Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Robert Keable . *I HAVE A HOPE . I HAVE a hope of deep - set woods 1 Where brown curled beech leaves strew the ground , And silk - haired primrose leaves around Make way for buds in fair green hoods ; And where the small dog - violets try To hide ashamed from passers by . I have a hope of free wide braes Swept keenly by sea - scented winds , Where , brave and tossed , one often finds Sea pinks ; where gulls upon their ways Go crying in the vault above That there 's no quest like that of Love . I have a hope that I may sit Some distant June , where , slow and clear , Wide - bosomed waters steal between The pollen 'd rushes , sunshine lit; And down the air beneath the trees Comes fragrantly the hum of bees . But most I look these tropic days , For flickering flames on ruddy walls , On books in ancient oaken stalls , And those few prints I fain would praise ; Where cushioned low before the fire Perhaps may be my heart 's desire . 100