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1913 · PDF PAGE 231

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

ESME WINGFIELD -STRATFORD . 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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1913 · PDF PAGE 82

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Aleister Crowley . For secret symbols on my brow , And secret thoughts within , Compel eternity to Now , Draw the Infinite within . Light is extended . I and Thou Are as they had not been . So on my head the light is one, Unity manifest ; A star more splendid than the sun Burns, for my crowned crest : Burns as the murmuring orison Of waters in the west. What angel from the silver gate Flames to my fierier face ? What angel, as I contemplate The unsubstantial space , Move with my lips the laws of Fate That bind earth 's carapace ? No angel, but …

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1913 · PDF PAGE 98

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…silver dové descends I find the little flower of friends Whose very name that sweetly ends I say when I have said , Yasmin . The morning light is clear and cold : I dare not in that light behold A whiter light , a deeper gold , a glory too far shed , Yasmin . But when the deep red eye of day is level with the lone highway And some to Meccah turn to pray , and I toward thy bed , Yasmin ; Or when the wind beneath the moon is drifting like Or when coul aswood tas talk 1 And harping Planets talk love 's tune with milky wings outspread , Yasmin ; Gi…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 223

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

OLWEN WARD. SONG . I OVE with light step passes , And returns not ever As wind among the grasses, As wind upon a river . The grasses lean and listen Where the wind has beckoned , Stoop and sway and glisten For a fleeting second . Only one, in token Of that light-foot lover, Only one is broken And the rest recover. So Love comes and passes , As the wind comes , shaking Lightly many grasses, And one only breaking . 204

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1913 · PDF PAGE 215

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

… 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 -plaintive sound , Whispering back our grief within our ears . Then gather of your pain the ripened sheaf Turn to the living — they need all your tears . * THE DIFFERENCE . IF ever thou didst turn aside 1 O…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 142

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…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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1913 · PDF PAGE 173

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

… is itself but a dream , There is no end save the song, and song is the end ; And here with a sheaf of songs bareheaded I stand, And the light is fled from mine eyes, and the sword from my hand Is fallen ; the years have left me a fool, and the gleam Is vanished from life, and the swift years sear me and rend . There is no end save the song , and the joy in the singing , And song alone may relieve the shadowy pain . I am weary even of song , and the lyre is cold , And my heart is lead , and the world seems very old . Dusk falls on the earth , a…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 41

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…Y , 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 with stretched arms and empty eyes on t…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 112

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…eams, my soul was backward drawn 1 A thousand thousand years 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 ey…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 40

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…nd 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 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 bu…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 73

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Aleister Crowley . I know no happiness , no pain , No swift emotion , no disdain , No pity ; but the boundless light Of the Eternal Love, unslain , Flows through me to redeem the night . Mine is a sad slow life ; but I , I would not gain release and die A moment ere my task be done . To falter now were treachery , I should not dare to greet the sun ! Yet in one hour I dare not hope, The mighty gate of Life may ope , And call me upwards to unite (Even my soul within the scope ) With That Unutterable Light. Steady of purpose , girt with Truth , I…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 77

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

… on lone Earth descendent , To view the absence of yon flame afar Yet in the Heavens , anew , divine , resplendent , Behold a star ! One light the less , that steady flamed and even Amid the dusk of Earth 's uncertain shore ; One light the less , but in Jehovah 's Heaven One star the more ! THE CHALLENGE . TOW your grey eyes are filled with tears ; Your hands are trembling in my own ; The low voice falls upon my own ears , An undulating monotone . Your lips are gathered up to mine ; Your bosom heaves with fearful breath ; 58

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1913 · PDF PAGE 59

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Amy K . Clarke . Light could not veil it, Nor darkness dim , Flesh but receive it Vision of Him . Deep sunk His answer , The Word that sufficed Out of her Body Cometh His Christ .

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1913 · PDF PAGE 97

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

… HOURS . | ROSE from dreamless hours and sought the morn 1 That beat upon my window : from the sill I watched sweet lands , where Autumn light new - born Swayed through the trees and lingered on the hill . If things so lovely are , why labour still To 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 . 7…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 131

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…wander naked , cold , and blind ; Leave me no longer in the night : Pity the creature of thy mind : Give back the warmth , give back the light . A thousand , thousand years of time I drank men 's blood , I drew their thought : Dwelt in an ecstasy sublime , And what I would superbly wrought . And man that made me , weeting not The thing he fashioned did believe Himself the creature , his the lot And mine the power his lot to give . Give back the genial warmth once more Of living blood from living veins , The incomparable light restore The living…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 174

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…a Lune . Ballade Argentée .) OH lustrous Lady of the luminous lake, Moving in magic mazes through the trees The sombre , swaying trees — light-lady , take A moment's murmurings ; heart -harmonies That break my breast : I kneel before thy knees , All humbly hesitant ; the silver shoon I crave to kiss make molten melodies To the Slow Nocturne of the Rising Moon . Oh lustrous Lady, for thy shadow 's sake Is slain my slumber, ended all my ease ; I dream at dawn , nor with the wild birds wake To dulcet day ; marred are mine images Of lost low lands …

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1913 · PDF PAGE 145

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Constantine Michaelides . Yet light as maidens in a flower starred -dell They plunged their gnarled hands in the moss-hushed earth And spread their branches each to each in dance As of a host enchanted , seeming still To taunt with strange expectancy of life And foil with runic mystery of trees . Wild beasts Aled to the forest glades , whose peace Seemed as a haven on a cliff-bound coast, Smiling a sunlit smile within the rift Of sombre leaf -surged beeches , or of pines Stern -trunked and straight as spears of ancient work , Sky-piercing , gro…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 107

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

… In the garden gloom The white chysanthemums Out- loom . Like balls of snow , From dusk till dawn , Still as tapers they glow , Flooding light on the lawn .

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1913 · PDF PAGE 143

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Constantine Michaelides . Are you the toy of air light ? Have you no helm to steer ? A derelict each air sprite To every wind can veer ? Can your guns slay no slayer ? Your sailors hoist no sail ? Have you no magic sayer To conjure up a gale ? Is the orchid flower your magnet ? The waving grass your rope ? Is fickleness your signet ? Your only harbour Hope ? Oh Admiral , Red Admiral, On what sea do you sail ? What wind doth strain your creaking masts ? And whither drives the gale ? 124

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1913 · PDF PAGE 176

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

GERALD H . S. PINSENT . THE ORGAN IN KING 'S CHAPEL , CAMBRIDGE . THEN silence , and the veil of light is raised And darkness seen behind. Now softly sound The Angels ' herald -trumpets , calling round Thunders and mighty winds and powers amazed . Now laden with the spirit of man 's hand There bursts an awful clarion -shout , and brings Strange whispering and rushing of strange wings Battling , and furtive secrets of command . Down from the height and up from the abyss Are swept dominion , power, angel, throne , For unimaginable ends, and hiss …

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