Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Harold Monro . Of full strong blood in subtlety and strife , Hate the stark , plain , and unadventurous day ; But in mysterious darkness there is life . Look deep into my eyes , and thou shalt see Not theory , creed or law , but self-belief ; Not God or Jesus , but Reality ; Not poverty or riches , but - a thief. Aye, do not start ! Not one among you all Has my heroic courage ; for although You have the instincts of the criminal , You lack the resolution to be so. Search , hypocrites , your hearts, and sound them true : I rid the rich of superfluities ; No man has ever starved through me -- but you Cheat and despoil the humble poor with lies . And as for God ; till He convinces me By any miracle , or sign , or plan That I am worse or cowardlier than He , I openly defy Prout ( who has entered unobserved ). Arrest that man ! I stand for God on earth ; I am His law , And faithfully will discharge my sacred trust . His hand was raised to strike you when He saw Me here with mine uplifted — so I must . That you have been an enemy to Christ ; That you have no religion or belief ; That you may even be an anarchist , All that I waive .-- For me you are a thief ; An outcast from society , a blot , 140