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…; In picture or in music set it forth ; I may suggest and lighten — that is all . Before the poet 's eye there ever floats A vision of a Land of Heart 's Desire Utopia , Atlantis , Tir - nam - Og , Call it what name you will — where one escapes The ugliness and sordidness of life . In mathematics I have found a land Which jealousy and meanness cannot reach ; A land of ample sweep and vast expanse ; Lifeless and cold indeed , but beautiful With the calm beauty of the Buddhist 's heaven ." And then he spoke of strength , Of the keen sense of powe…
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Richard Buxton . THE GREY LAND. "HERE was a man who loved a wood so well , 1 Each separate tree , each flower and climbing weed , That at the last he thither went to dwell And mix himself with all those quiet things . Then gradually left him thought and deed Till dead were all his soul 's imaginings . So, day by day , All his own being gently flowed away And left him mixed indeed With flower and climbing weed With them in summer green , in autumn grey . So the grey country draws me till I go And make surrender of myself again ; The misty hill ,…
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…FORD . FIRST LIGHT. A HARBOUR light in a storm , m A well in a waste of sand , A beacon light on a hopeless night , A friend in an alien land . A twilight flush in the East, A star in a clouded sky , A loyal blade for a cause betrayed , A breath from an age gone by . Sweet in a loveless world , Pure in a tainted air, Oh, who could see and not worship thee ? Lose thee and not despair ? 212
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Dermot Freyer . *WAR IN THE BALKANS . [ RE the snows lie sleek On the moorland grasses Grey guns shall speak In the mountain passes . Grey guns shall bay , Grey clouds come over Wild wood and way Where the vultures hover . And down in the plain , Where the earth lies under Vineyard and grain , Grey guns shall thunder . And many a lad Streets gay with bunting Shall go forth glad , As a hound to the hunting . Shall leave the land And the plough - team 's labour , And take to his hand White lance and sabre .
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James Elroy Flecker . THE MASTER OF THE CARAVAN Open the gate, O watchman of the night ! 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 jour…
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…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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…home ? Your sails are spell and magic Of black blotched upon red, Your wing's shape is fantastic And witchly strange your head . Is your land among orchids Where strange petals ensnare ? Are your dominions hundreds Which no adventurers dare ? Is your sea in the air light ? Your colours are they rays ? Your sailors girt for flower fight ? Your shoals a flowery maze ? Your masts are they the grass heads ? Your guns are they the boom Of insects in the marsh beds Where day light wars with gloom ? 123
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JOHN ALFORD , THE SINGERS. THERE 'S a mist on the land , low Aying O' er cottage and meadow and pen , And a wind in the eaves is crying From over the fen . Fallen the treasure of beeches And naked the tangle of thorn , And the bare boughs make sad speeches And sighings forlorn . There 's death in the marshes reeking And death in the arm of the air , And our hearths to the mists are leaking And no warmth there . Sweet ye bards was the singing Of magical numbers ye made When summer her bounty was Ainging O’ er forest and glade . And we hearing fo…
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John Presland . Mortal pain and mortal doubt, Shades of misery , And she turned her round about , Facing from the sea. In his hand her hand she laid , As to land they turned , And her hand of sea -foam made . 'Neath his fingers burned . On they went, then , he and she , Walking towards the East ! And her sisters of the sea Their bewailing ceased . As it paled towards the dawn, From the light they filed ; But she laughed with joy new - born , " Is this life ? ” she said . There was labour of the day , Dust upon her feet , Scorching of the shadel…
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Norman Davey . Far from life and land , unnumbered ships - enmeshed while sailors slumbered Glide in dripping weed encumbered to that magic, tragic main : While from out the sunset sheening , sounds a song of bitter meaning , Waking all the intervening oceans with its sad refrain . As your gallant ships go sailing - 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 w…
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F . W. Stokoe . *THREE SONGS TO FIDELIO . F you will meet me where the moon 1 Is quiet on the moorland reaches , Or in the shade of dappled glade Beneath the haunted beeches If you will wait, О faery boy , I will not linger. So wave your hand from Faery Land And beckon with your finger . “ Awake ! Awake! ” I hear you cry . And now your reedy pipes are shrill Far , far away , beyond the day , Beyond the Faery Hill . But wait , but wait , О faery boy , I come by height and hollow . For now I hear your music clear Cry : “ Follow ! Follow ! Follow …
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…INVITATION AU VOYAGE . ( From Four Poems for Children .) DUT on your coat and come to my boat, 1 And I 'll row you away with me Till the land and the day are both far away And the night looks over the sea ; And the dim moonlight will show you a sight That only at night can be The lights that glow and glitter below When the dark is over the sea. And I shall row where the moonbeams throw A streak across the sea , And we'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 …
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…uty , and the rose Half hidden in your hair . There is the night : unseen I stand And look to seaward still : We would not look upon the land Again , had I my will .
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…ees Await not in some nether depth of time The reinsurgence of their reign of sleep , When men shall hail them once again with joy A new land watching o' er the unknown sea . 127
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… , 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 his solitude . Then as your sorcery declines Elaborate your pomp the more , So shall your gorgeous new designs Crow…
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…o God ? The hills are ordered in due ranks , The stars depart not from their course , The mighty rivers keep their banks Strength of the land and ocean - force Swing to each other equipoised , The space each yields to each restored , Hear ye not in their margins noised The rhythmic praises of the Lord ? All beasts that grow from dust at last Give back to dust the growth they got , Yet gender ere their time be past Seed of their kind that faileth not ; And man who ponders , who repeats Songs which the mind of God rehearse , Sprung from the dust …
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…to iron shade , And stir the chill canal with manifold Rays of clear morning ; never grow afraid When he dips down beyond the far , flat land , Know never more the day 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 , T…
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H . 0 . Meredith . How should the world or sea or land The senseless grass , the unthinking beast , Reach up to God ? How understand What links the greatest with the least ? Or how should God , who throws afar Time 's weft across the warp of space , Who communes not with any star , Nor the sun 's radiance finds his face , Stoop and observe a spinning ball His hand in one slight moment twirled , Half idly sundering from the All That last least particle , the world ? Man 's flesh is rooted in the ground , Whose mind , yet , reaching up the sky Fa…
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…rive where never mortal shall attain And still be fooled in laughter and in tears , Is more than human pain . I followed ever , where by land and sea Vanishing lovely shapes have haunted me , Swift touches , sounds , and gleams Hints of a perfect splendour , that must be Your very self , as tender as my dreams , As rapturous and free . The spell of loveliness on wood and hill Is yours , and morning happiness , and still , Unfathomed bliss of night , And seasons moving at their various will : The cup no human thirst can drain outright , No god c…
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… 't, though they laid me deep , - . I' ve waked and watched , year in year out , The living people walk about. When I was living in this land I found them hard to understand ; And now I'm dead I often lie Wondering whether they ' re mad , or I. I like the rain and wind and trees And birds and flowers and cows and bees , Who work and play and make no lies To prove that they are good and wise . I like the children best of all And watch them playing till nightfall ; And when they ' ve left me , Jimmy dear , I feel so awful lonely here ." Jimmy ope…