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the shadows lengthening on the lawn;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the distant boom, boom of the world;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Wearisome watchings for the first star;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the toil, toil of the dawn:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">These have emptied my soul of its waves,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">These have made cold prisons of my faery caves,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">These have frosted</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The red, red poppy-leaf of time.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Who now cares for my politics?</div> - <div class="verse">Who now cares for my brilliant repartees</div> - <div class="verse">That crushed one with an epigram,</div> - <div class="verse">That struck one like an oriflamme?</div> - <div class="verse">But now they ask me who I am.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">44</span></div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Once women came to me,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And she,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Once women came to me with their offerings</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like long lines of brown bees</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Burdened with offerings,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like naked houris of turbaned Kings,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Once——But now drifts</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Across the living-deadness</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of an Egyptian desert</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My barren Arab way,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My unflowered desert way.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">It is thirty years since we two parted,</div> - <div class="verse">It is thirty unswept, cobweb years</div> - <div class="verse">Since, with a look of indifference, in a storm of elegance,</div> - <div class="verse">Like a swift passion—she swept past my youth unhonied.</div> - <div class="verse">And I am now a very old man—almost dead;</div> - <div class="verse">I am now a very old ornament of lead;</div> - <div class="verse">Weismann and Ellis, Burton I have read</div> - <div class="verse">These thirty years in bed.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">45</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="M_LEIGH"></a><i>M. LEIGH</i></h2> -(<i><small>SOMERVILLE</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="TWO_EPITAPHS"></a>TWO EPITAPHS</h3> - - -<p class="center space-above1">ON TWO LOVERS</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Love</span>, when we walked on earth, your chastity</div> - <div class="verse">Was all to you, your body all to me;</div> - <div class="verse">Now the grave holds the flesh that parted us,</div> - <div class="verse">And being nought, we shall united be.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center space-above1">ON AN ARISTOCRAT DYING UNDER A -DEMOCRACY</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Living</span>, your constitution levelled me;</div> - <div class="verse">Dead, all are equal in their six-foot graves:</div> - <div class="verse">But God counts not by heads; in His regard</div> - <div class="verse">One freeborn man is worth a host of slaves.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">46</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="E_H_W_MEYERSTEIN"></a><i>E. H. W. MEYERSTEIN</i></h2> -(<i><small>MAGDALEN</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="THE_FINGER"></a>THE FINGER</h3> - -<p class="center">(To R. T.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">How</span> curiously this triple whole</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of skin and blood and bone</div> - <div class="verse">Consenteth to the mind's control</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And to the mind's alone.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">'Tis for diurnal uses mine,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To move howe'er I please,</div> - <div class="verse">Or mingle with its brothers nine</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Enclasped about my knees.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Yet often when the mind's afar,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By vagrant thought bestirred,</div> - <div class="verse">It gaily shifts and beats the bar</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To songs and sounds unheard.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Mute eloquence! 'Tis plain to see</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As face in looking-glass</div> - <div class="verse">That more than one is lord of me</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When this is brought to pass.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">What else but mind and mind alone</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Should rule the triple whole,</div> - <div class="verse">But how if skin and blood and bone</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Themselves enshroud a soul?</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">47</span></p> - -<h3><a name="LONDON"></a>LONDON</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Sir</span>, you're from Oxford, seat of bliss</div> - <div class="verse">Arrived in the Metropolis;</div> - <div class="verse">We hold you well and think we can</div> - <div class="verse">Make you, in your despite, a man.