Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Frances Cornford . YOUTH . A YOUNG Apollo , golden -haired, Stands dreaming on the verge of strife , Magnificently unprepared For the long littleness of life . THE CERTAIN KNOT OF PEACE . SO , my proud soul , so you , whose shining force Had galloped with me to eternity , Stand now , appealing like a tired horse : Unharness me . O passionate world ; O faces of my friends ! O half - grasped meanings , intricate and deep ! Sudden , as with a child , the tumult ends , Silenced by sleep . PRE - EXISTENCE . I LAID me down upon the shore And dreamed a little space ; I heard the great waves break and roar , The sun was on my face .