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Aelfrida Tillyard . *LOVE NOT THE DEAD O'ERMUCH . I OVE not the dead o'ermuch . You hold them here When, king-like they should come into their own , And , in some spirit -mother's womb resown, Be sons of life , sans darkness and sans fear . But, as in sombre waters of a mere , The stars their image from afar drop down , The dead shall light your soul, the dead whose crown Makes up the light of every starry sphere . But know , when e' er the dead can hear our grief They linger all our barren earth around , And touch us with the wind's too -plain…
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…dream of something more than this I see ? Do I remember tales of Galilee , I who have slain my faith , and freed my will ? Let me forget dead faith , dead mystery , Dead thoughts of things I cannot comprehend . Enough the light mysterious in the tree , Enough the friendship of my chosen friend . 78
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E . N . DA C . ANDRADE. * THE VIOLIN . IF there be soul in wood and strings 1 To humour thus the quiet night , If matter dead so strives , and sings Such glory, with such transitory , Spontaneous , tremulous sounds attesting , With cadences like rose leaves shed When keen sweet winds disperse delight, Radiance revealing, rising , resting , Declining , drooping , dying, dead . Impetuous to rise again Like fire , like wild fire 's flaming flakes , Like high -hurled spray on moon - lit main , Like a fountain throwing liquid light , Bearing such jo…
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… Echo of that tearful paean wails its everlasting plea Ever calling , ever crying of those countless vessels lying , Burdened with their dead and dying - prisoned in a pallid sea .
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…ss by the dune , And deep into the forest dell , And moanest for thy tune . Oh match thee with the birchen bark , And let thy feet touch dead , dead leaves , And gaze thou in yon stream that grieves , To see thine eyes so sad , so dark , And thine hair like golden sheaves . 164
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… . I think that that sad look of yours to -day .. . I think the souls of many men are here I walked with Maisie long years back I who am dead a thousand years .. . 46 75 Jimmy Price was twelve, and played ... Just now the lilac is in bloom ... ... 50 88 97 214 Larches all green and chestnuts hardly white Last night the God of bitter dread ... Let me pass out beyond the city gate Like balls of snow Like the white shining of the Host ... Little don Perkins Lo, from quiet skies . Look above, look below , look around on every side .. Look down , O …
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… Open the doors of Infinity ; bring forth The golden cups and pour the kindling wine. So shall we drink and see , with hearts made wise, Dead rocks and metals tense with whirling life ; Rivers and seas and meres and the streaming winds Sure, ceremonial, move to the pulse of change : Yea , Spirit shall see how from the teeming earth Waving trees and the beautiful lives of flowers Flicker like tongues of flame ; Shall see how man , the bright untameable spirit , Leaps and aspires and burns upward for ever , A quivering flame , beyond the flaming …
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JAMES ELROY FLECKER TO A POET A THOUSAND YEARS HENCE . I WHO am dead a thousand years , 1 And wrote this sweet archaic song , Send you my words for messengers The way I shall not pass along . I care not if you bridge the seas, Or ride secure the cruel sky, Or build consummate palaces Of metal or of masonry . But have you wine and music still And statues and a bright - eyed love, And foolish thoughts of good and ill, And prayers to them who sit above ? How shall we conquer ? Like a wind That falls at eve , our fancies blow , And old Maeonides th…
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…moist with fear . And there 's a hall in Bloomsbury No more I dare to tread , For all the stone men shout at me , And swear they are not dead ; And once I touched a broken girl And knew that marble bled .
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…elds are bare ; the hills , Still barer in the gray , Stand stark , and silence fills The empty , useless day , Silent , save for rain , Dead , save for pain . And the weary , changeless sea With spiritless white foam Lies level as a lea Under the empty dome : No life on sea or earth ; A cold , slow dearth . But the swallows cry in the rain , And a gull that floats on the sea , Cries out and cries out again , In listless monotony . And the wind cries and cries , And never dies . 153
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…s standing there by the old tombstone; And now poor Mary must play alone." So Jimmy Price went home to bed, And Mary joined the restless dead . THE MAD MAGICIAN . BUILT a palace , high up in air, Tower and gallery , hall and stair . 1 Marble I wrought in, iron and gold . Ever and ever this house will hold . When I had made it fair and strong I set it drifting the wind along While I went seeking by hall and stair , Sure of finding my darling there . 185
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… the tree, Happened in 1743 . Now , as Jimmy plays alone, All his pretty fellows gone Home to supper , home to bed , Mary rises from the dead. Just her very self again Mary rises , prim and plain . Jimmy, scared to death almost, Shut his eyes to hide the ghost . Mary cried to him : “ Never fear , I won 't hurt you , Jimmy dear : It's only Mary , poor Mary Ford , Tired of resting in the Lord . 182
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…Brooke . DAY THAT I HAVE LOVED . TENDERLY , day that I have loved , I close your eyes, And smooth your quiet brow , and fold your thin , dead hands. The grey veils of the half -light deepen ; colour dies . I bear you , a light burden , to the shrouded sands , Where lies your waiting boat, by wreaths of the seas making Mist -garlanded , with all grey weeds of the water crowned . There you 'll be laid , past fear of sleep or hope of waking ; And over the unmoving sea , without a sound , Faint hands will row you outward , out beyond our sight , Us…
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…; Wrecked and rotting, foul and fettered ; we who once were fair and free ; Hope was long ago discarded : all our crews and captains are dead Sepulchred and see - weed guarded in the dark Sargasso Sea .
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…g - blocks acreaking , log atrailing , Can 't you hear us wailing , wailing ? Will you never , never heed Us , who lie with mate and man dead - sailless , rudderless and stranded Ever firmly , foully banded , bound with bleak Sargasso weed ? " Flound ' ring in a foetid ocean - windless , tideless , ' reft of motion ; Nightly - while a ghostly glow shone round the drift - weeds filigree : Daily - while the sun shone sickly through the mists , that shrouded thickly All those vessels rotting quickly in the foul , Sargasso Sea .
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…ll follow the streak on the waters bleak To see what the end may be ; For it may be the home where the dreams come from , Or it may be a dead city , Or a great rock wall , or nothing at all But a streak across the sea . 36
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H . O. Meredith . I took the dead god by the hand , I filled his nostrils with my breath , I watched the sunken face expand , I watched the life creep back from death , I made him lord of earth and men And ruler over sea and air , Within my heart I loosed again The faint and frozen springs of prayer . II . Now as God waxed so I did wane , For through the dim millennial years Back to the utter source of pain He bore me surfeited with tears . Swift from the present , back through time , Swifter than spears the keen sun throws , He bore and set me…
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… IS A CHAOS THRONED ABOVE THE THRONE .” AST night the God of bitter dread Who shadowed my forgotten years, The God I struck and left for dead When hate had grown above my fears , Came drifting back from farthest space , From ghosts of gods and ghosts of men , And found me in the haunted place Where he and I were lonely then . So small and weak he looked to me I said : “ Is this the God I knew ? Is this the ancient enemy Whose car the imps of horror drew ? 111
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…," the dear domestic nest , The secret , splendid , common paradise . The strangest joys are not the loveliest : Passion far - sought is dead when it is found , But love that 's born of intimate common things Cries with a voice of splendour , with a sound That over stranger feeling shakes and rings . The better love , the higher ecstasy Lie in the intimate touch of you and me . * SONG . M Y heart is like a meadow ! Where clouds go over , Dappling the mingled grass and clover With mingled sun and shadow , With light that will not stay And shade …
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…Yasmin ; Give me thy love , O burning bright ! For one night or the other night Will come the Gardener in White and gathered flowers are dead , Yasmin !