Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Martin D . Armstrong . The living timber, and the night wore on , But still my strength increased as each great tree Fell prone ; and to the next with quenchless glee I turned . Therefore I vanquished one by one The hearts that centuries could not decay. Night-long I toiled , but when the East grew fawn I ceased , and there amid the waste at dawn Rested, like God upon the seventh day . Then , shouldering the shining axe , I strode Across the sunrise ; and the life-long hate Flowered into joy . Scarce heard , his iron gate Clanged - to behind me as I took the road . * FLAME . O NLY the fire of love can fuse and burn This solid world to spirit . But we two Have caught love back by the escaping wing , Therefore shall life be perfect, for our eyes Are opened and our stooping souls stand up Full - statured under the roofless heaven of love .