Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

James Elroy Flecker. “ O Mary , not for this,” I cried , “ Didst thou renounce thy scented pride. Not for the roll of endless years Or fields of Joy undewed by tears Didst thou desert the courts of men . Tell me thy truth , grave Magdalen !" She trembled , and her eyes grew dim : “ For love of Him , for love of Him .” I ROSE FROM DREAMLESS HOURS . | ROSE from dreamless hours and sought the morn 1 That beat upon my window : from the sill I watched sweet lands , where Autumn light new - born Swayed through the trees and lingered on the hill . If things so lovely are , why labour still To dream of something more than this I see ? Do I remember tales of Galilee , I who have slain my faith , and freed my will ? Let me forget dead faith , dead mystery , Dead thoughts of things I cannot comprehend . Enough the light mysterious in the tree , Enough the friendship of my chosen friend . 78