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">'Tis here our wont, though strange it seems,</div> - <div class="verse">To deal in solid facts, not dreams;</div> - <div class="verse">For lies are lies, and gold is gold,</div> - <div class="verse">And men are daily bought or sold.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Parade the purlieus if you wish</div> - <div class="verse">To study poor-law and fried fish;</div> - <div class="verse">There's much that waits to be improved,</div> - <div class="verse">And an improver's rarely loved.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Or yours is the creative touch;</div> - <div class="verse">We have a score of shops for such,</div> - <div class="verse">Where novelties in paint and words</div> - <div class="verse">Are scrutinized by lonely herds.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Colour and motion are aglow</div> - <div class="verse">In streets above and tubes below.</div> - <div class="verse">We energize: to meditate</div> - <div class="verse">Only befits a culture-state.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">48</span></div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Such friends we'll give you as will prove</div> - <div class="verse">The world is only made of love;</div> - <div class="verse">But life is necessary too,</div> - <div class="verse">And vices, seeing you are you.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">For in this pantomimic scene</div> - <div class="verse">There's nothing common or unclean;</div> - <div class="verse">You lodge upon the second floor</div> - <div class="verse">And opposite a noted whore.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">So, when your dreams are laid to rest,</div> - <div class="verse">You're part of what you most detest,</div> - <div class="verse">And know this nightmare was made real</div> - <div class="verse">To dissipate a false ideal.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">49</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="EVAN_MORGAN"></a><i>EVAN MORGAN</i></h2> -(<i><small>CHRIST CHURCH</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="IN_OLDEN_DAYS"></a>IN OLDEN DAYS</h3> - -<p class="center">AN ALLEGORY</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Down</span> from the flowering tulip-tree</div> - <div class="verse">The birds of love flew down to me,—</div> - <div class="verse">The birds of love with plumage rare</div> - <div class="verse">Sped in circles 'bout my hair,</div> - <div class="verse">And it was dawn and I was glad,</div> - <div class="verse">And Dawn appeared, a Spartan lad;</div> - <div class="verse">With flowers twined about his hair,</div> - <div class="verse">A countenance that knew not care.</div> - <div class="verse">The flow'rs waved in careless joy</div> - <div class="verse">As they nodded and danced o'er the head of the boy.</div> - <div class="verse">Lo! he picked the birds up one by one</div> - <div class="verse">And he killed them in his wanton fun,</div> - <div class="verse">So I cried to him: "They're the birds of love</div> - <div class="verse">That abide in the jewelled tree above,</div> - <div class="verse">And the tree and the birds are the jewels of love."</div> - <div class="verse">But the youth of the morn with laughter cried:</div> - <div class="verse">"Those birds are mine that you espied;</div> - <div class="verse">Mine are these birds, and mine this tree:</div> - <div class="verse">I am the God of Love," cried he,</div> - <div class="verse">"The God of Love, of birds and tree."</div> - <div class="verse">"I weep for the birds, for they brought me love</div> - <div class="verse">Down from the tulip-tree above,</div> - <div class="verse">From the tree above they brought me love."</div> - <div class="verse">"I'll give you love, my sorrowful brave—</div> - <div class="verse">I'll give you myself to hold as a slave,"</div> - <div class="verse">So taking Love as a slave with me,</div> - <div class="verse">Fast I fled from the tulip-tree;</div> - <div class="verse">I fled from the tree and my slave with me,—</div> - <div class="verse">Love was the slave and I Poetry.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">50</span></p> - -<h3><a name="A_SERENADE"></a>A SERENADE</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Your</span> love is like some wondrous scented rose.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The evening sees a purple pool of blood</div> - <div class="verse">Beneath the tree that Summer's glory chose</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Crimsonly thick with passion'd joys to flood.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Your love is like the harvest of the sun</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Moltenly golden, gloriously sublime.</div> - <div class="verse">Were I the reaper, swiftly would I run</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And reap thy golden love till death were time.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Your love is like the shadows of the ev'n,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The gold-green tints that linger in the sky;</div> - <div class="verse">When the red king in opal cloud flies heav'n,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Leaving the dewy earth to sleep and cry.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Your love is like the mystery of the night,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When the wan mists the dreamy violets kiss,</div> - <div class="verse">It comes like ghostly owl with muted flight,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It comes like Death;—but Death from you is bliss.