Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Martin D . Armstrong . Bore pyramids of fruit in golden bowls, Or, heaped on shining salvers ; others poured Rich wines and syrops ; others set on poles Torches of frankincense that shed abroad A curling fragrance down the corridors. Flowers wreathed the beams and porches , showering From marble balconies, until the floors Were drifted deep with petals . And the King Sat in the midst and let the jewels stream Between his fingers , till, in that domain Utopian , Truth and Fear became a dream , And he took comfort to his heart again . EXODUS . W E served him with the sweat of many years , W Squandered our youth in labour in his fields , Our backs were bowed beneath the heavy yields That swelled his coffers , and our wage was tears . Then was it that I learnt to hate the sun , And that the golden fountains of the East Became a sign of servitude increased . Each morn I felt their flaming glory run 12