Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Aelfrida Tillyard . I'd plant a hedge of briar -rose Across the paths that stray , Until at last thou wouldst forget That thou hadst walked that way . But yet if e'er I durst to look Into some strange man 's eyes, Thou wouldst be just as Jewish God , Impassive as the skies . * TWO THINGS. TWO things I ask of you , and they are these, When all my little deeds and I are dead , And life's last wave has gathered o'er my head , Forget me, as you would forget the breeze That sudden stirs at nightfall in the trees And with the first bright peep of stars is Aled. My soul starts out alone without a dread And longs to drink oblivion to the lees . But if from out my sombre life I flung Some spark of song that sprang afire and sung Such strains as woke your song to answer mine , Memory be brazier for the sacred fire , And unforgetting praise your priests ' attire . I would be mortal and my words divine. 197