Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

IOLO ANEURIN WILLIAMS. AT MUSIC . To and fro, and out and back 1 The music swings me , lying slack And limp and tired ; and now it's day , And now it's night , and I'm away With queer inconsequential things , While still the music swings and swings . I hardly listen to the sound Which yet slips in and laps around Work - sodden brain and listless sense . . . “ An ecstasy for eighteenpence " I think — and then I wonder why I thought of that . Perhaps I try To listen , and I watch the flies Dancing about the light , till eyes Grow dazed and numb . . . Then suddenly The music grips me , thrills to me With little shudders up my flesh , Like sunsparks where the wind is fresh , That scatter out across a lake , When day is new and just awake . 208