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">51</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="F_ST_V_MORRIS"></a><i>F. ST. V. MORRIS</i></h2> -(<i><small>WADHAM</small></i>)<br /> -<span class="xs">[<i>3rd Batt. Sherwood Foresters, attached<br /> -R.F.C. Died of wounds, April 29, 1917</i>]</span></div></div> - - - -<h3><a name="LAST_POEM"></a>LAST POEM</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"><span class="smcap xl">Through</span> vast</div> - <div class="verse">Realms of air</div> - <div class="verse indent16">we passed</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On wings all-whitely fair.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Sublime</div> - <div class="verse">On speeding wing</div> - <div class="verse indent16">we climb</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like an unfettered Thing,</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Away</div> - <div class="verse">Height upon height;</div> - <div class="verse indent16">and play</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In God's great Lawns of Light.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And He</div> - <div class="verse">Guides us safe home</div> - <div class="verse indent16">to see</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Fields He bade us roam.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">52</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="ROBERT_NICHOLS"></a><i>ROBERT NICHOLS</i></h2> -(<i><small>TRINITY</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="THE_MAN_OF_HONOUR"></a>THE MAN OF HONOUR</h3> - - -<p class="center">I.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">O had</span> I died when o'er the sullen plain</div> - <div class="verse">The harsh light drifted and the roaring guns</div> - <div class="verse">Lifted their voices summoning amain</div> - <div class="verse">Youth from its joy in storms and flying suns</div> - <div class="verse">And happy comradeship of weathered men,</div> - <div class="verse">All had been as in purpose due and well,</div> - <div class="verse">Honourable my service had been then</div> - <div class="verse">And honoured the blank spot on which I fell.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">But now—O heart!—how much dishonoured I,</div> - <div class="verse">And by my own hand too—twice bitter case—</div> - <div class="verse">My true love stained with secret infamy,</div> - <div class="verse">My treachery disguised by friendship's face,</div> - <div class="verse">And that bare passion bade me forth to die</div> - <div class="verse">Fouled to the instrument of my disgrace!</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">II.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">What has a man but honour? When 'tis gone</div> - <div class="verse">The man is gone: for all that in him blent</div> - <div class="verse">To strike a star for men to gaze upon</div> - <div class="verse">Becomes his quicker ruin's instrument.</div> - <div class="verse">For from that height to which with toil we climb,</div> - <div class="verse">From that we fall and to the further pit,</div> - <div class="verse">Who honour bore and lost. This is my crime</div> - <div class="verse">And this the daily punishment of it:—</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">To honour honour more than e'er I did</div> - <div class="verse">When I possessed it, to esteem the lot</div> - <div class="verse">Of those whose treasure from themselves lies hid</div> - <div class="verse">Or those who lose it and yet miss it not.</div> - <div class="verse">O God, now raise me to the thing forbid</div> - <div class="verse">Or from my eyes its pure light wholly blot!</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">53</span></p> - -<p class="center">III.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Wherefore on God thou callest? 'Tis in vain:</div> - <div class="verse">Our hearts our fortunes are until we die,</div> - <div class="verse">And naught can change them or for loss or gain</div> - <div class="verse">Save Courage at least glance of Honour's eye.</div> - <div class="verse">For Honour, daughter of sound brain and blood,</div> - <div class="verse">Motions us ever though we may not heed;</div> - <div class="verse">She is imperative hunger for the good,</div> - <div class="verse">Good so instinctive that to gain we bleed.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Wherefore, dishonoured soul, part from thy love—</div> - <div class="verse">Fearfuller wrench than muscle torn from bone—</div> - <div class="verse">Or her soul too must perish here. Enough!</div> - <div class="verse">I cannot leave her. Then there is but one</div> - <div class="verse">Refuge for us now to make trial of,—</div> - <div class="verse">Refuge to which I cannot fare alone.</div> -</div></div></div> - - -<p class="center">IV.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">They burned too deep. Had they but taken that lightly</div> - <div class="verse">Which take they must, Love being absolute lord—</div> - <div class="verse">Parted by now they yet had rendered rightly</div> - <div class="verse">Memory each to each, love's last reward.</div> - <div class="verse">But of their love maybe a fiercer glow</div> - <div class="verse">They had who saved their honour at the last</div> - <div class="verse">By direst means. Whether it be or no,</div> - <div class="verse">In death their faces held a <i>something</i> fast.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Beneath the fall's white glare and drumming zest,</div> - <div class="verse">Where on black depths an hundred suns are burning,</div> - <div class="verse">Their bodies bound, like faggots, breast to breast</div> - <div class="verse">Rose for a peaceful space, lazily turning:</div> - <div class="verse">Their mutual smile acknowledged <i>this</i> was best.</div> - <div class="verse">Love had found Honour's way. O bitter learning!