Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

E N . da C. Andrade . * FRAGMENT. DECAUSE your face is with me in the dark Wrought out in fire and unattainable air, Because the past is with me and despair , Kindling the blackness bright with many a spark Of memory to make me writhe and weep : Because I cannot sleep For thorny to my side is all my bed , And all the night is stubble to my soul , And all my pillow nettles to my head Because my mouth demands a spell to say , And misery demands her lawful toll Of inexpressive words , which I must pay , I set my hands towards you through the gloom , I set my painful love against the beat Of my blood 's fountain , set aside the throng Of devils , bid your presence fill the room , I cry to you , and call your shadow sweet , I make your name the tenour of my song , Thoralis , Thoralis , Thoralis —