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… thunder, At my groaning And my creaking , As the cloud of night comes reeking , Casting me about and speaking Wild and loud . “ All the day I work in silence , Half asleep my sails go round , But at night I think and listen To the thoughts the stars have found , For the day with all its brilliance Has not half the truth of night : Children plight their love in darkness But they veil it in the light . “ I have heard the boys at day prime , I have seen the men at noon , And the grey - beards pass me silent In the hush t' wixt sun and moon . They…
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Rupert Brooke . DAY THAT I HAVE LOVED . TENDERLY , day that I have loved , I close your eyes, And smooth your quiet brow , and fold your thin , dead hands. The grey veils of the half -light deepen ; colour dies . I bear you , a light burden , to the shrouded sands , Where lies your waiting boat, by wreaths of the seas making Mist -garlanded , with all grey weeds of the water crowned . There you 'll be laid , past fear of sleep or hope of waking ; And over the unmoving sea , without a sound , Faint hands will row you outward , out beyond our sig…
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IOLO ANEURIN WILLIAMS. AT MUSIC . To and fro, and out and back 1 The music swings me , lying slack And limp and tired ; and now it's day , And now it's night , and I'm away With queer inconsequential things , While still the music swings and swings . I hardly listen to the sound Which yet slips in and laps around Work - sodden brain and listless sense . . . “ An ecstasy for eighteenpence " I think — and then I wonder why I thought of that . Perhaps I try To listen , and I watch the flies Dancing about the light , till eyes Grow dazed and numb .…
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…upon it all, And so my dream began . How all of this had been before , How ages far away I lay on some forgotten shore As here I lie to- day . The waves came shining up the sands , As here to- day they shine ; And in my pre - Pelasgian hands The sand was warm and fine . I have forgotten whence I came , Or what my home might be , Or by what strange and savage name I called that thundering sea .
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INTRODUCTION . | SHALL take it to be conceded , at this time of day, 1 not only that good poetry is worth writing , but that our language has a capacity and our nation a rather special aptitude for it : and these admissions — if the reader will be good enough to make them before starting upon the poems here collected —will excuse together the authors, the anthologist, and the contributor of this short ' Introduction .' For if good poetry be worth writing , the attempt to write it must be worth making : nor does it need a Socratic dialogue to pr…
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MARJORY MINES. CHRISTMAS . Morning . THE light was grey When shrill cocks crew , They knew that day Was peering through Her mantle dim , her mantle blue , And heard her say : “ O dear world , help me to count less This once , the feet that stray , The hands that do not bless That men forever may Feel my caress .” Afternoon . W E cannot , like the wise men three , W Journey away to seek and see , But we can keep with feast and mirth The winter blossoming of earth ; Nor shut our doors , for we may then Shut out the travelling Wise Men , Who alway…
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…ry weary wing , Hushed all the joyful voices ; and we , who hold you dear , Eastward we turn , and homeward , alone , remem bering . . . Day that I loved , day that I loved , the Night is here ! 23
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…n the river Or the little owl in the tree . LA VECCHIA . ( To Walter Sickert , for his drawing .) THINK that that sad look of yours to - day 1 That dreamy gazing at the distances , Which keeps you standing rapt and motionless In that near present of the far away , Is full of memories and interplay Of thoughts of many days of happiness When you were swift to dance and bright of tress , That now are heavy - limbed and old and grey . near you staring at Perhaps it is the chatting of the birds In the new sun that brings to you again The thought tha…
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…l And mix himself with all those quiet things . Then gradually left him thought and deed Till dead were all his soul 's imaginings . So, day by day , All his own being gently flowed away And left him mixed indeed With flower and climbing weed With them in summer green , in autumn grey . So the grey country draws me till I go And make surrender of myself again ; The misty hill , the leaden stream below Are waiting to accept me when I will , And if my stubborn heart and hands complain A slow wind moves upon the misty hill And whispers to me here …