</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">54</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="ELIZABETH_RENDALL"></a><i>ELIZABETH RENDALL</i></h2> -(<i><small>HOME STUDENT</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="MY_SOUL_IS_AN_INFANTA"></a>MY SOUL IS AN INFANTA</h3> - -<p class="center">(<i>From the French of Albert Samain.</i>)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4"><span class="smcap xl">My</span> soul is an Infanta, robed for state,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Whose exiled years, termless, imperial,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Are mirrored in some dim Escurial,</div> - <div class="verse">Forgotten as old galleys in the roads disconsolate.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">Fleet as the wind, her daïsed throne beside,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Twin greyhounds couch majestical, and seem</div> - <div class="verse indent4">To course, through Forests of Enchanted Dream,</div> - <div class="verse">At will, a phantom fancied quarry, melancholy-eyed.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">Stirless, she holds a tulip flower, attent</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The while her page, whose name is Yesterday,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Reads with hushed breath an old bewitching lay,</div> - <div class="verse">And hears its magic in her heart die impotent.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">Before her—marbled fountains, terraced slopes,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And all the green of Spring. Sombre, her mind</div> - <div class="verse indent4">She mads with those high dreams, the unconfined</div> - <div class="verse">Horizon hides, and turns, for our despair, to wistful hopes.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">Here dwells she, gracious, unrebellious, kind,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Knowing, since Fate is Lord, the strife how vain;</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Knowing, for all her birthright of disdain,</div> - <div class="verse">Her spirit touched to pity as the sea stirs to the wind.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">55</span></div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">Here dwells she, unrebellious, past surprise,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Tranquil through tears, save when she evokes the ghost</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Of Hope's Armadas with their piteous host</div> - <div class="verse">Foundering, betrayed anew eternally before her eyes.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">Yet, in some magic, purple, sunset hour,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Old portraits, shadowy on the tarnished gold—</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Ivory, black of velvet—wake to hold</div> - <div class="verse">New promise from the past of splendid insubstantial power.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">Pale painted hands Velasquez pictured, guide</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Her soaring thoughts again to nothingness</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Miraged so fair, dies all her weariness</div> - <div class="verse">And glows a sudden glory from the rubies of her pride.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">But lo, old horror of the world of men</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And all its brazen clangour stills her blood...</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Life flows—a distant murmur—like the flood...</div> - <div class="verse">More secret and more strange the smile is on her lips again.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">No breath may trouble now her eyes' repose</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Where haunt the veilèd ghosts of cities dead;</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Adown dim corridors with tranquil tread</div> - <div class="verse">Singing she passes where an idle fountain idly flows.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">Pale at her casement sits she, to await</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Till pride and peace shall have an end at last,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Holding her tulip, mirrored in the past,</div> - <div class="verse">Forgotten as old galleys in the roads disconsolate.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">My soul is an Infanta, robed for state.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">56</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="D_L_SAYERS"></a><i>D. L. SAYERS</i></h2> -(<i><small>SOMERVILLE</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="FAIR_EREMBOURS"></a>FAIR EREMBOURS</h3> - -<p class="center">A SONG OF THE WEB. FRENCH, XII <span class="smcap">c.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">When</span> in the long-day month, the month of May,</div> - <div class="verse">The Franks of France from king's court ride away,</div> - <div class="verse">Reynault rides foremost, the first in rank alway.</div> - <div class="verse">Passes the tower where Erembours doth stay;</div> - <div class="verse">He never deigned to lift his head her way,</div> - <div class="verse">Ha, Reynault, ha, true love!</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Fair Erembours, within the window's ray,</div> - <div class="verse">Holds on her knees a web of colours gay,</div> - <div class="verse">Sees Franks of France from king's court ride away,</div> - <div class="verse">Sees Reynault riding the first in rank alway,</div> - <div class="verse">Speaketh aloud, on this wise she doth say:</div> - <div class="verse">Ha, Reynault, ha, true love!</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Reynault, true love, I have beheld the day</div> - <div class="verse">When if my father's castle stood on your way</div> - <div class="verse">You had been sad, had I had nought to say.