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1913 · PDF PAGE 71

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…y and night apart , Know not where frost has laid his iron hand Save only that it fastens on my heart ; Save only that it grips with icy fire These veins no fire of hell could satiate ; Save only that it quenches this desire . Let me pass out beyond the city gate . THE ROSICRUCIAN . SEE the centuries wax and wane , I know their mysteries of pain , The secrets of the living fire , The key of life : I live : I reign : For I am master of desire . Silent , I pass amid the folk Caught in its mesh , slaves to its yoke . Silent , unknown , I work and …

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1913 · PDF PAGE 21

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

… vanished And wan is the winter 's brow , 0 let not songs be banished From your lips now , For we have need of your voices , Need of the fire of your lays, When none but the prophet rejoices Who counts not the days. Arise ye bards, that ye quicken The pulse of our soul, that the strong In your music be stronger , the stricken Take heart in your song ! HOAR FROST. AIRIES in the night have been , T With the moon alone to see , And about the ivy's green Wrought a silver filigree ; Bound the jasmin to the wall With a flimsy , flashing wire ; Turned…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 170

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Victor B. Neuburg . A MUSIC PICTURE . (Written while music was being played .) DALING fires of instant blue 1 Throb the lower heavens through ; In the higher God is fire . Green the calling of the hills ; Silver -noted sing the rills ; In the paling east doth rise All the fire that flames and dies ; In the glowing west is set The banner of the lost regret ; In the midst betwixt the skies God looks through the clouds and dies . Lying on a bank of green , All the grey is clearest seen ; All my floating thoughts arise To the place where God still …

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1913 · PDF PAGE 25

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…n 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 joy to such a height , Scattering delight in such swift shakes , Lending desire such subtle wings All this the simple wood and strings With human hand to guide it, makes . What sounds should I, so complex more , Constructed with such artifice , So full of wonder and device…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 182

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…d , She was proud of her handsome lad , And he of her wide gold hair . He was merely a yokel lad , But his heart was a passionate rising fire , And his hallo along the rolling wold Was a sound to make the sun aspire , And the summer mend and hold . But a gallant sergeant came at length . He spoke to her lad ; “ You 'll lend your heart To a stirring deed , to a stalwart part , The country 's low for lack of strength , And of men that care to smart .” Oh what could a lad whose heart was fire , And what could a lass whose heart was fond , Yea he m…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 118

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

… and long , His eyes would pierce me yet , alive with song . It has been so: and never did I doubt His word that lakeside morning by the fire ; First battle ; then the song of them that shout ! Go quickly , lad ; they come to lead me out . 99

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1913 · PDF PAGE 103

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…d bred in Gloucestershire , I walked in Hellas years ago With friends in white attire : And I remember how my soul Drank wine as pure as fire. And when I stand by Charing Cross I can forget to hear The crash of all the smoking wheels , When those cold flutes and clear Pipe with such fury down the street , My hands grow 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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1913 · PDF PAGE 116

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

… white shining of the Host When held in folds of blue, God lifts to -night the moon 's pale ghost To make old blessings new . A thousand fire- flies star His way , A thousand candle - lights ; Earth lit by other every day Can light her Lord at nights . Tall palms rear stately heads to grace The coming of the King , Incense to smoke before his face A thousand flowers bring . And all the world , as Eden was , Is hushed in holy fear , Only small creatures shrill because God holds them very dear . For earth 's an altar ; Golgotha Forbids to flee th…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 82

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

… contemplate The unsubstantial space , Move with my lips the laws of Fate That bind earth 's carapace ? No angel, but the very light And fire and spirit of Her, Unmitigated , eremite , The unmanifested myrrh , Ocean , and night that is not night, The mother -mediator .

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1913 · PDF PAGE 65

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…LEGE , CAMBRIDGE . THINK the souls of many men are here Among these cloisters , underneath the spire That the moon silvers with magnetic fire ; But not a moon -ray is it, that so clear Shines on the pavement ; for a voice of fear It hath , unless it be the breeze that mocks My ear, and waves his old majestic locks About his head . There fell upon my ear ; “ O soul contemplative of distant things , Who hast a poet 's heart , even if thy pen Be dry and barren , who dost hold love dear , Speed forth this message on the fiery wings Of stinging song…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 83

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…mes crowned and conquering . An angel stands on my right hand With strength of ocean 's wrath ; Upon my left the fiery brand , Charioted fire , smites forth ; Four great archangels to withstand The furies of the path .

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1913 · PDF PAGE 104

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…n the Gloucester lanes My friends are deaf and blind : Fast as they turn their foolish eyes The Mænads leap behind , And when I hear the fire - winged feet , They only hear the wind .

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1913 · PDF PAGE 112

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…rs to -night, Back to the world 's impulsive dawn When first Atlantis knew the light. Great Cities of the men of old , I saw them all in fire of gold . There , many a climbing minaret Lay mirrored in the dreaming sea With strangely precious carvings set In chrysoprase and ebony , And metals , wrought in fashions fair Of filagree as light as air . The streets were full of cheerful noise ; Princes and burghers passed me by , And grave philosophers , and boys , And maidens with reluctant eye . And every robe was brightly kissed With green , and go…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 40

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

… robed and bright ( Still scribbling all ); And a full tumultuous murmur of wings , Grew through the hall ; And I knew the white undying Fire , And , through open portals , Gyre on gyre , Archangels and angels , adoring , bowing , And a Face unshaded . .. Till the light faded ; And they were but fools again , fools unknowing , Still scribbling , blear - eyed and stolid immortals .

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1913 · PDF PAGE 29

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

E N . da C. Andrade . * FRAGMENT. DECAUSE your face is with me in the dark Wrought out in fire and unattainable air, Because the past is with me and despair , Kindling the blackness bright with many a spark Of memory to make me writhe and weep : Because I cannot sleep For thorny to my side is all my bed , And all the night is stubble to my soul , And all my pillow nettles to my head Because my mouth demands a spell to say , And misery demands her lawful toll Of inexpressive words , which I must pay , I set my hands towards you through the gloom…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 34

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

… and the life-long hate Flowered into joy . Scarce heard , his iron gate Clanged - to behind me as I took the road . * FLAME . O NLY the fire of love can fuse and burn This solid world to spirit . But we two Have caught love back by the escaping wing , Therefore shall life be perfect, for our eyes Are opened and our stooping souls stand up Full - statured under the roofless heaven of love .

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1913 · PDF PAGE 169

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

… They call me not to birth - bed throes ; Invoke me not with gold and rose ; The summer wanes , the summer grows , They call me not from fire or snows . I linger by the cottage - door When twilight sings of sorrow ; I Ait around the gorse - strewn moor , And all the gold I borrow . But in mine eyes my doom is set , Yea ! in their golden - glooming fret Is woven the divine regret , And ah ! my birth - time is not yet . 150

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1913 · PDF PAGE 72

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…d the hour . Aloof , alone , unloved , I stand With love and worship in my hand . I commune with the Gods ; I wait Their summons , and I fire the brand . I speak their Word ; and there is Fate . 53

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1913 · PDF PAGE 137

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…. Yet child of God , man greatly shares Each thought each passion of his sire , And all the brash of earthly cares Consumes in elemental fire . 118

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1913 · PDF PAGE 194

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…ant pole . For Beauty with her hands that beckon Is but the Prophet of a Higher, A flaming and ephemeral beacon , A Phoenix perishing by fire . Herself from us herself estranges , Herself her mighty tale doth kill , That all things change yet nothing changes , That all things move yet all are still . 175

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