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… THE WOMEN O turn your eyes to where your children stand . Is not Bagdad the beautiful ? O stay ! THE MERCHANTS ( in chorus) We take the Golden Road to Samarkand . AN OLD MAN Have you not girls and garlands in your homes , Eunuchs and Syrian boys at your command ? Seek not excess : God hateth him who roams ! THE MERCHANTS (in chorus) We make the golden journey to Samarkand. A PILGRIM WITH A BEAUTIFUL VOICE Sweet to ride forth at evening from the wells When shadows pass gigantic on the sand, And softly through the silence beat the bells Along th…
1913 · PDF PAGE 188
Sarojini Naidu . GOLDEN CASSIA . O BRILLIANT blossoms that strew my way, You are only woodland flowers , they say. But I sometimes think that perchance you are Fragments of some new -fallen star ; Or golden lamps for a fairy shrine , Or golden pitchers for fairy wine . Perchance you are , O frail and sweet ! Bright anklet - bells from the wild spring 's feet ? Or the gleaming tears that some fair bride shed Remembering her lost maidenhead . But now , in the memoried dusk you seem The glimmering ghosts of a byegone dream . 169
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…THE WATCHMAN Ho, travellers, I open. For what land Leave you the dim - moon city of delight ? THE MERCHANTS ( with a shout ) We make the golden journey to Samarkand . [ The Caravan passes through the gate .] THE WATCHMAN ( consoling the women ) What would ye , ladies ? It was ever thus . Men are unwise and curiously planned . A WOMAN They have their dreams , and do not think of us . VOICES OF THE CARAVAN ( in the distance , singing ) We make the golden journey to Samarkand .
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Martin D . Armstrong . Bore pyramids of fruit in golden bowls, Or, heaped on shining salvers ; others poured Rich wines and syrops ; others set on poles Torches of frankincense that shed abroad A curling fragrance down the corridors. Flowers wreathed the beams and porches , showering From marble balconies, until the floors Were drifted deep with petals . And the King Sat in the midst and let the jewels stream Between his fingers , till, in that domain Utopian , Truth and Fear became a dream , And he took comfort to his heart again . EXODUS . W …
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F . W . Stokoe . Pipe me your golden notes Of noonday sound , Luring the sunny motes In magic round Where summer quiet floats In glooms spell-bound. Calling clear and calling low, Deeper down the woods you go, Piping soft and piping slow . Pipe me the call at last That is for me : Sudden and soaring fast And stooping free , Over the hills it passed Beside the sea . Calling , calling , wild and sweet Whither went no mortal feet , Piping soft and piping fleet . 181
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…atford ; Messrs . Lynwood and Co ., for two poems from “ Exodus " by Martin D . Armstrong ; and Mr. Max Goschen for two poems from “ The Golden Journey to Samarkand ” by J. Elroy Flecker . My apologies are due to all poets , specimens of whose work ought to have been included in the anthology — there must be many such ; and to any editors or publishers whose kindness I may have inadvertently omitted to acknowledge. AELFRIDA TILLYARD . Cambridge , June, 1913.
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Martin D. Armstrong . 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 …
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Frances Cornford . YOUTH . A YOUNG Apollo , golden -haired, Stands dreaming on the verge of strife , Magnificently unprepared For the long littleness of life . THE CERTAIN KNOT OF PEACE . SO , my proud soul , so you , whose shining force Had galloped with me to eternity , Stand now , appealing like a tired horse : Unharness me . O passionate world ; O faces of my friends ! O half - grasped meanings , intricate and deep ! Sudden , as with a child , the tumult ends , Silenced by sleep . PRE - EXISTENCE . I LAID me down upon the shore And dreamed …
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…ENTEM . A LINNET who had lost her way n Sang on a blackened bough in Hell, Till all the ghosts remembered well The trees , the wind, the golden day . At last they knew that they had died When they heard music in that land , And someone there stole forth a hand To draw a brother to his side .
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…ny which could not cease . So instant did contentment seem I could not think it all a dream . But ah , the joy my spirit won Fled as the golden vision passed . The children of my dream are gone : A thousand ages hold them fast. The continent that used to be Is hidden in the purple sea . * BIRTH . CHE who gives birth in woe Forgets her pain at morn , Joyful to know A man is born . And all her senses sing That from her blood and bone New life should spring, New , yet her own.
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…ite on a throne or guarded in a cave There lives a prophet who can understand Why men were born : but surely we are brave , Who make the golden journey to Samarkand . THE CHIEF MERCHANT We gnaw the nail of hurry . Master , away !