</div> - <div class="verse">—Ill hast thou wrought with me, king's daughter, yea,</div> - <div class="verse">Hast loved another, cast my love away.</div> - <div class="verse">Ha, Reynault, ha, true love!</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Reynault, fair sir, on relics solemnly</div> - <div class="verse">I'll swear, before an hundred maidens free</div> - <div class="verse">And thirty ladies that I shall bring with me,</div> - <div class="verse">I never loved another man save thee;</div> - <div class="verse">Take this amends, I'll give thee kisses three.</div> - <div class="verse">Ha, Reynault, ha, true love!<span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">57</span></div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">O then Count Reynault up by the stairway ran,</div> - <div class="verse">Wide were his shoulders, and small his girdle's span,</div> - <div class="verse">His hair close-curled, and very fair to scan,</div> - <div class="verse">In all the world is not so fine a man.</div> - <div class="verse">Erembours saw him, and so to weep began.</div> - <div class="verse">Ha, Reynault, ha, true love!</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Count Reynault mounts into her highest towers</div> - <div class="verse">And sets him on a bed of broidered flowers,</div> - <div class="verse">And close beside him sits fair Erembours.</div> - <div class="verse">Then they take up their loves of former hours.</div> - <div class="verse">Ha, Reynault, ha, true love!</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">58</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="H_SIMPSON"></a><i>H. SIMPSON</i></h2> -(<i><small>HOME-STUDENT</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="THERE_ARE_QUANTITIES_OF_THINGS"></a>"THERE ARE QUANTITIES OF -THINGS..."</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">There</span> are quantities of things</div> - <div class="verse">One would like to be and do</div> - <div class="verse">When one's mind unfurls its wings;</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Clouds full chase across the blue</div> - <div class="verse">All unthinking in their flight;</div> - <div class="verse">Overcasting me and you,</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Sometimes raining out of spite.</div> - <div class="verse">Or perhaps you would prefer</div> - <div class="verse">To go coasting through the night</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">With a flutter and a stir,</div> - <div class="verse">Like a nightjar in a wood</div> - <div class="verse">Rising softly with a whirr.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Or with cold and scanty blood</div> - <div class="verse">Don a fish's suit of scales,</div> - <div class="verse">And go oaring through the flood</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Under bigger fishes' tails,</div> - <div class="verse">Into warm and open sea</div> - <div class="verse">While above you blow the gales—</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">So my mind spins constantly</div> - <div class="verse">In unprofitable rings</div> - <div class="verse">Almost to infinity—</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Such innumerable things</div> - <div class="verse">One would like to do and be</div> - <div class="verse">When one's thoughts shake out their wings.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">59</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="E_E_SMITH"></a><i>E. E. SMITH</i></h2> -(<i><small>UNIVERSITY</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="THE_VOYAGE"></a>THE VOYAGE</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">O my</span> soul that fliest over never-ending seas</div> - <div class="verse">That are so still their deeps lie dark beneath the sun,</div> - <div class="verse">Untroubled by any foam, so that the ship-boy sees</div> - <div class="verse">All the world's water, and thinks his voyage never done:</div> - <div class="verse">Some day thou wilt stay thy wings and stoop to land</div> - <div class="verse">Where the sea's edge lies sharp like a bright sword,</div> - <div class="verse">And hardly break the waves, and sweet is the sand</div> - <div class="verse">Where the keel runs home and ships are gently shored.</div> - <div class="verse">There sit the solemn seamen, with rings in their brown ears,</div> - <div class="verse">Who are grave when they laugh and are not ashamed to weep;</div> - <div class="verse">Their hair and their beards are grown long with the long years,</div> - <div class="verse">And some are too old and too wise for speaking, and some sleep.</div> - <div class="verse">And when the night grows cold they stir, and touch their lips</div> - <div class="verse">With dark-red sluggish liquor, and kindle a fire from wood</div> - <div class="verse">Washed up by a quiet wave from the wracked majestical ships,</div> - <div class="verse">The planks where the feet of the sea-captains and the ship-boys stood.</div> - <div class="verse">Their eyes grow silent and dark, their gnarled bodies swing</div> - <div class="verse">Like trees that are stript in a wind; they go mad with moon and stars,</div> - <div class="verse">Murmuring songs like water, and beating their hands as they sing</div> - <div class="verse">Of how they are fled far off from the foam of tides and the handling of bars.