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Rupert Brooke . in Grantche by day; all they . Thought Little children lovelier than a dream , A bosky wood , a slumbrous stream , And little kindly winds that creep Round twilight corners , half asleep . In Grantchester their skins are white ; They bathe by day , they bathe by night . The women there do all they ought ; The men observe the Rules of Thought . They love the Good ; they worship Truth ; They laugh uproariously in youth ; ( And when they get to feeling old , They up and shoot themselves , I'm told .) . . . Ah , God ! To see the bra…
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Rupert Brooke . And , when the day is young and sweet , Gild gloriously the bare feet That run to bathe . . . . Du Lieber Gott ! Here am I, sweating , sick , and hot, And there the shadowed waters fresh Lean up to embrace the naked flesh . Temperamentvoll German Jews Drink beer around ; and there the dews Are soft beneath a morn of gold . Here tulips bloom as they are told ; Unkempt about those hedges blows An English unofficial rose ; And there the unregulated sun Slopes down to rest when day is done , And wakes a vague unpunctual star , A sli…
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…hen some caress Tendered in habit ( once a flame All heaven sang out to ) wakes the shame Unworded , in the steady eyes We 'll have that day , what shall we do ? Being so noble , kill the two Who ' ve reached their second - best ? Being wise Break cleanly off, and get away , Follow down other windier skies New lures , alone ? Or shall we stay , Since this is all we ' ve known , content In the lean twilight of such day , And not remember , not lament ? That time when all is over , and Hand never finches , brushing hand ; 24
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… Your scent is keen as floral wine , Inviting me and love -- to death . You , whom I kept a sacred shrine, Will Aling the portals to the day ; Where shone the moon the sun shall shine, Silver in scarlet melt away . There is yet a pang ; they gave me this Who can ; and you who could have failed ? Is it too late to extend the kiss ? Too late the goddess be unveiled ? O but the generous flower that gives Her kisses to the violent sun , Yet none the less in ardour lives An hour , and then her day is done . Back from my lips, back from my breast ! I…
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Aleister Crowley . THE GOAD . AMSTERDAM , December 23rd , 1897. ET me pass out beyond the city gate . All day I loitered in the little streets Of black worn houses tottering, like the fate That hangs above my head even now , and meets Prayer and defiance as not hearing it. They lean , these old black streets ! a little sky Peeps through the gap, the rough stone path is lit Just for a little by the sun , and I Watch his red face pass over , fade away To other streets , and other passengers , See him take pleasure where the heathen pray , See him…
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…eforth admire what pleased them then (I am writing far from books and quote the author of Ionica from treacherous memory ). In the hey - day of the Elizabethan drama in the year that gave birth to Hamlet , middle - aged men were no less positive than they are to - day concerning poetry , that the worst and worst Times still succeed the former . But if our eyes refuse to acknowledge the brilliance of the flame , they must at least recognise the ardour and number of the torch - bearers : for whatever old age may lose it retains (if only for the s…
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…ight, She lingers with one foot upon the way , Then springs, a sudden vision of delight, Swift, with her arms outstretched , to meet the day . 132
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… ! I shall not stay : Winter's in the hollows . Where the wastes stretch far away, Blurred with rain , and blending, Or to -morrow or to-day Love shall have an ending . There the swans dash through the wave, On the water swinging ; I shall make my scallop rave With the tempest springing . I shall come before the snow ; I shall come a -courting To the hazy depths below , Shadows at their sporting . When the snow before the rout Drifts against my sail , I shall turn my boat about Straight across the gale !
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… A LINNET who had lost her way n Sang on a blackened bough in Hell, Till all the ghosts remembered well The trees , the wind, the golden day . At last they knew that they had died When they heard music in that land , And someone there stole forth a hand To draw a brother to his side .
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…ight ? Your shoals a flowery maze ? Your masts are they the grass heads ? Your guns are they the boom Of insects in the marsh beds Where day light wars with gloom ? 123
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…Soft rain -drops sting . The fields are bare ; the hills , Still barer in the gray , Stand stark , and silence fills The empty , useless day , Silent , save for rain , Dead , save for pain . And the weary , changeless sea With spiritless white foam Lies level as a lea Under the empty dome : No life on sea or earth ; A cold , slow dearth . But the swallows cry in the rain , And a gull that floats on the sea , Cries out and cries out again , In listless monotony . And the wind cries and cries , And never dies . 153