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… Before Dawn " Constable , London HUGH OWEN MEREDITH , King's. " Week -day Poems" Edward Arnold , London SAROJINI NAIDU , Girton . " The Golden Threshold " William Heineman , London " The Bird of Time " William Heineman , London VICTOR NEUBURG , Trinity. " The Green Garland " The Young Cambridge Press, Bedford “ The Triumph of Pan " The Equinox , London JOHN PRESLAND ” Girton . " Joan of Arc " Simpkin Marshall & Co ., London “ Mary Queen of Scots " Chatto & Windus " The Deluge," etc . Chatto & Windus “ Manin and the Defence of Venice ". Chatto …
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…aisher , London “ In Lavender Covers ": Henry J. Glaisher , London J. E. FLECKER , Gonville and Caius . “ 42 Poems " Dent , London “ The Golden Journey to Samarkand " Goschen , London G. LEATHEM , St . John 's. “ Song of the Double Star ” David Nutt , London MARJORIE MINES ( née ROLFE ), Newnham . “ Poems " A. C. Fifield , London HAROLD MONRO , Gonville and Caius . “ Poems " Constable , London “ The Evolution of the Soul ” Constable , London “ Judas ” Sampson Low , Marston & Co ., London 224
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James Elroy Flecker . THE GOLDEN JOURNEY TO SAMARKAND . At the Gate of the Sun, Bagdad , in olden time . THE MERCHANTS (together ) WAY, for we are ready to a man ! 1 Our camels sniff the evening and are glad . Lead on, o master of the Caravan : Lead on the Merchant - Princes of Bagdad . THE CHIEF DRAPER Have we not Indian carpets dark as wine , Turbans and sashes , gowns and bows and veils , And broideries of intricate design , And printed hangings in enormous bales ? THE CHIEF GROCER We have rose - candy , we have spikenard , Mastic and terebi…
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…AMINATION . TO ! From quiet skies L In through the window my Lord the Sun ! And my eyes Were dazzled and drunk with the misty gold , The golden glory that drowned and crowned me Eddied and swayed through the room . . . Around me, To left and to right , Hunched figures and old , Dull blear -eyed scribbling fools, grew fair , Ringed round and haloed with holy light. Flame lit on their hair , And their burning eyes grew young and wise , Each as a God , or King of Kings , White robed and bright ( Still scribbling all ); And a full tumultuous murmur…
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… bounds to a vaster sphere , The spirit , through the vision of clouds rifted , Soars quick and clear . We know the dance that hails the golden pinions The sun waves over an awakening earth ; We know the joy that floods the heart 's dominions At true love 's birth . Even so, the mists that roll o' er earth are riven , The spirit flashes forth from mortal sight , And , flaming through the viewless space , is given A robe of light . As when the conqueror Christ burst forth of prison And triumph woke the thunder of the spheres , So broke the soul …
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…RATCLIFFE . FIGURE OF SPEED . L ERE does she sit, her foot upon the wing 11 Of a winged wheel , and in one mighty hand Holding aloft her golden rod of power ; And in the other hand a flaming bar , With spear - like darting jaggéd lightning heads . Her face is like some ancient hero 's face , Far - seeing eyes , and brows , where sleep the thoughts That shall be born in lightnings , and her lips Most smoothly curved , but set too firm that love Should dally with his rosy kisses there . Her corslet clasps her firm and vital breasts , But leaves u…
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…. Puzzle the cattle at the grass And paint your pleasure on their flanks ; Shoot , as the ripe cornfield you pass , A shudder down those golden ranks . On wall and window slant your hand And sidle up the garden stair ; Cherish each flower in all the land With soft encroachments of cool air . Lay your long fingers on the sea And shake your shadow at the sun , Darkly reminding him that he Relieve you when your work is done . Rally your wizardries , and wake A noonday panic cold and rude , Till ' neath the ferns the drowsy snake Is conscious of hi…
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…ht 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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…ea . The sea grows leaden as the sun goes down , The mountains shudder forth their breath in mist , But the highest hill - crest wears a golden crown , So crowned are men who to their dreams may list . O sea , O mountains , make my song to be Mist of the mountains , foam of the sea . O western hills , the cradle of my race , Ye mountains cold , their marriage - bed and shroud , Than yours I'll seek no other wife 's embrace If I may speak your stormy soul aloud . O sea , O mountains , make my song to be Mist of the mountains , foam of the sea . …