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">60</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="L_A_G_STRONG"></a><i>L. A. G. STRONG</i></h2> -(<i><small>WADHAM</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="THE_MAD_MAN"></a>THE MAD MAN</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">I think</span> I'll do a fearful deed</div> - <div class="verse">Of wickedness and cruelty,</div> - <div class="verse">And then, if Father Walsh speaks truth,</div> - <div class="verse">Jesus will weep a tear for me,</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">And I will catch it in my hat</div> - <div class="verse">Just here outside my cabin door:</div> - <div class="verse">And put it on my little field</div> - <div class="verse">Where nothing ever grew before.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">And it will sprout so fine and brave,</div> - <div class="verse">That lovely birds with yellow bills</div> - <div class="verse">Will come to peck my crowded corn</div> - <div class="verse">From all the Seven Holy Hills.</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">61</span></p> - -<h3><a name="THE_BAIT-DIGGERS_SON"></a>THE BAIT-DIGGER'S SON</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">Aye</span>, there's many a man does be drownded,</div> - <div class="verse">An' carried a middling way:</div> - <div class="verse">But never the like o' me brother</div> - <div class="verse">Was floated from Dublin to Bray.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">An' him only two days in it—</div> - <div class="verse">Sure ye'd hardly believe it at all:</div> - <div class="verse">But it's God's truth. He went down fishing</div> - <div class="verse">One night from the North Wall.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">What way was it? There's none knows rightly—</div> - <div class="verse">He was there one turn o' the light,</div> - <div class="verse">An' when next it came round he was no place:</div> - <div class="verse">An' no sign of him till next night,</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">When two men out o' Coliemore Harbour,</div> - <div class="verse">Rowin' back from the fishin' ground,</div> - <div class="verse">Seen him floatin' by on his belly</div> - <div class="verse">Down the middle o' Dalkey Sound:</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">But they didn't dare stop for to get him,</div> - <div class="verse">For the boat was a heavy weight,</div> - <div class="verse">An' the wind was strong, an' the current</div> - <div class="verse">Was runnin' the divil's own gate.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">62</span></div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">An' he crossed the Bay o' Killiney;</div> - <div class="verse">Till next mornin', at twelve o' the clock,</div> - <div class="verse">They found him all swelled an' puffy,</div> - <div class="verse">At Bray, in the slit of a rock.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"> - -<hr class="tb" /></div> -</div><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">Aye, there's many a man does be drownded,</div> - <div class="verse">An' carried a middling way:</div> - <div class="verse">But never the like o' me brother</div> - <div class="verse">Was floated from Dublin to Bray.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">63</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="D_E_A_WALLACE"></a><i>D. E. A. WALLACE</i></h2> -(<i><small>SOMERVILLE</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="SONNET_IN_CONTEMPT_OF_DEATH"></a>SONNET IN CONTEMPT OF DEATH</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">When</span> I consider some day wanton Death</div> - <div class="verse">With sudden hand ungently laid above</div> - <div class="verse">The heart of her, my softly-sleeping love,</div> - <div class="verse">Shall fright away her sweet and rhythmic breath;</div> - <div class="verse">Shall quell the colour in her flower-face,</div> - <div class="verse">Inevitable and unheralded</div> - <div class="verse">As frosts in May that strike the blossom dead—</div> - <div class="verse">Shall quench her eyes, transfix her dreaming grace;</div> - <div class="verse">When I consider that her limbs shall be</div> - <div class="verse">Set stiffly in a strong rigidity;</div> - <div class="verse">That by-and-by her flesh shall fall away,</div> - <div class="verse">Unsightly in a horrible decay,</div> - <div class="verse">Then do I laugh, despite my catching breath—</div> - <div class="verse">A piteous fool, a sad, blind fool is Death!</div> -</div></div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">64</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /></div> - -<div class="chapter"><div class="name-container"> -<div class="name"><h2 class="h2name"><a name="LEO_WARD"></a><i>LEO WARD</i></h2> -(<i><small>CHRIST CHURCH</small></i>) -</div></div> - - -<h3><a name="THE_LAST_COMMUNION"></a>THE LAST COMMUNION</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse"><span class="smcap xl">There</span> is a time wherein eternity</div> - <div class="verse">Takes rest upon the world: King Charity</div> - <div class="verse">Bow'd to our fallen state: the God of Grace</div> - <div class="verse">Made visible upon a human face:—</div> - <div class="verse">When the deep harmony, the eternal Word,</div> - <div class="verse">The unfallen Wisdom (only love has heard!)</div> - <div class="verse">Touches the troubled body, bruised and hard</div> - <div class="verse">With the long fight, yet now set heavenward:—</div> - <div class="verse">When the deep argument of souls must cease,</div> - <div class="verse">Dying—to meet the victory of peace!</div> -</div></div></div> -</div> - -<p class="center space-above"><span class="xs">BILLING AND SONS, LTD., - PRINTERS, GUILDFORD, ENGLAND </span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="transnote"> -<h3>Transcriber's Notes</h3> - -<p>Obvious typographical errors have been silently corrected, other -variations in spelling, accents and punctuation are as in the original.</p> - -<p>In the original, the poems each started with a dropped capital initial -letter. 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