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Dermot Freyer . Like balls of snow That in mid air hover , The white chrysanthemums Sway and recover . Like balls of snow Splashed on a wall , The winds blow And the white flake - petals fall . Like balls of snow , When the moon is out , Dew - kissed , the white petals Fling pale fires about . All through the wild nights , Like balls of snow , The white chrysanthemums Toss to and fro .
Dermot Freyer . CHRYSANTHEMUMS AT NIGHT. IIKE balls of snow , - In the dark of the year The white chrysanthemums Appear . Like balls of snow , When the earth 's a-cold The white chrysanthemums Unfold . Like balls of snow , In a winter 's morn The white chrysanthemums Are born . Like balls of snow , 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 .
Edmund Vale . At the Bridal Steps he waits to bear his love in Himself, a round prowed galleon , white as drifted snow , But no reflection swims upon the iris 'd margin , No shadow falls on the smooth flood below . Down the thousand steps when the day was sinking Came the King's White Daughter, her peacocks, and her page, And before them moved the players of the charméd music singing , Death on the one hand and on the other Age . On the last Bridal step when the moon was on the river - Purple dark , with white stars, shining through above The P…
…That glimmered mistily . Phosphorescent were the drips From her hair she wrung , And like moonlight on her lips Were the words she sung. White she was, as white as foam 'Neath a moonlit sky, And the treasures of her home On her brow did lie . There he found her , he , a man , Wandering by the sea , And desire through him ran Misty white was she . There he wooed her , wooed her long , Till , within her eyes , Where were erst moonshine and song , Dawned in slow surprise 158
…nd 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 but fools again , fools unknowing , Still scribbling , blear - eyed and stolid immortals .
Edmund Vale. THE KING 'S WHITE DAUGHTER . DEHOLD ! “ The Bride's Descent," a thousand steps to a great river, Decked all with garlands for nuptials soon to be Old towers and gateways leading up for ever Through ancient Courts of Silence to the Kingdom of Faerie . And the wild swans flew up that sunny water , And the wild swans flew down ; And high above the lawns where walked the King 's White Daughter They flew and took the sunlight which sparkled in her crown . And on the lawn she saw them , their long V'd shadows slanting , While beside her …
… 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 Lord , on this our Motherland Love not the dead o'ermuch ... Love with light step passes ... ... 21 206 213 196 204 170 194 Majestic as lone ruins reared of old ..…
…Williams. LOVE DEMONIAC . ( A Grotesque.) FIRST a vague walking through the half-dark wood, 1 An aimless feeling in the torpid blood ; A white blur growing through the black pine trees ; A gasp staccato , trembling in the knees, At more distinction of the coming face ; A cry to send the darkness round the place Reeling - " Ah shining lamp ” . . . “ Ah fellow flame, There was great darkness here until this came , This splendid rush of love demoniac .” And then - a sudden shiver down the back . 211
…th 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 .
HAROLD MONRO . AN IMPRESSION . SHE wakes at sunrise on her little bed, Knits her white hands together round her knee , Shakes back her tangled hair , lifts up her head, And gazes through the casement at the sea . Full-winged the lovely thoughts begin to glide Across the calm blue surface of her eyes. The windows of her soul are open wide Toward the morning and the summer skies . Emerging from the portal of the night, She lingers with one foot upon the way , Then springs, a sudden vision of delight, Swift, with her arms outstretched , to meet th…
A. V. Ratcliffe . Nay, lovely lass , ' tis well ,' tis well , Thou floatest white in the dark pool 's arms , Thou drownest deep thy dark alarms , And liest peaceful in the hell Of thine hair , that floats and charms . He sleeps , thy brave , thy handsome lad, Who sang awhile on the rolling wold , He lies deep down , in his red suit clad , He dreams with his heart that once was glad , And his mad red lips are cold . Barden Towers in a mist of rain , The trees all green and yellow and gold , A wistful gloom on the hills of pain And a tale of sadn…
…ling. Still and far and deep I'll lie, Where the snow is falling . FRAGMENTARY VIEWS . 1. Waters . ARCHES all green and chestnuts hardly white , Rough grass , and clumpy marigolds I see Within the water : but how changed quite ! A world begins , where tree doth grow from tree . What dusky Earths , what Fires at all compare With thee , what Air , what Shadows lightly wrought , Thou living Water ! Settled softly there , Proud with the proud reality of Thought . 18
…our in your eyes , And I will leave the deep -sea ships Their meaner merchandise . Give me the red gold of your hair , The ivory of your white hands , And I will sign a truce and swear To pillage no man 's lands. Give me the tempests of your love , The love -dark lightning of your smile , And I will seek no treasure -trove Buried in South Sea isle. The high seas of your heart shall be A new , more splendid Spanish Main ; Thereon will I set sail : for me Not gold , but greater gain . 90
…lroy Flecker . OAK AND OLIVE . THOUGH I was born a Londoner , And 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 …
…d 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
ROBERT KEABLE . * BENEDICTION . I IKE the 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 …
…rim ; The breezes bend the sails . They chant the necromantic hymn , Arouse Arabian tales . To sea ! Before us leap the waves ; The wild white combers follow . Invoke , ye melancholy slaves , The morning of Apollo ! There 's phosphorescence in the wake , And starlight o' er the prow . One comet , like an angry snake , Lifts up its hooded brow . The black grows grey towards the East : The black silver glowstic feast Gods gather to the mystic feast On interlunar snows . 55
…hall go Always a little further : it may be Beyond that last blue mountain barred with snow , Across that angry or that glimmering sea , White 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 !
…he other trees , 1 The other houses hung in the pool Are his : he is the lord of these . It is a kingdom deep and cool . Preoccupied and white as dreams , He bends his head , watching his own , His still dominions . Brawling streams Could never make for him a throne . He knows it not , it knows him not , This other world hung in the pool Possession is his lonely lot , Lord of a kingdom deep and cool . 131
…the water there : “ Oh , soul's a curse ! ” said she. RIZZIO 'S SONG . From " Mary , Queen of Scots .” W HAT are roses for, my Queen , w White and crimson , leafed with green ? What are flowers for , bud and leaf ? Just to deck the brows of Love , An hour brief , an hour brief . What is life for, O my Queen , With its days of shade and sheen , Morn 's and evening 's pageantry ? Just to glad the eyes of Love , Quick to see , quick to see . What is death for , O my Queen , Hungry jaws , and sickle keen , Shedding bloom and withering leaf ? Death …