Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Olwen Ward. * TO A LECTURER . WHAT, alas , can yet delay , Or what recall the hours That while I grasp them fade away Like dreams, like friends, like flowers . There is a wisdom that endures After the teacher dies — Not so the wisdom that is yours , Of tones, of smiles , of sighs. And when the vivid voice is still , And the eloquent face is gone , Dull memory is mute and chill , The ecstasy is flown . O could the gods immortalize The one remaining hour , The mind 's delight , the soul 's surprise , And your elusive power ! 205