Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Victor B . Neuburg . A LOST SPIRIT . ( The Spirit seeks re-incarnation .) | PASS by darkened windy ways , 1 Through bog and dripping heather ; I flash before the silver rays The moon holds tight together . I sing beneath the waning moon ; An ancient god -forgotten rune Springs to my lips to taste , and soon The way behind with light is strewn. O silent city silver - lit, O rainy roads reflecting Tall houses where the old ghosts fit , Their shadows thin projecting Across my path — the street lamps glare Before my soft eyes everywhere . Ah ! men forget my face is fair , The tangled glory of my hair . O sobbing wind ! O hedges dark ! 0 hills bereft and lonely ! They ' ve snatched the hidden boundary - mark , And left the ruins only . Dimly the flickering shadows stray Across the lonely hillside way : Why should I weep and howl and pray ? They sleep , and wait the empty day . 149