Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

J. C. Squire . And tears away the darkening pall Cast by the bright phenomenal, And clears the obscured spirit's mirror From shadows of deceptive error, And shows the bells and all their ringing , And all the crowds and all their singing , Carillons that are nothing 's chimes And dust that is not even dust . But rarely hold I converse thus Where shapes are bright and clamorous , More often comes the word divine In places motionless and far ; Beneath the white peculiar shine Of sunless summer afternoons ; At eventide on pale lagoons Where hangs reflected one pale star ; Or deep in the green solitudes Of still erect entrancéd woods . 0, in the woods alone lying , Scarce a bough in the wind sighing , Gaze I long with fervid power At leaf and branch and grass and flower , Breathe I breaths of trembling sight Shed from great urns of green delight , Take I draughts and drink them up Poured from many a stalk and cup . 174